MWAAHAHAHAHAHAA IM BACK (after finishing myself cuz I just gave the toughest of the toughest exam and I'm texting from hell tehe~)
Megumi x reader when?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
(Ik bbg you already gave us one. Your writing is too good to be real what can I say, so yeah yum yum 😋😋)
“hey.”
when you walk into the kitchen it’s early, your hands rub at your eyes, your mind still fogged over from sleep, body moving solely on muscle memory.
and megumi is already there. it can’t be later than eight in the morning, but he’s usually there.
you might jumped at the sound of his voice but it’s not like you’re waking up early for no reason.
your bed is always so warm in the mornings. the blankets are so soft, and the pillows so comforting. there is value of laying in bed for several more hours, maybe scrolling through social media or playing some low-impact game just so you don’t have to move.
but maybe there’s value in this, too.
“morning,” you murmur back to him, careful to keep your voice quiet even though there’s no one else you might disturb but him.
megumi is sitting at the table, his posture perfect, his clothes freshly washed and impeccably ironed. he’s got a mug in front of him and you wonder how long he’s been sitting there.
if he’s been waiting. like he might see something to this, too.
but probably not. megumi likes the quiet, the peace, and the only time he can ever effectively get that is here, in the morning, when everyone else is too exhausted to follow.
you’re disrupting that. taking some of the peace. using what you know about him to sneak in these moments like it’s a drug, some gateway to something you probably don’t want the end of.
or maybe do. you don’t even really care.
no, you try to stay quiet, but you still walk in, you still watch him for a moment, and you still sit down right next to him, smiling.
“sleep okay?” you ask, tucking your feet under your legs.
he makes a noise, slightly nodding, and then taking a sip of his coffee—you assume. “you?”
“well, yuji showed nobara and maki this game and i watched them play until one in the morning at least, so.”
“what game?”
“red death… something something?” you answer, giving him a sheepish, half asleep look.
megumi licks his lip, doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then pushes his mug towards you.
you raise a brow.
“so you don’t crash later,” he claims, almost like a taunt.
your mouth twitches and you take a sip just to accept whatever unspoken dare is on his face.
then you abruptly set it down and push it back towards him. “aw, yuck,” you say, the loudest you’ve been so far. your assumption was far too correct. “how do you drink that stuff without gagging?”
megumi looks at you sideways, and when he takes another sip of his drink you almost swear there’s a smug tilt to his mouth. “it’s good.”
“yeah, maybe if you purposefully burn off all of your tastebuds.”
he shrugs. “i have it every morning.”
“i think the taste of that is going to put me to sleep. like, sleep sleep. i think i might die.”
“i’ll call a supervisor. they’ll probably help you.”
you roll your eyes. “oh, thanks, fushiguro.”
you shake your head and look at him for a moment, taking in the change of his eyes in the morning light, the lack of irritation, the peace.
maybe you haven’t stolen that from him yet. maybe you can just share.
you always feel calm around him. like anything that might happen won’t even matter. or maybe that’s the sleep talking.
it’s quiet for a minute or two, megumi sitting in the silence like he usually does, occasionally sipping on his coffee, barely shifting.
and then his leg nudges yours. “itadori was supposed to make breakfast. any chance of that still happening?”
you grin. “i mean… he might still make lunch. if we’re lucky.”
“when did they go to bed?”
“not sure. sometime after me. they could still be up, for all i know.”
“no, i could hear snoring when i woke up.”
you laugh, tapping on the table. “i can make some breakfast, if you’re hungry. probably just for two though.”
megumi nods. then shakes his head. “no, it’s fine. i’m not hungry.”
“me neither.”
for just a second, he’s looking at you.
for just a second, he meets your eyes and you feel wide awake and completely asleep. it’s strange how you can never tell exactly what he’s thinking. that after all of these months there’s still that little part of you that keeps trying to guess.
then he clears his throat. “you want to study later?”
you blink, looking down at the table for a second, then him. “yeah,” you murmur. “that’d be nice.”
“okay.”
he doesn’t say much after that—but you don’t wake up this early for conversation, really. the two of you just sit there for a little while longer, barely moving, barely breathing.
my soulmate should get his shit together and find me within the year so i would know which country to move to cause i'm tired of trying to figure it out
((I want to write- I've been in a writing mood. I just... idk. The words aren't wording. I'm sorry to those waiting on replies. I just don't want em to come out shitty. I sometimes try to do the 'even if it's shitty, write it anyway'- but it's just not hitting.
If anyone wants to do anything or has anything in mind, hmu. :) ))
