Dear Diary…
pairing: fushiguro megumi x f!oc (/reader)
short summary: while on a mission megumi receives a call from maki suggesting that gojo found a specific belonging of his that he definitely wasn’t supposed to.
tags: fluffy fluff no angst no smut!, neutral oc, diary confession, bottled feelings, lovesick teens, long-lasting crush, popular girl x shy boy trope, (jujutsu) highschool setting, mentions of depression, kissing, mutual confession, reassurance, gojo satoru being mischievous (and slightly out of character if you ask me lol)
wc: 4k
notes: a silly tiktok post inspired me :P and i’m one hundred percent certain multiple fics like this exist but i’ve never encountered any lmao. if the resemblance to another writer’s work is accidentally too strong, do let me know.
Megumi has a secret crush on Hishiro since they've started Jujustu High in the same year together. Her presence always both fascinated and slightly intimidated him. Her protectiveness over him during mission always made him scowl and blush at the same time. But given his gloomy, distant nature he never intended to tell her about that and sometimes even tries to deny that little crush to himself but he does write about his feelings in his diary, which mostly contains of depressive thoughts he struggles with but then sprinkles with Hishiro and how she laughed sweetly at his dry jokes from time to time. He thought it's hidden pretty well...
Him and Nobara were on a small mission in the centre of Tokyo today. Maki called him to check what's up.
„Hey, everything going well?" she asked through the phone „You guys finished?"
"Yeah, we're wrapping up” Megumi responds flatly, hands in his pockets as he walks beside Nobara. "Nobara was just about to drag me to some random shop."
„Go for it, we’re finishing for today as well. By the way i wasn’t supposed to make a deal, but just in case - Gojo was scattering your dorm to find his glasses, i passed by with my noodles and told him you will be pissed but he's rambling about his belongings being sacred now.” Maki groaned „But regardless, i'm not sure what he's so happy about now as he left, giggling stupid, did you leave some sweets on display?"
Megumi frowned to himself clueless. What does that even mean.
Toggling his phone between his shoulder and ear he responded "Sweets? No. I haven't eaten anything sugary in weeks." His voice drops an octave. "Knowing Gojo, he probably found something he shouldn't have." He frowns to himself, a beat of silence passes as he grips his phone again tight. "Wait, what exactly did he say?"
„Oh i didn’t give him space to say anything more to me the fuck" Maki scoffed „He's knocking on Hi-ro's door now though, poor her, no clue what he's being so mischievous about."
Megumi got a notification that same second, telling Maki he'll call her back.
gojo: is this yours?
It was followed up with a picture. OF HIS DIARY. The fat black notebook with patterns on it he’d been scribbling in since first year. Completely unprotected. Megumi's blood ran ice cold. His face went pale.
No. No no no no—
"That bastard" he hissed under his breath, jaw clenching so hard it ached. He hit Maki's number again after barely hanging up, voice dangerously low. "Maki."
„What's up?" Maki audibly bit into an apple on the other side of the phone.
"Did Gojo go into Hishiro's room?" He asked sharply, cutting straight to the point. His heart pounded in his chest like a damn drum. If Gojo showed Hishiro that diary he'd literally die. Of embarrassment. Or probably get jailed for murder. Preferably murder.
„Yeah, they left the door open." Maki said yet without much courage to intervene. „Oh wait—...no, it's closed now. What do you care?"
"Oh shut up." Megumi growled, already breaking into a sprint, leaving a very confused Nobara behind. "Maki. You. Owed. Me. One. Stop acting like you don’t know how my fucking diary looks like after laughing at me about it.”
„What are you on, you brat—..." Maki hissed, her voice turning pissed right before he hung up.
He then dialed another number - Toge's, because he desperately needed someone quick who has their dorm on the same floor and wouldn’t ask many questions.
„Kelp" Inumaki greeted him through the phone calmly.
"Toge. I need you to get to Hishi’s dorm now. It's an emergency” Megumi's voice was strained, almost desperate. "Gojo found something of mine and might have already—…" He stopped himself, throat tightening. "A black notebook. Just get there. Stop him, please."
He wasn't breathing right for sure.
„Salmon Salmon." Inumaki shrugged affirming but didn't hung up.
Megumi could hear the air swushing through the phone and then a knock.
Gojo could be heard through the phone, but also clearly through the door. „Very busy, very important! Give us a second.” his voice amused and charming like usual.
„Bonito flakes" Inumaki reported back to Megumi as mission denied.
"Goddamnit.” Megumi swore under his breath, picking up his pace. He was maybe five minutes away. Five fucking minutes. Hearing Gojo's smirk through the phone was like a death sentence.
After around that time Megumi was already at Jujutsu High. Not responding to Nobara's questions and telling her just leave him alone for a moment.
“Oh you piss me off!” she stomped her foot in the hallway “I wanted that purse and i’m punching you straight in the face as soon as it sells out!”
He bursted into his room, seeing his diary neatly placed on his bed. Motherfucker. Then he moved to next door and bursted into Hishiro's room panting heavily. But...no Gojo to be found, only Hishiro peacefully reading manga on her bed.
„Oh Megumi" she sat up seeing him, her face getting more serious a notch. „We need to talk..."
He panicked. He just closed to door behind himself and started to blabbering denial to his feelings like it was CIA files she wasn't supposed to see.
"Okay, I didn't mean for those things to be written down!" he exploded, running a hand through his hair. “It's just...sometimes I write about stupid stuff to you know…distract!" He was pacing now like a caged animal. „Whatever he showed you was probably written over to make it more dramatic by him! You know my writing!” he gestured at the door angrily knowing he was yearning in there for her like stupid. And yeah, it was most definitely all him. The comment about her knowing his writing was like shooting his own knee. „It's not like i'm—i'm...m in l-love with you! It was just some…observations because we’re friends! We hang out" he stuttered explaining himself as he sat on the edge of her bed despite himself, just utterly desperate to drag himself out of the mud. „Just forget it please."
Hishiro blinked twice slowly as he panicked. Then a slight frown showing up on her face confused. „What?" she just said „’In love with me?’”
Megumi felt like he's going crazy. What? That’s what he showed her…wasn’t it? Megumi's face went pale. He was frozen. Gojo didn't show her that portion of the diary? He didn't show her the specific pages or what? The ones where he'd written things like…
'…i think about her excited expressions while she’s ranting about nana sometimes when i should be sleeping…i won’t just ask her to talk more though…’
'…she stepped in for me again today. pathetic. i should be the one protecting her. even sometimes. more often. being useless in front of her is so embarrassing. but it also feels so good to see her care…’
'…hishiro so infuriatingly pretty even with that stupid pout glued to her face and every other guy has a crush on her, why do i have to fall for that too...'
‘…she smells so good, i sometimes wish i could bury my face in her hair and i feel like a creep…’
„Wha-what do you mean?" his hands fidgeted rapidly on the level of his stomach.
Hishiro frowned deeper. „Wait, I'm confused now. He came in here and told me he's a bit worried about you because he found your diary and i said it's not nice he took it of course, but then he explained that you write certain stuff about how you struggle mentally." Hishiro explained calmly „He wanted me to talk to you since we're friends, so i could you know...maybe lighten your mood and give you a hug?" her shoulders went up a bit with that suggestion, small inviting smile on her face.
„What do you mean ‚in love with me', Megumi?" she asked more firmly.
Megumi's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. Gojo only showed her the cringey doom notes? The part where he wrote about his struggles with anxiety and depression? Not the parts where he poured his heart out about her? He felt sick.
And then it clicked for him. Gojo read everything. Or at least scattered through, knowing his noisy yet careless nature. About his feelings for her too. But he didn't show her. He wanted Megumi to tell her. That's why he lured him in with the diary making him think he will. So that she will seem like she wants to have a serious talk and he will pour everything out to her himself. Not knowing Gojo just told her he's worried about his mental state. He wanted Megumi to tell on himself. That asshole.
„Hey?" Hishiro raised her eyebrows softly at him, hugging her knees on the bed. „I didn't...know you like me?"
"I—" The word caught in his throat like a fishhook. His face burned hotter than anything he'd ever felt. Gojo's little set up was genius. Evil. Absolutely diabolical. "I didn't—…I mean, it's not—…”
Hishiro was looking at him with those big, innocent eyes. Waiting.
„You said this diary says you're in love with me?" she asked again „I didn't read it myself at all, i didn't know"
Fuck, he needed to decide now. Quickly. Should he deny it again?
"I—…it’s just…” He opened his mouth to backpedal, but then he looked at her face. Really looked at her. She seemed genuinely surprised and concerned, not amused or disgusted. And suddenly…
…he was so tired of hiding it.
„You write about me in your diary?" she asked another soft question, not minding his lack of answer.
But he can't just hide under the desk now...
"Yeah." he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched her reaction carefully, bracing himself for any sign of discomfort or rejection. But instead, she just looked thoughtful, her expression soft. "I write about you a lot." he added softly, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat.
Her eyes widened softly. He was sitting on the edge of her bed now, scratching his neck, still deeply uncomfortable and nervous.
„But i thought...i thought you barely tolerate me." Hishiro said pouting softly above her folded arms „You're always mean to me..."
He was. Well not always. He was more distant with her than to anyone, true. He was scared of telling on himself. Like now.
"I'm not...mean to you." he protested weakly, his face flushing even darker.
He was distant, yes. Cold, sometimes. Jealous, definitely. But mean? No. He couldn't bring himself to be truly cruel to her. "I just... I don't know how to talk to you normally because—..." he started hesitantly, looking down at his hands.
„Because?" she asked leaning in a little bit, but he still sat there like an idiot like he was about to fall off. A piece of her brown hair fell over her face as she tilted her head...
"Because I always end up thinking things I shouldn't when i’m with you…i prefer to write it down later and move on.” he muttered, his voice barely audible. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out everything else. "Like when I get jealous if other guys talk to you. I want to be the one making you laugh." He wanted to reach out and tuck that single strand behind her ear so badly, but he didn't dare.
Hishiro chuckled very softly at his innocent confession, jumping around the real one. Warm. „You're not particularly bringing a sense of humor to the table." she said lightheartedly.
She was so adored at school. Already had a boyfriend and stuff...he never even kissed a girl, just admiring her from afar. Only her.
"Shut up" he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it. He chuckled nervously so unlike himself. "I'm not funny on purpose.” he defended weakly, looking back up at her. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment before quickly darting away again. "And..."
„And?" she released her knees from her arms’ grip and crawled to him on the bed a bit, still not touching him. Just sitting with legs curled up on the side next to him. His breath hitched as he unconsciously pulled back an inch, his body reacting on it's own, hands sweating and face heating up. God he felt so pathetic. „You're going to fall off..." she whispered slightly amused, but also caring.
Megumi swallowed harshly.
"I'm fine" he lied, but his voice cracked and he couldn't move closer to her. He glanced though. All that soft brown hair, those calm eyes, her lips parting slightly as she spoke. His hands clenched into fists on his knees.
"There's this one entry” he started, his voice rough.
„Tell me." she encouraged softly to not leave him with radio silence. Now watching his body's reaction.
He felt himself shaking, nerves taking over, leg jumping. Why was he even telling her…
"It says...about how you ‘…smell like sandalwood, citrus and fresh laundry. I caught the scent when she passed by in the hallway today. I want to bury my face in her hair but that's disgusting and pathetic. Why do I even think about things like that?'" He was reading directly from memory, his voice getting quieter with each word. He couldn't look at her anymore. “Just things like this i guess…”
Hishiro's eyes changed slightly. Her soft smile remaining. Her shampoo was sandalwood and citrus. She likes it too. „That's sweet..." she just said scooting closer. „What else did you write...?"
"Stop” he whispered, but there was no strength behind it. He wanted to tell her everything and nothing at the same time. His body was screaming at him to run away, but his heart was begging him to stay. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can't just..." he trailed off, panic rising as the situation he was in finally started getting to him.
Suddenly he felt her finger drawing small circles on his arm. „I like you too..." she said „I've always liked you a lot that's why i'm always sitting next to you in cafeteria..." the confession sounded half like a question. Like a suggestion, like he should already know. She wasn't telling him she's had a crush on him. Just...that she had him in mind maybe.
Megumi's head snapped toward her. "You—what?" The words came out strangled. He'd heard her wrong. He had to have. Hishiro, popular, beautiful, charming Hishiro liked him? The quiet, antisocial, perpetually grumpy weirdo who death-stared everybody?
„I mean it..." she said with her voice quiet but certain. Just to match his shyness a little bit, but she really wasn't. He was so cute. „You're very handsome..." she said with the most butter soft voice ever and a small smirk, looking at his face while he was averting his gaze „And i've always thought you're cool..."
"'C-cool'? That's—that's not..." His hands were shaking now and he could feel his ears burning. But her words, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on his arm were doing something to him. Something warm unfurling in his chest. "But you—…you had a boyfriend. The third year...guy.” he croaked out, finally meeting her eyes. His voice broke.
„Well, of course...i didn't have a crush on you dating him i just—..." she cut off softly smiling at his innocence „I just like you, Megumi but i never knew you liked me..." she scooted even closer.
"I liked you since the first year.” he blurted out, immediately wanting to die. God, why was he admitting this? But her gentle smile wasn't making fun of him. If anything, it looked...happy? "I have a whole portion of my journal dedicated to stupid thoughts about you…why haven’t you—…”
Her smile softened even more. „Then tell me more about it..." she tilted her head in front of his face to meet his eyes but he kept breathing heavily and averting her gaze mostly. Her hand fell on his knee gently.
"It's—it's really embarrassing” He admitted quietly, his face flushing even darker. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat. "There's this one entry where I—I..." He trailed off, swallowing hard. "God, this is stupid” he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly she cupped his cheek with one hand gently and brought her face to his. Slow enough to give him space to pull back but fast enough to not make him spiral. She placed a short soft kiss on his lips.
"Can you tell me now...?" she asked softly taking in all of his features like she admired his flushed face.
He froze.
Completely and utterly froze.
His entire body went rigid, his mind going completely blank. All coherent thought processes evaporated from his brain the moment her lips touched his. It was soft. So soft. And brief. But it left his entire body tingling, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He quickly let his gloomy scowl falter on his face as he turned his head away blushing. „Hishi..."
Hishiro chuckled at the use of her nickname and his shy retreat. „Don't be like that now..." she covered her face with her slim hand gracefully, giggling softly... „I wanted to kiss you...to make you relax a little bit?” she smiled, her pretty eyes disappearing at it.
"It...didn't help." he managed to croak out, his voice cracking embarrassingly. His hand reached up to touch his lips, which were still tingling from that brief contact. He could feel his face burning hotter than ever. "You can't just...kiss someone and expect them to relax." His words were coming out in broken pieces. "If anything, I'm more—I'm—…”
„You're so adorable..." she said still smiling wide and scooted closer again. Now her knees were partially on his lap. He will fall off that bed for the life of him. „Are you friendzoning me now?" she tilted her head amused.
"What? No! God, no!" He immediately denied, his face turning a deeper shade of red. "I—I mean, you just... kissed me out of nowhere and now you're...sitting on me."
Hishiro chuckled and looked down. „That's not sitting on you, Megumi. I’m barely touching you.” she said.
Suddenly she lifted herself up and slowly shifted so she could straddle him. Giving him space to back off. But he didn’t. She sat on his lap. His hands flew away not knowing where to go. „That's how i would sit on you..." she said, face closer now.
"H-Hishiro!" His hands hovered uselessly in the air. His entire body was hyperaware of the warmth seeping through his clothes where she was sitting on his thighs. It felt nice…. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, terrified and desperate and so, so hopelessly in love. "I've—I've never done anything like this before.”
„Like what?" she said, her hands now carefully travelling feather-light up his chest to the back of his neck. „I'm not trying to do anything i just—..." she cut off again, a soft sigh leaving her nostrils, she pulled herself closer to him, it almost left like a hug. He never lets anyone touch him at all... „Please tell me about your entries in your diary about me..." she asked sincerely but his stupid mind immediately wondered if she's making fun of him.
"Is it not...is it not embarrassing enough that you know they exist?” he whispered, his voice strained. His hands were still floating in mid-air, dying to touch her but stupidly terrified of overstepping. "Why would you want to hear the stupid things I wrote about you in private?" His mind was racing with insecurities. Was she teasing him? Did she think it was pathetic?
„Because it makes me feel kinda special..." she admitted softly, her thumb caressing the skin on his neck. „I think it's sweet that you...took your time to write about your crush on me...you're really sweet..." she repeated not even trying to find better words for it, her face close and eyes on his. Soft and warm.
A shaky breath escaped him as he slowly lowered his hands to her waist, still hesitant. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear his own voice. "I wrote about...how I thought you were the most beautiful girl in school...and—“ he swallowed harshly, eyes on her lips unintentionally to avoid the eyes. „And i wanted to...spend more time with you alone but...i feel like i'm too weird about it."
She listened to him intently. With no judgement behind her eyes. More like she wanted to hear everything. The fingers now gently in his hair on the back of his head. So he kept going...
"I have an entry from last month where I—I counted how many times you said my name in class. It was seven. I was happy...talking to you." he blushed „I also wrote about how you were protecting me on a mission and i really liked that because you're so skilled and so…good” his throat went dry again, eyes squeezing shut for a moment “But then again i worried you will think i'm weak because you're always saving me...." His face was burning, his voice a whisper. "I never thought...you'd actually want to hear any of this...or sit this close to me..."
“I never thought you’re weak…” her nose nuzzled his for a brief moment “I just don’t want anything to happen to you…ever.”
His heart swelled. For some reason this sentence relaxed him. The closeness, the warmth and the feeling like she’s opening up too, now finally getting to him.
“I just really really like you, Hishiro” he said, finally in a more certain tone, eyes meeting hers. “And i really liked that you kissed me i just—…”
“It’s okay” she brushed a hair strand from his face, despite it flowing almost perfectly back into place. “Was this your…first kiss?”
“Yeah…” he admitted
Hishiro smirked warmly, her hand on his chin now tilting his head up to look at her. “You don’t mind that i took it?”
Megumi chuckled softly and shook his head. “No, no…i don’t. I always wanted it to be you…”
Hishiro’s smile widened. She leaned in again, slow as well, but Megumi didn’t move. He closed his eyes. She captured his lips in a soft kiss but it wasn’t a peck anymore. His lips stayed relaxed, even parted slightly to let her envelop them with hers however she wants. To teach him how to kiss. It was slow and gentle. After couple seconds he felt confident enough to actually give it back.
When she pulled back he was still in it for a brief moment, eyes fluttering open slowly. Hishiro bit her lower lip with a growing smile. She caught herself blushing as well, a soft excited giggle escaping her.
“Did you write about that too?” she asked.
“Not exactly…” he replied, his hands on her waist slowly sliding to her lower back to pull her closer carefully “I just quietly wished it would happen…”
“And did you wish to be my boyfriend too?” she asked quieter.
Megumi smiled. “Yeah…yeah i did.”
“So if i was your girlfriend, you surely would let me read your diary, right?” she raised her eyebrows hopefully.
He chuckled, head falling on her shoulder, pulling her into a full hug. “Yeah…yeah i would.”
Gojo passed Hishiro’s dorm, leaning in to hear soft laughs and interest talks blooming. He smirked to himself and went about his evening.
hishiroswhim - 2026.
