It’s the only way he can feel close to you while you’re apart. He misses you dearly and needs to have your scent engulfing him again. You wouldn’t be home for a few more days but Megumi couldn’t wait that long. You’d already been gone for a week visiting family.
He’s done it plenty of times but no one knew. You always suspected it since you noticed it was slowly missing over time but you never asked Megumi about it because honestly, you thought it was cute.
If anyone found out about this, especially Itadori, he would never let Megumi live it down. Itadori would use it as fuel to tease him for days on end.
Letting out a long breath, Megumi brushed the wet strands of hair out of his face, the water spraying warmth all over his reddened skin since he’d been in the shower for quite some time. His eyes landed on the bottle of body wash that was his before slowly drifting towards the white pretty one which belonged to you.
Vanilla. He absolutely despised the scent but somehow you made it smell absolutely wonderful on your skin. It was his favorite scent now because it always reminded him of you.
Megumi reached for the pump handle, filing his palm with the perfect amount and began rubbing the soap deep into the skin of his chest and neck; places it would be easy for the scent to linger into his nose.
“Fuck,” he breathed with a trembling lip. “Miss ya so much, baby. Need you home now.”
god, he’s so nervous when you take the present he bought for you. he was hours running through shops with nobara and maki, helping him to find something cute for you.
nothing convinced him, until he saw something last week that you might love. the other possibility is that you dump him for being ridiculous.
“you didn’t have to, baby! the flowers are so cute, they were more than enough” you say against his neck, hugging him. when you pull away and start opening the gift with a huge smile in your face, he’s tense and staring at you while his mind races about all the possible scenarios.
a shiny zorua plushie.
his christmas present for you is a pokémon plushie.
you stare at the item in your hands, holding it with care. megumi feels like he’s going to have a heart attack at any moment. he swallows, then immediately panics when you look at him with glossy eyes, “god, i’m so sorry. we can return it if you don’t—“
“it’s the best present of my life” you throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly with the black zorua in hand. “he’s literally sooo you”
he frowns slightly, but just sighs and smiles softly, “if you say so…” there’s a small pause before he speaks again, “did you like it then?”
“i would marry you if you asked me right now” is all the answer he needs to panic again.
it all started with a sore throat a few days ago, progressing into a sore throat and a cough - to where you are now. curled up in bed, a temperature and various annoying symptoms; you'd had to call in sick to work. after a long nap you woke up sweaty, but also, completely unaware of the time.
knocking at the door had caught you off guard, but you'd pushed yourself from the sunken mattress anyway (the shape of your body had been imprinted into the sheets) to peer through the peep hole. of course, it had dawned on you that the black head of messy hair had been anxiously waiting on the other side - you'd forgotten to tell him you were sick.
opening the door only slightly, you peered through the gap. you'd mentally cursed yourself for looking like such a state in front of a man you'd very much liked, but you sucked up all internal hate to hand him an explanation for your lack of responses all day.
"i'm sick, you should go." the sentence sounds almost comical with the nasal ring to it, a sniffle at the end becoming the cherry on top. megumi sighs, glancing toward you through the small gap. he raises his arms to reveal a bouquet of flowers, stern look on his face unfaltering when he speaks.
"just let me in, it's fine."
you think of a way to get him to leave, though with your eyes on the red roses he carries, you can't. you close the door to move the chain across, opening wide enough to reveal your dishevelled state.
you see his expression soften, all tension leaving his body. he must have thought you were lying to get out of the date, and seeing how smartly dressed he was, you'd felt a lot of guilt for cancelling, in the most real sense, at the last minute.
"go have a shower, i'll make you something."
megumi had only been in your house twice: the first time when picking you up for your first date, the second being the night of your third (and the following morning). today would've been your fifth, though now postponed.
"you don't know where anything is." you fought him weakly, leaning against the hallway wall.
"i'll figure it out."
so, you do as he says, a warm shower and a change of clothes. when stepping out of the bathroom, your sinuses slightly clearer thanks to steam, there's a fragrance through the house as a result of whatever your date had been cooking.
moving toward the kitchen with small steps, you peer through the open door. the sleeves on megumi's turtleneck are rolled back to display forearms, and a few ends of vegetables sat beside a chopping board.
"what're you making?" your voice has a little more strength in it when you ask, though you're still as sniffly.
"soup."
you peer down to the saucepan, filled with a thin broth and vegetables, a few noodles surfacing when he stirs. glancing around the room, there's little mess - and by the window you spot the flowers he'd brought, now stood proudly within a vase.
"megumi, you didn't have to go through this trouble." a hand is placed on his back, a small rubbing motion, and megumi plays it cool despite the pounding in his chest at your touch.
"it's no trouble. sit down, i'll bring it out."
technically, you didn't miss out on dinner with megumi today. and, a week later when you arrive at his for your sixth date only to be met with a shivering body, you don't miss that one, either.
a/n: someone posted that there wasn't enough megumi fluff and as i am sick, this is totally self indulgent
an: for my summer holiday event! this is sort of based on lemon tree by post malone. i got hit with some inspiration during my drive today and i decided to write something for sweet megumi :D
pairing: megumi x fem!reader
warnings: slight manga spoilers in the beginning, characters are in their 20's. angst to fluff, lowercase intentional
every day is the same thing. disappointment, pain, being left behind. megumi is tired.
it's almost like he was doomed from the start. his parents not being there, his sister barely alive, constantly fighting for his own life at the same time. being a sorcerer is hard.
don't get him wrong, megumi quite likes the fight and using his shikigami. the thrill of it all is exciting and he loves to learn and gain knowledge everyday. but, it is taking a toll. his body is always aching somewhere. if he isn't in physical pain, it's mental. staying up all night long, no matter what he tries. megumi will lay for hours, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he deserves this.
at least he is dealing with the pain, right? at least it isn't someone else...right?
megumi tries to keep that mindset in moments like this. doubled over in pain, sitting on shoko's table. blood on his hands, unsure if it's even his. he lets out a deep sigh. did i do something to deserve this?
later that night as he is laying in bed, barely awake from the medications shoko provided him, his thoughts start to take over again. shutting his eyes, almost as if he is hiding like a child, he lets them swallow him whole.
everything that happens to megumi leaves a sour taste in his mouth. his last girlfriend left him a couple months ago, leaving him feeling used and empty. every spare second he had he offered to her, along with his entire heart, used and tossed aside without a second thought. he feels broken. megumi has no family, either. gojo is great, sure, but he wants something more.
relief washes over megumi as his phone dings on his nightstand. turning over, he sees a message from itadori coming at the perfect time.
hey man, i hope you are feeling okay. you know where to find me if you need anything, you know
a small smile forms on megumi's lips.
also, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon?
the smile turns to a frown at the messages that follow.
the next morning, megumi feels almost free of pain. almost. at least he slept. megumi rolls his eyes at the heat that takes over his dorm. he already agreed to a picnic today, so it's too late to back out now. itadori said that he set up a blind date for him, but promised she would be great. planning for the worst, megumi finishes getting himself ready.
grabbing a blanket, a basket, and slipping some shoes on, megumi heads to the convenience store for some snacks. choosing a couple drinks to go with the foods he decided on, he almost feels hopeful. maybe this one will be different.
the park is bright and full of color. the flowers are in bloom, the grass is bright green and soft, rolling in the wind. itadori is in the distance, underneath a tree waving over at megumi as he gets closer.
"fushiguro! you look great," itadori beams and gives his friend a thumbs up, taking the blanket out of megumi's hands to spread out.
"yeah, thanks," megumi sets the basket down and groans. sitting himself down on the blanket, he stretches his legs out and sighs. "let's just get this over with."
"come on, this is going to be great. i told you, she's really incredible and she has been one of my best friends for years," itadori speaks quickly, taking out the food and setting it up to look as pretty as he can make it.
megumi leans back on his palms and looks up at itadori, almost skeptical. "if she's such a good friend of yours, why have we not met her?"
itadori laughs. "well, nobara has met her. last time she came to visit was...well a couple months ago," the last part comes out as a mumble as itadori realizes his timeline.
megumi closes his eyes and nods slowly in understanding. "ah, makes sense i guess."
"oh! i almost forgot," itadori turns around and grabs a bouquet of flowers that he placed on the ground and shoves them into megumi's chest. he takes a couple steps back to admire his work. "those are her favorite. she should be here any minute now, so i'm gonna go. good luck!"
megumi is now alone, surrounded by fruits, snacks, and other treats. he hopes nobody walks by and thinks he is just sitting here alone. how pathetic.
"fushiguro?"
"hm?"
megumi looks up and his mouth goes dry. there you are, standing directly in front of him, backlit by the sun. you look like an angel.
the sundress you're swearing mimics the flowers in the bouquet he's holding. the fabric flows in the wind, as does strands of your hair that you tuck behind your ear.
"oh good! itadori said you would be here," you sit down, crossing your ankles and fanning your dress over your legs. megumi can't stop staring at you.
you are exquisite.
"i hope i wasn't too hard to find," megumi sits up a little straighter and grabs the flowers. "oh, um, these are f-for you, yuji said you liked them," stretching the flowers out towards you, he almost melts at the sight.
you smile wide, a light laugh leaving your lips. you look so happy. megumi's mind starts to spin.
could i be that happy?
"he knows me so well," breathing in their aroma, you place the flowers down and look back at megumi with a smile. "they're lovely, thank you."
megumi nods, a small smile on his lips. "of course. i hope you like all the food i picked out. unfortunately, yuji was not much help on that end," megumi huffs and grabs one of the bowls of fruit.
"no, this is perfect. would it be okay if i had some, fushiguro?"
"megumi, you can call me megumi if you feel comfortable," he almost chokes. he isn't sure what came over him. he rarely grants that freedom to people, and never when first meeting them. the prettiest laugh he's ever heard pulls him away from his thoughts.
"okay, megumi, should we dig in?"
the next couple hours go by quickly, every minute that passes is filled with questions for each other, getting along as if you guys were old friends. sharing your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and everything in between. megumi felt more relaxed than he had in years. his head was clear, the feeling almost foreign. the only thing in it being you.
"megumi, when are you the happiest?" you ask, sipping on the drink he just poured for you. megumi almost spills his own in surprise. he isn't ready for that question.
"u-um, you first," megumi mumbles, putting the glass between his lips.
"well," you look around and smile. "when i feel safe, when i feel valued and loved, when the sun is out and everything feels warm, pretty flowers," you nod your head towards the bouquet next to your feet. "life's pretty sweet."
"so i'm told," megumi nods. tilting your head, confusion crosses your face and you stare into his eyes. the dark blue seems full of something. pain almost. your eyes flick from his eyes, to the slight dark circles underneath them, to his pretty lashes.
"megumi, has anyone ever told you that you're pretty?" you smirk when his face turns red.
"n-no, i can't say that i have," megumi hides his smile behind the back of his hand, trying to shield the blush that covers his cheeks.
you laugh at his actions. megumi has decided that is his new favorite sound.
"i think you're very pretty, too."
it's your turn to be sheepish. a blush of your own appears and megumi feels a little better. "we're even now."
"i guess we are. and thank you," you smile at him.
"do you want to take a walk up to the school?" megumi blurts out. embarrassed, he quickly tries to distract you from his outburst. "i-i mean, it's such nice weather and i thought-"
"i would love to megumi, that sounds great. here, i'll help pack everything up."
packing up quickly with each other's help, megumi puts his hand out to help you up. you accept. pulling yourself up to full height, only then do you notice how tall he is. how soft, yet firm his hands are. speaking of hands, you also notice that megumi doesn't let go of yours.
not that you mind.
"let's go this way," megumi starts to walk towards a thin paved path, pulling you with him. following his lead, you catch up to walk beside him.
his hand in yours, you walk down the path and towards some trees that provide some much needed shade.
megumi feels light. every weight has been lifted from him. he has never felt this secure, this valued. megumi thinks you are delightful.
megumi felt... domestic. was that an accurate word for all the soft things you both did in the morning? with him cooking a well made soup with of course, ginger in it.
those times where both of you just cuddled in his dorm, whispering lovely and embarrassing jokes to each other. the moment where you laughed so hard, you almost fell down the bed?
your boyfriend appreciated every moment with you wether it is when you got injured and when a certain worry fades away just by seeing each other? oh wow grateful he feels.
or the first time when you and him slept together, he was the one who woke up first and then the first thing he sees was his only one. he looked at you like you were the only thing and being in the room or you were like a goddess getting her beauty sleep. the warmth, the intimacy he was feeling...
he loved the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about the things you loved.
you were the one who healed him and the scars felt beautiful.
Tsuki's note: I am not a manga reader, this is based on some spoilers I read about the shibuiya arc. So not accurate, not spoiler either. Anyway enjoy ❤
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You were back into the dorm, body feeling heavy with the injures from the last mission. Your memory is a little hazy, everything happened so fast, the smell of blood and the sticky sensation still crawled in your skin.
You had to get up and walk, strech you muscles, even if it hurts a little. First step done: got up left the dorm and close door behind you. Now step two: walk. But where to?
The school felt so empty without the teachers, your classmates and seniors. The air was gloomy, everyone was badly injured or dead, the only exception to this was yuuji trying to run away from other sorcerers who are trying to kill him.
So he wasn't around and no one knew if he was safe. You sighed, not realizing you walked to one of the green areas around the school. Looking around, you found a flight of stairs to sit for a bit. How ironical, you have sat here before with fushiguro and nobara when you thought yuuji was dead.
You got lost on thought, thinking about the old days, sensei being annoying, fushiguro rolling his eyes at the four of you, nobara saying she wanted to go shopping again and yuuji complaining about how he would carry all the shopping bags.
Suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder followed by your name being called:
? - Y/Ln? Y/Ln? Are you OK?
You jumped high, with the sudden tap and voice:
Y/n - oh, Fushiguro it's you... Man don't scare me like that.
Fudhiguro - I called you a couple of times...
Y/n - ah, sorry, I was just... thinking. I am fine, really. And you?
Fushiguro hummed in response. You were back into silence, the silence got so loud it was unbearable. There was no wind, no insects, not a single bird, nothing. It was so so quiet and the memory of sitting at this exact place, not too long ago, caused a bad sting on your heart:
Y/N - hey.. do you think everyone will be ok?
Fushiguro - .....
Y/n - can I ask you something?
Fushiguro - what is it?
Your eyes were glossy, tears spilling out. You tried so hard to be tough, not for looks, but because the job required it. You can't cry all the time being an exorcist right?
Y/n - you.... you won't leave too... right? I- I mean-
The boy's eyes widen he couldn't answer that. He, you, the senior, anyone could die any day. He didn't had anything to say, he didn't know what to say, so he just looked at you with tears starting to gather too.
At this moment you lock eyes for a few seconds and it was enough for you to hug him. You hugged his neck and started to sob:
Y/n - I know... I know its selfish, but.. but... everyone is gone. I- I don't want to be alone, I don't YOU to be alone. I-
He hugged you back, tightly, he was crying too now. He still had nothing to say, he can't make any promises. He was trying to think of something to say, hearing you cry was so horrible, so frustrating.
You eventually fell a bit, leaning your forehead on his shoulder, clinging to his shirt:
Y/n - I am-i am sorry. I shouldn't say these things, I am so sorry megumi.
Fuhsiguro - it's ok... I think. Please don't cry.
You felt a pat on your head. You stayed like this, sobbing, for a few more minutes until it died down. When you looked up at him, his eyes were puffy too and he did not look at you directly, his face was turned away from you.
You giggled. Somehow you giggle that called his attention, he was confused, why were you giggling?
Y/n - this is awkward.
He blinked a few times before agreeing with you, a small smile on his lips:
Fushiguro - it is, specially when you use my first name.
Y/n - oh, so that's awkward not the hug or the sobbing huh?
Fushiguro - ... no?
His voice was whisper, face flushing red and yours too. At that moment you jumped up on your feet:
Y/n - well, time to head back I guess!
Fushiguro - yeah... it's- it's getting late.
Y/n - fush- no, megumi, thanks...
You said giving your back to him, while staring at your feet. You hear him get up and mumble a " no problem". You turn around to give him a sweet smile with flushed face and walk off on your merry way to the dorm.
He smiled at your back and sighed before heading back too.
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Oof the end! Hope you enjoyed it ❤
Thanks for reading!!
Ps: this is not proof read, forgive for grammar mistakes.
megumi adores the tint of red that would always bloom on the tip of your nose when it gets cold outside. he loves the little twitches that it makes when you sniffle, or the way you would breathe into your hands in a weak attempt to warm them up. it’s adorable, really, but he hates the idea of you falling sick, so he spends a whole month knitting you a scarf. the stitches are messy and there are loose threads sticking out, but the bright smile that pulls at your lips says more than enough when he drapes it over your neck with bandaged fingers and flushed cheeks.
Megumi can’t get enough of how your whole face lights up when you see him. He’s waiting for you in the coffee shop and the minute you walk in and see him, your whole face erupts into joy. It makes him feel tingly from his toes all the way up to his heart. That’s the thing of it, he can literally feel warmth seep into his heart when he sees how happy you are just to look at him.
You creep over to him, trying not to bother those around you waiting for their order, and grin when you reach him and he hands you your drink. “It’s so cold!” You laugh, and Megumi smiles too, taking your gloved hands in his to warm them.
“It’s not even the heart of December yet,” he rubs your hands between his. “What are you gonna do when it gets even colder?”
He stands from the table, tucking your scarf into your coat before slipping his hands into his pockets. You loop your arm through his, fingers resting against the inside of his elbow and leaning up on the toes of your boots to nuzzle your nose against his.
“I’ll just have to stick close to you, then.”
Megumi thinks the pink on his cheeks may have nothing to do with the wind hitting his face as you exit.
