His tears come quietly. Small droplets of salty water stream down his face, leaving wet trails on rosy skin. His expression stays the same as always, that famous Zenin frown falling into place as Megumi realizes that the dam had broken. He doesn’t have any exact timeframe for when things have started to build up.
It’s too much to think about, really. You always tell him to take it one step at a time if things get overwhelming. Megumi always mocks you for that. Who’s overwhelmed? Not him! Ah, whatever, he is definitely overwhelmed now.
You don’t notice at first because you’re hunched forward, your gaze strictly on Megumi’s hand. He holds it just above his lap, fingers splayed open for easy access. The injury isn’t that bad, Megumi’s had worse but still, he knows better than to try taking care of it on his own.
Stinging disinfectant seeps into the aching tissue.
It’s perfect. The perfect cover.
Megumi’s vision blurs when he allows the tears to roll freely, giving in to the urge to just cry his little heart out.
Your working hands still when you hear the first sniffle. That’s not a sound you’ve heard from Megumi before.
The damp cloth lifts from his skin as you lean back.
Before you can do anything, like coo at him the way you do at Yuji or anyone accepting your coddling (how embarrassing that would be for him), Megumi speaks up with a hoarse voice.
“…Sorry… it stings. Th-the…” His index finger points weakly at the cloth in your hand.
Your brows knit together with concern, however, your lips curl into a calm smile. Megumi knows that look. Pity. Ugh.
“Yeah?” you ask quietly, and your gaze drops to his hand. Deep scratches decorate the back of his hand, especially prominent around Megumi’s knuckles. “I’m almost done. Can you take a little more for me?”
Megumi nods. A particularly annoying droplet rolls toward his nose, down to his cupid’s bow, where it tickles his skin a bit.
You resume your work. Each line of torn skin is carefully cleaned while Megumi cries quietly. His hand shakes slightly more when you reach that part where two of his fingers connect.
“There. Almost done. Would you like a band-aid?”
“Yes, please.” He chokes on the last word, vocal cords stumbling, trying so hard to sound normal but failing all the more. The worst part is that you’re not acknowledging it yet. You act like you believe him. He’s only crying because his hand hurts, mhm.
“Relax your hand for me.”
Megumi obeys. You smooth the sticky white fabric over the row of knuckles, rubbing gently into the small dips between the bones.
Then, you lift your head to look at Megumi. He just sits there, keeping eye contact as he cries and sniffles, his face all red in random spots, lashes sticking into clumped arches. Neither of you says anything for a while. The dimly lit kitchenette is filled with heavy breathing and nothing else. Megumi looks so helpless like that. You can see all the emotions that still want to claw their way out of him, but that boy is, even now, trying to keep them under a lid.
His shoulders shake as a particularly strong sob wracks through his body.
“Sweetheart—”
“Don’t,” Megumi whines instead of the usual gruff rejection. “Don’t…”
He hates that you’re using all your tricks on him now. Yeah, he’s seen you comfort scared non-sorcerers during missions. He knows your routine. It hurts that he must be so pathetic right now that you’ve resorted to using those methods on him.
“I’m—ngh—okay.” Even as he says this, his hand, still held in the air, trembles. “I don’t want p-pity. My ha… my hand just…”
“…Okay. Okay.”
You move just a bit back to give him more space. Odd how he immediately hates that.
His hand closes and opens like he wants to pull you back, but he doesn’t actually reach out.
“It’s okay if your hand hurts. We can talk about—” Both of you know you’re not talking about his hand. More his heart. But not having to admit that outright helps. “—why it hurts. Or when it started hurting.”
Megumi waits for the words to settle in his mind. It’s like an angry ocean turning into harmless dregs on the bottom of a cup.
“…Can you just make it hurt less…?” he asks. “My hand, I mean.”
Well, that’s a complicated request.
“You have such a big heart.” You hold your index and middle finger together and press a kiss to the pads. Next, you transfer the kiss to the back of his hand with your fingertips. “It must be so painful when it hurts.”
You kiss his hand better in the least overwhelming way you can.
It’s stupid.
It’s so stupid.
A kiss isn’t some grand healing technique. It doesn’t reverse damage or erase bruises.
Megumi gives in with a sharp gasp, and suddenly whatever fragile thread he’d been hanging onto snaps completely.
His injured hand finally drops, only to latch onto your sleeve with surprising force.
“Sweetheart—”
He folds forward before you can say anything else, forehead pressing hard into your shoulder. The sobs come harder now. Full-bodied, shaking through him with enough force to make his entire frame tremble. Years of swallowed grief, pressure, exhaustion, loneliness, all spilling like red wine on a white carpet.
You hug him tightly.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
Megumi’s fingers tighten in your shirt, the medical glue on the underside of the band-aid pulling on his cut skin.
“I’m tired, I’m so tired.”
“Mh, I know. Megumi’s so tired.”
“Can I—hn—can I please stay at yours tonight, please?”
You squeeze Megumi a bit harder in affirmation. “Yeah. Of course. I’ll take the couch.”
Megumi whines a small thank you into your shoulder. He feels a bit lighter, but also more aware of the fact that there’s probably more where that came from.
It’s okay, though. You’ll be there to patch up his hurting heart too.
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synopsis: in which, everyone is betting on the things you and Megumi have done (not sexually....) but they have had enough and take things to a new level...
a/n: WHEREVER THAT SWEET SWEET ANON IS THAT REQUESTED THIS....KNOW THAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU 💜
I did my best for you, and wherever you are, I hope you really like it and enjoy it! p.s it wasn't cringe at all, cause I remember you apologising 😉🥰
this is slightly based on the bonus ending of 'Nightmares' fanfic but not the same story if ygm?
You can go and read nightmares here!
Second person POV
"Bet you guys, 2000¥ they have held hands."
"Aight bet! I bet you 3000¥ they have hugged!"
It was the training session in Tokyo Jujutsu High and you and Megumi were sparring as you had been put in a pair.
However, for the rest of the students this was more of a gossip session.
The thing is everyone ships you and Megumi, it is pretty clear to see you like each other from a third person perspective but you are both too dense to notice each other's feelings.
It was true, you did have the biggest crush on Megumi and you thought you played it pretty cool but there is no denying you do stare at him as much as you can whenever you get the chance.
However, on the other hand, Megumi was rather obvious with his crush towards you, not because he was trying to be, but because he is unconsciously 100x nicer to you compared to the rest of Jujutsu High.
Nobara and Yuji had been going back and forth splurging their whole bank accounts on betting on the amount of romance that both you and Megumi had engaged in with each other.
"Guys, on a serious note...how fucking dense are they like...look at how they are sparring..." Maki scoffed and she folded her arms smirking, nodding her head to you and Megumi sparring with passion and a lot of physical contact.
"Wasn't that like you and Yuta in first year though?" Panda chirped up, raising an eyebrow to Maki.
"Salmon." Inumaki agreed with Panda nodding.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Maki shouted, huffing and denying all allegations.
"I do see Maki's point...I wish we could make them confess when they have no choice....." Yuji mumbled as everyone nodded silently agreeing with Yuji.
"Why wish when we can actually do it!" Gojo randomly came up behind the students, hands on his hips, looking awfully mischievous.
"Where did you come from?" Maki asked feeling genuinely confused.
"I do agree with you guys that these two lovebirds need to get together, fast....so I'm thinking we set up a little party that only they are invited too!" Gojo completely ignored Maki as he explained his oddly well thought out plan to the students.
"Hmm, that's actually a good idea...but what if they still don't do anything?" Panda asks.
"Good point my fellow Panda..." Gojo placed a finger on his chin pondering the solution to the dilemma Panda brought up.
"I know! I will write a simple riddle for them to read and hopefully they will get the memo and say their vows and stuff!" Gojo clapped his hand together as he came up with the 'perfect plan'
As everyone was still discussing the plan to get you and Megumi together once and for all you both started walking up to the group.
"Hey guys! Whatcha talking about?" you asked walking up with a smile next to Megumi, both of you completely oblivious to the evil plan that has been made.
Everyone went awkwardly silent making you slightly worried.
"Um are you guys okay?" you asked worry laced in your voice as you started feeling self conscious.
"Y/N!! Megumi! I was just telling everyone how I'm arranging a small party for us all tomorrow to celebrate togetherness!" Gojo swiped both you and Megumi into a side hug smiling ecstatically.
"Oh my that's going to be so fun! I can't wait!" you giggled as you felt very excited as you rarely got to do things like this in school.
"...do I have to go?" Megumi grumbled shrugging himself off Gojo, walking off slowly. This immediately made you feel sad. Whilst all the other students felt panicked as the plan was already failing.
"Megumiiiii pleaseeeee! It will be so fun, trust me and if it isn't I will treat you to whatever you want!" you grabbed onto Megumi's hand shaking it as you were practically begging him.
Obviously he couldn't say no as his ears dusted a light pink and he stuttered slightly.
"F-Fine, I'm only going because you said so...." he looked away as you gave him a big hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!!" you let go and smiled at him warmly as he smiled back. "Let's go get some drinks from the vending machines."
You and Megumi left the group without another word as they all stayed silent for a bit.
"Hey Yuji?"
"Yeah Nobara?"
"You owe me 2000¥"
"Well you owe me 1000¥"
Time skip!
The next day arrived quickly and you found yourself feeling jittery and excited.
Today was the day of the little party and you felt this was your opportunity to have Megumi really appreciate your beauty whilst pretending you didn't spend 3 hours deciding what to wear.
You also wanted to be fashionably late so you didn't seem like a loser for wanting to be so early.
Gojo had said the theme was fancy, so of course you wore the fanciest dress you owned with some fancy makeup and hair.
You couldn't wait to see Megumi all suited up, the thought made you kick your legs and giggle to yourself.
You decided that you would leave now walking through the dorm corridors to the classroom that Gojo said the party would be in.
Funnily enough, as you arrived to the door, Megumi arrived at the same time and your eyes widened at how amazingly handsome he looked.
He was a fine piece of art. The suit he wore suit him so much it hurt and for some reason his eyelashes made you fold.
Megumi took a moment to take you, in his mouth slightly open from shock at the beauty beholded right in front of his eyes.
"You look....beautiful Y/N." Megumi said to you as if he spoke faster than his mind could register.
You face burned red as you looked away giggling slightly before looking back at him.
"Thank you Megumi, you look ever so handsome too" it was Megumi's turn to blush as he smiled lightly rubbing his neck and looking a away his cheeks flushed pink.
"Shall we go in?" after a bit of silence Megumi gestures for you both to go in the oddly quiet room.
Megumi held the door open for you as you gave a small 'thank you' and he entered after you but in the room, no one and nothing was there only a table and a note.
"Um Megumi-" you turn back to see Megumi behind you looking as confused as you.
Suddenly you heard a door lock as you instinctively reached for Megumi's arm as he pulled you close.
"It's okay im sure it isn't really locked." Megumi went to try and open the door. No luck.
"Oh dear...what's going on?" you look around feeling your arm hairs stand on end.
"Maybe we can read through that note there, I bet Gojo sensei is just messing around with us..." you nodded and move close to Megumi as you both approach the letter.
Megumi picks up the letter and opens it.
"If by dawn, you confess without waver, then you will not have to fear the power of the taser?..." Megumi sounded genuinely confused at the weird riddle that made no sense as you snorted.
"I don't know if I am more confused or scared right now..." you both chuckle together.
"Well, I guess we should confess something? Maybe a secret or something? So we don't get...tasered?" Megumi says still sounding extremely uncertain but you shrug it off desperate to find out what is going on.
You then realised you were alone with Megumi. In a locked room. The thought made you blush and smile softly.
"Erm, earth to Y/N?" Megumi waved his hands infront of your face as you snapped out of your thoughts realising you got a bit too lost in them.
"Yes your right! Sorry I zoned out....hmm maybe a game of truth or dare? I can't lie this shit makes no sense to me..." you sighed placing a hand on your forehead, whatever were the others thinking?
"I second that...I'm not surprised...Gojo is an odd specimen." Megumi deadpanned, making you laugh loudly.
"You aren't wrong there....anyways sit down!" you grabbed Megumi's shoulder and sit him on the couch in the back of the room, and you sit next to him as you both turn so you're facing each other.
"Okay! Truth or Dare?!" you smiled widely feeling too excited about this game. To be honest, your plan was to see if Megumi liked anyone and if there was any chance it could be you.
"Ummm truth?"
He was falling in your trap.
"Do you like anyone~? And for what reason?" Megumi's eyes widened and his cheeks and ears turned a light pink.
"...Yes....because she is pretty, kind, soft-spoken, easy to get on with and makes me genuinely happy" Megumi mumbled his whole answer looking away from you at all times, despite the small genuine smile that graced his lips.
Despite his reluctance to answer, Megumi couldn't hide how much he liked you, because you were so perfect in his eyes.
"Oh my!!! That's so kind, whoever gets with you is a lucky girl!" you chuckled as you playfully pushed his arm.
"Thanks...now, your turn truth or dare." Megumi sighed feeling relief as he nearly exposed himself.
"Hmm I shall go with truth!"
"Do you like anyone and if so why?" you smiled softly and shut your eyes.
"Of course I do! He can be a bit grumpy sometimes...but he is honestly such a kind person and he makes me feel all weird inside, but also makes me feel safe." you opened your eyes staring into Megumi's eyes as Megumi gave a forced smile back.
At the moment, in Megumi's mind his heart felt crushed. You liked someone....and the person who fit that criteria was Nanami. How in the hell? You were wayyy younger than him....maybe you were into older men, he couldn't deny his amazingly good and chisled looks, but even so-
"Megumi!! It's your turn!" you interrupted Megumi's thoughts as you tapped his cheek softy to get his attention.
"O-Oh my bad...dare?" he chose dare because he didn't want you to make him confess his unrequited love for you.
"I dare you to tell me who you like!" you smiled innocently as Megumi stared at you shocked, as if he had been stabbed in the gut.
"Y-You can't do that! That's not how the game works!" Megumi started scooting back as he sweatdropped. You just inched closer and closer.
"It is a dare. You have to do it. No backing out." you caged Megumi, with his back resting on the arm of the couch, your hands resting either side of him.
Megumi sighed in defeat. What was the worst that would happen? He gets awkward around you and you friendship is over? That's pretty bad...oh well...
"...you..." Megumi looked away as your eyes widened and you backed up from shock.
"Wait what?"
"....I said you, but I know you don't like me back, I can see why Nanami is in your agenda..." Megumi started rambling.
All those things he said, were about you? You smiled the most genuinely happy smile at Megumi making him look at you wide eyed and confused.
"Megumi, I like you too! What are the odds huh?" you spontaneous wrapped your arms around him squeezing him tight as he slowly wrapped his arm around you, the other arm keeping his body up on the couch.
"Wait so you don't like Nanami?" you pulled away as you gave Megumi the most confused look of the century before you burst out laughing
"Oh Megumi~ why would you think that? How could I ever do that....kinda sketchy no?" you pinched his cheek teasing him as he flushed an even brighter red.
"Well I thought he fit the criteria when I asked you why you liked them..." you smiled warmly at Megumi, your cheeks going pink.
"That was all you Megs. I honestly do really like you and admire you, I'm glad that you're in my life." you held his hands tightly as he squeezed back.
"I-I could say the same to you. You are so beautiful and kind and...and I really do like you. Sorry for thinking you like Nanami...." you giggled again, going in for another hug.
"It all okay, maybe next time don't be so dense." You pulled away and pinched his nose.
You faces were inches away from each other and you desperately wanted to kiss him.
"Can I kiss you?" Megumi asked, looking at you intently waiting for you answer. You smiled and nodded leaning in for a kiss.
Surprisingly he was a good kisser, his soft, glossy lips moulded into yours making you both get lost in the moment.. He stroked your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't want the moment to end.
You both pulled apart from each other to get some air. You cuddled into him suddenly feeling quite fatigued.
"Remind me to do that more often." you giggled as Megumi chuckled.
"No objections there."
You both cuddled together not even bothering to check if the door unlocked, eventually falling asleep in each other's comfort.
A bonusssss!:
"I bet you 4000¥ they are cuddling right now." Yuji whispered to Nobara.
"I bet you 5000¥ that they kissed." Nobara gasped and began smirking.
"Aight bet."
"Guys! Do you have your tasers at the ready?" Gojo whispered to all the students.
They were all gathered outside the room you were in, all with taser in hand.
"So we go in, if they aren't cuddling then we taser them like psychopaths? Got it." Maki found some sort of amusement in all this.
"Okay guys, 3, 2, 1..." After Gojo's countdown ended they all entered the room. To be blessed with an adorable sight.
"Nobara pay up!!" Yuji shouted causing you to stir awake.
You jumped up and screamed to see everyone in front of you with tasers smiling with devious intent.
"W-Why do you have tasers?" you stuttered as you backed up with your hands up as if you were guilty, whilst Megumi was still basically asleep on the couch.
"Y/N did you confess?" Gojo came in closer as all the others followed him with their tasers making horrifying noises.
"What are you on abo- Oh!" It all made sense to you now.
You had been locked in a room with Megumi to get you to confess your feelings to each other.
"If by dawn, you confess without waver,
Then you will not have to fear the power of the taser..it makes sense now!!" you exclaimed making sense of the situation now. What an evil school you were in.
"HEY! Y/N YOU BETTER ANSWER ME." Gojo shouted snapping you out of your thoughts, getting an arms length away from you.
"YES! YES! WE DID! WE EVEN KISSED IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? PLEASE DON'T TASER ME!"
Suddenly all the taser noises stopped and you looked up to see everyone look relieved.
hurting you or hurting him? ૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა
18+, minors dni
cw: senpai!reader, kohai!Megumi, dddne: graphic depictions of violence, torture, suffocation/waterboarding, implied kidnapping, blood, whump, hurt/comfort, near death experience
note: based on this. Highly requested. This only contains Megumi x reader but I can do this for more characters if I have the time and you guys are comfortable with more. This fic is very personal to me.
The fingers curled around Megumi’s wrist are still keeping the tight grip. That’s good.
It’s the only thing Megumi can register at this point. His vision is too blurry, the blood throbs in his ears too loudly, he has to rely on purely tactile signals. He would rather be in your place. The depleting cursed energy, the mean remarks, they don’t hurt as much as this but right now, Megumi is focused on reading your body. The panic, the guilt, it can come later.
“Y-you’re doing really well,” he sniffles, though he’s sure you can’t hear him. His shadow is too thick.
It must be so scary. Dark, suffocating nothingness depriving you of air and most of your senses. Hard to tell how long you can last.
For a moment, Megumi dares to glance back at the curse user. He sits on the chair with a bored expression, elbows propped up on his knees, a phone in one hand. A silly tune plays on low volume from the game the man is playing. That makes it even worse. You’re fighting for your life. He’s just playing a game. His other hand is seemingly free but his index finger points towards Megumi.
“You can stop when I die,” the curse user had said. Die, as in, in his stupid game. How fucked up is that.
You squirm on the ground, thighs parting and pushing back against the cool, hard ground. This is the worst part. When you really don’t have air in your lungs left and your body is overtaken by dread. Megumi hates this part the most. You’ve gone through three cycles of it already. A point comes when you’re truly out of breath and your body automatically gasps for air again, an instinct the human body can’t suppress. This is what makes it dangerous. Once you start breathing his shadow in, swallowing it like oxygen, your chance of survival plummets.
Tears and snot run down Megumi’s face as he braves himself against your back to keep you still. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“
Your nails carve small imprints into the wood, blood filling the cracks from how hard you’re trying to break free.
“Just a bit longer, I promise.”
In reality, Megumi has no idea when he’s allowed to stop. And he feels awful for comforting you through your torture, using the same words you had used to encourage him during missions.
Your nails dig into his wrist but as long as they’re not going slack, Megumi will keep his emotions in check. As long as your body isn’t doing that awful jerky thing…
He can’t even see your face.
Maybe that’s a mercy.
If Megumi could see you, he thinks he would break.
Another violent shudder wracks through your body. Your shoulders strain against him, every muscle drawn painfully tight. The hand clutching his wrist spasms once, fingers digging in so deep he knows there will be bruises later. The thought that you’re fighting him—really fighting him this time—urges every cell in his body to stop what he has left of his technique. But then you’re both dead.
The curse user is not getting anything out of this, evidently so. His eyes are glued to the screen. Which means, someone else is giving orders. It’s not the sadism of one person, it feels purposeful. An agenda must be behind this. Still, in his situation, Megumi can’t come up with a good explanation.
All that matters is that he doesn’t lose you.
“You’re doing a good job,” he sniffles. Then, your grip loosens, just for a second, before you let go of him completely and use that arm to try breaking free from your kohai’s grip. It’s useless. Megumi’s front presses into your back, keeping you on your knees and your head on the floor. “Shit, no, don’t do that—“
You elbow into his ribs, he knows it isn’t personal, it’s natural and it doesn’t even hurt him that much physically.
“I’m so sorry, we’re almost done…” He cries helplessly. No one is coming to save either of you. Gojo is sealed. Yuji is at the store.
Another glance at the captor. He’s looming over his phone with a hunched back, biting his lip. “Are you kidding me…?” The man mutters to himself. The phone starts buzzing. Immediately, he stands up and leaves the room like a flip has been switched. The door makes a soft clicking sound, the electronic lock activating. Must be an urgent call. Megumi can only assume that means he can stop.
So he does. His technique turns off completely and the shadow on the ground disappears as your head comes up.
Your eyes are barely open and your throat works frantically as you gasp for air, wet strands of hair stretch into your face from both sides. Megumi holds your upper body, bending you slightly forward in case—
Foggy, sticky water is squeezed upwards in your throat, muscles convulsing. You retch, your stomach curls up into itself. A hand holds your hair back. About one big gulp of liquid lands on the ground, splattering all over the floorboards.
Your body shakes, then you lean back, head lolling onto Megumi’s shoulders.
“Hi, bunny…”
God. How Megumi hates this. He hates how your lips still curl into a weak smile, how you speak to him so softly. Don’t you know what he’s done to you?
He isn’t your gentle bunny you always paint him to be. He’s a nasty wolf. Just look at you, your red-rimmed eyes with popped blood vessels, your frantically expanding ribcage, your slackened jaw.
Megumi refuses to respond to kindness he doesn’t deserve.
Your lips aren’t blue, that’s a good sign. No cyanosis.
“You didn’t swallow anything, right?” Megumi’s voice trembles from guilt and self-hatred. “Senpai, did you swallow?”
It would’ve been obvious if you did but making sure is important. You shake your head.
“No, bunny.”
Megumi exhales. Relief should come.
It doesn’t. Now that you can breathe again, Megumi can finally see the full extent of what he’s done.
Your chest rises in sharp, uneven pulls. Every inhale sounds painful, scraped raw from forcing your body to function without air for far too long. The blood vessels burst beneath your eyes stand out angrily against your skin.
And still, you're looking at him, without accusation and without anger. You’re just looking like he’s a pretty painting in a museum. You’re checking if he’s okay. Megumi feels sick.
His hand is still tangled in your hair from keeping it away from your face. He lets go immediately, like he's been burned. You blink slowly.
"Bunny?"
Your voice is barely there. Megumi averts his eyes. The floor is covered in scratches from where you'd fought against him. There are bloody crescents carved into the wood. Marks that exist because you'd been trying to survive.
“He…he wanted to— I—“
“I know.” You blink once, twice, then your body goes limp against his, like you’re letting your guard down. “You had to. I know. It’s okay.”
Oh, how Megumi hates that you can give him this much grace. If you hated him, it would be easier. He shakes his head, sniffling and wiping tears into his own shoulder that have yet to arrive. The urge to touch his other shoulder as a self-soothing mechanism is strong but he has to hold you now.
“I’m so sorry, senpai,” he tries not to sound like he’s crying. “Please don’t forgive me.”
“Oh, bunny…”
“No, don’t say it like that, please.”
“Look at me.”
Megumi doesn’t want to. The floor is suddenly the safest thing in the world. It’s just wood and scratches and the faint echo of a door that already closed. If he looks at you, he’ll see it again—the way your body folded under what he controlled.
“Don’t,” he whispers, almost automatically.
Your fingers shift against his sleeve.
“Megumi.”
His name in your voice sounds like the blessing it means. He forces himself to look.
Your face is a mess of exhaustion and blinking, slow awareness. But your eyes—your eyes are steady. Still on him.
“I’m looking,” he says.
“Good. Listen now. You saved us. You hear? You did.”
“But I…” He trails off, voice growing weaker, shakier. “And I was…”
You recognize that thing he does when too many thoughts are in his head and he wants to talk about all of them. Only the first part of each sentence leaves his lips. You inhale deeply, taking this moment to collect yourself. The curse user is gone but the door is locked. They haven’t named anything they wanted to have from either of you.
They could want ransom but their torture methods don’t make sense for that, minor amputations would be more likely.
You reach up to cup Megumi’s face, quieting him, palm warm against the boy’s cheek. His tired heart wants to reject your empathy.
“I…I know my moral compass is already messed up. I only care about a few people but those people… I have to keep those people really, really safe.”
The structure of his sentences becomes a bit childlike, that’s when you know just how helpless he feels.
You nod, your cheek rubs against Megumi’s shoulder as you do. “I know, bunny. I know.”
“I really want to keep you safe, senpai.”
“I know. You’re the sweetest bunny, aren’t you?” You smile, turning your face to rub your nose against his Jujutsu High uniform jacket too.
“I should be comforting you. Can I try?” The boy asks. He knows comforting, affection, words of encouragement… they’re not his strong suit. This time, Megumi wants to be useful emotionally.
The problem is that every time you comfort him, you make it look easy. You always know what to say. He doesn't. His version of comfort usually consists of hovering nearby and silently solving whatever problem is making someone upset. Bringing an umbrella without being asked. Walking on the side closest to traffic. Making tea and pretending it wasn't specifically for them.
“I’d really like that,” you reply, closing your eyes, ready to be soothed by someone who clearly needs the act more than you do. You wait patiently, though the man forcing Megumi to hurt you could come back any minute. Megumi thinks about all the times you’ve comforted him, in the hopes that he can mimic that.
"Well..." He swallows. "You're alive."
You hum like this is already the equivalent of getting spa treatment, a very gentle one. “What else, bunny?”
“You didn’t… you didn’t swallow my shadow. That’s good.”
You let out a small, breathy sound that might be a laugh if your lungs were in any condition to support it. It turns into a cough halfway through, your shoulders jolting once against him.
“Mm. Very good assessment,” you murmur, eyes still closed. “Good job.”
“I’m trying,” Megumi says, his voice tilting into a mewl at the end.
“I know.”
Megumi stares at the floor again, at the cracked wood and the marks left behind—evidence of his hands, his technique, his choices. He can still feel the shape of your wrist in his grip like a ghost imprint burned into skin. Even though he let go, nothing about it feels like it ended.
“Keep going.”
“I would like to have hot chocolate with you. When this is over.” It’s so easy to picture it. Curling up on that big, old couch with a fuzzy blanket. You never complain when Megumi wants to warm his cold feet between your warm calves. Your hot chocolate is the best in the world, you manage to make it look so fancy with the whipped cream and cinnamon dust on top. It sounds like heaven right now.
Hot chocolate and a cozy, slice of life anime. Megumi isn’t even interested in those but right now, he just wants that mundanity . The food looks so good in those shows. Yeah, he’s getting hungry too.
“Can we do that? When we’re safe?”
“We’ll do that,” you smile. “Whatever my bunny likes.”
A soft sniffle. It’s not you. Megumi hides his face in your shoulder this time. A second later, you feel him shake against you. “I want to go home.”
“I know, I know,” you coo softly.
Megumi presses his face deeper into the curve of your neck. “I really, really want to go home.”
You smooth a trembling hand through his hair. “I know.”
The pressure around your ribcage increases, more and more as Megumi hugs you so tightly, wishing he could squeeze the both of you into a different dimension.
Your hand stays in his hair, combing through the tangled strands with slow, sleepy motions. If Megumi zones out enough, he can pretend he’s just hugging you after you took one exhausting shower. Soft breaths fill the room.
“Senpai…”
“Yeah?”
“When he comes back…”
“They don’t want to kill us,” you reply instantly. “I just can’t figure out what they want.”
You say it like you don’t expect Megumi to have any input. He’s smart, he’s come to the same conclusions as you but you take control of the situation, even though you’re the one who’s hurt. You guide him and he feels ashamed for needing that.
However, you’re the senpai, after all.
So, when the curse user comes back, the horrors will continue and you’ll help your bunny through it all. His scent envelops you completely now, a familiar air of shower gel and sweat.
His shadow was your enemy moments ago and yet, you’d feel a sense of comfort, were your lungs to give out. Suffocation in him is much better than a stranger’s blade.
Megumi doesn’t know that. He’s too proud to recognize the small mercy in a familiar death.
You’ve gotten ahead of yourself. The man is not even in the room yet.
“I’m proud of—“
“Don’t,” Megumi cuts you off, “Do not finish that. I just want this to be over, okay?” His voice trembles again.
You’re about to reply when a distant rumble interrupts. It sounds like furniture being moved or something heavy being transported. It doesn’t matter. Both of you freeze, breaths catching and Megumi even whimpers softly. His muscles tense up hard around you and before you know it, he’s dragging you to the corner of the hotel room, determined to keep you safe in the haze of panic and fear.
“No, no, no…”
“Megumi—“
Nails dig deep into your sides, he holds onto you for dear life. The unidentifiable noise quiets, replaced by footsteps nearing the door. Heavy, insistent.
“I don’t want it,” he mewls, curling up around you. “I don’t want this.”
You don’t have the strength to reassure him. It’s taking a toll on you too. With a soft exhale, you let yourself be held, your half-lidded eyes stay on the door. The handle is pushed down and the same electronic clicking sound signals the entrance being opened.
“Bunny…”
Megumi whines, squeezing his eyes shut. Blood pounds in his ears and for a moment, he thinks he might pass out, that his heart might stop working.
“Bunny, look.”
Megumi shakes his head and presses it further into your shoulder.
There are a few seconds of silence.
“It’s okay.”
Yuji’s voice comes out raspy, rougher than usual. He’s out of breath, hands in tight fists and the collar of his shirt is torn. It’s not unusual for him to end up looking like he was put through a meat grinder, his sorcery involves a lot of close combat. To Megumi, the voice is like a choir of angels. His eyes open and he looks up at his classmate from behind you, with lowered eyelids and a curtain of messy, spiky hair. It’s really him.
“Itadori…” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt. His mind is still catching up. The other boy waves hesitantly as he takes in the scene.
“Yeah.”
Megumi waits for your reaction, he needs you to confirm that thos is actually real. You just cough once and smile.
“There he is.”
Yuji doesn't move right away. For a second, he just stands there in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes darting between the two of you. The room tells the story before either of you can. The floor, your wet hair, the corner of the room.
“I,” Yuji begins, gesturing to his left clumsily, “I dealt with them.”
That was all the rumbling. Maybe the phone call had something to do with it too.
“Hear that, bunny? He dealt with them,” you repeat quietly, softly, like you’re coaxing a scared animal. The gentleness chips away at Megumi’s composure. He stares at Yuji for another second before something inside him finally snaps. The tension holding his spine straight dissolves. His shoulders cave. A strangled sound escapes him, then another and suddenly he’s crying, really this time. Ugly, helpless sobs that wrench out of his chest so hard they hurt.
“Oh.” Yuji’s face falls. “Oh, man.”
Megumi’s fingers bunch in the fabric of your shirt and suddenly you’re manhandled like you’re an oversized tissue for the river of tears. He turns you until his face is nuzzled into your collarbone.
Everything he has been holding together for the last hour finally gives way. Gripping your sleeve with one hand, the hem of Yuji’s shirt with the other, he stumbles into the hallway.
"He—" A gasp. "He made me—"
Another breath catches.
"I couldn't—"
You don’t fight it but as soon as Yuji’s gaze lands on you, you mouth a soundless “We have to go” at him. The boy nods. He doesn’t interrupt Megumi’s confessions. Floorboards creak as he approaches, while choppy gasps and words pour out of Megumi. The latter doesn’t notice that he’s being pulled to his feet, nor that you’re picked up by Yuji. Everything becomes a blur. He stumbles, halfway leaning against Yuji, following him blindly while still struggling. Hiccups every now and then.
He doesn’t hear you asking Yuji whether there’s still some hot chocolate left at home.
The next time your kohai registers something, he’s on a plush surface. Something with a backrest. A sofa. Just like he wanted. A blue, crocheted blanket stretches over his knees and there’s an extra source of warmth at his feet. Something with pastel color grading is on the TV— easy on the eyes. The clothes covering his skin are oversized, not his. The scent of his own shampoo climbs up his nose.
Two mugs sit on the coffee table, whipped cream decorating the top.
And someone is definitely leaning all their weight against his side. Your head is resting on his shoulder. One of your hands is trapped beneath the blanket between your bodies. The other is curled loosely against your stomach.
You’re still near him, even after all he’s done. You still made the hot chocolates. It’s… it’s over. Oh.
Instinctively, Megumi’s feet wiggle their way further between your calves. Your legs part to allow him closer.
“Sh, s’okay,” you slur out. “You’re okay.”
The only reason Megumi stays put is because he’s decided he wants to be really good now. He wants to make things right and if it means accepting your trust in him, he’ll do that.
“Is senpai in pain?”
“Mh, no, I’m okay. Just tired.”
“Me too.”
“We can sleep a bit.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
Slowly, Megumi sinks down into the couch with you. Your body goes limp the moment you’re horizontal. Then it’s just the satisfying pressure on Megumi’s body that matters. He’s not the cuddly type and he only tolerates you giving him nicknames because he doesn’t want to be a brat.
However, as the world softens around his tired limbs, he finds himself enjoying the proximity. Fingers tangle in your hair, more balanced this time and Megumi stares at the ceiling as he curls your locks around his thumb. There is a lot of damage to deal with. A lot of things to process. It’s still unclear what the point of all of that was.
Just this once, can it be someone else’s problem?
This is nice. Almost as if the even rise and fall of your chest, your peaceful exhaustion, they erased Megumi’s sins. A strong contrast to your thrashing body, and a welcome one too.
“Good night,” he mumbles, though it’s not even evening yet.
“Good night, bunny.”
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can u write megumi x mother figure!reader ? maybe she was around while growing up with gojo?
childless mother, motherless child ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა
cw: blood, emotional distress, surrogate parent-child dynamic, hurt/comfort, angst, mommy!reader, mention of implied infertility, low self-worth
note: hai, this is short n sweet, i really like it tho :) slowly catching up w the requests.
similar works: give Megumi a mom
Megumi’s hands curl around your wrists, his nails dig into your skin, and his grip—a tight seal—cuts off the circulation in your hands almost entirely.
He is fighting very hard to keep your hands off him.
Why? Because he’s stupid, stubborn, and most importantly, he doesn’t want you wasting it all on him.
“I don’t need this, I’m fine, you should—” He grits his teeth as he’s forced to wrestle you. Not his strong suit. However, you’re weak enough in your state that you can’t really fight him on it. Your reverse cursed energy reserves are low. What you have, you want to give all of it to Megumi.
Too bad, he wants you to keep it.
“Let me help you, goddamn it,” you pant, your wrists twisting as you try to break free from his grip.
Stupid you, so determined to heal him.
For a while now, Megumi has assumed you were not capable of having children of your own. What other explanation is there for the love (uncalled for) and care (not needed!) you consistently waste on someone like Fushiguro Megumi?
His younger self had flawed interpretations, and he still tends to think in black and white.
Your existence never added up. Sweet and patient, untainted by the horrors of jujutsu, even though your job confronts you with every bruise and broken bone born from that world.
He thought you were naive for staying kind and hopeful. He thought you were maybe too dumb to see jujutsu for what it is—hell.
Megumi stands corrected.
“So mean now,” Megumi pouts, his facade of nonchalance slipping into child-like petulance. Hair sticks to his forehead; scrapes and bruises litter his face.
You’re not fucking around anymore. Even as your strength leaves you, you fight to heal.
Foggy white light circles your fingers when you finally manage to get ahold of Megumi’s bloodied shirt.
So you do have a rougher side. You are not blind to hell.
What a relief.
“C’mon, ‘m just trying to help,” you slur out, your usual self returning. The little glimpse was still enough for Megumi to give in.
You’re trying to be soft despite everything that’s wrong with the world. He understands now. He can respect that.
“Fushiguro, ‘m going to count to three.”
“That doesn’t work on me,” Megumi hisses as he looks anywhere but your face. Avoiding gazes is Megumi’s defense of choice whenever vulnerability leads an offensive against his heart.
“One…”
“Hmph.”
“Two…”
Megumi’s hand slackens.
Your palm presses flat against his chest, fingers fisting weakly in the torn fabric of his uniform as reverse cursed energy sputters to life. The glow is uneven, flickering with your exhaustion. Turns out, the countdown method does work on him.
His pout deepens while the worst of his injuries heal.
“Chasing after a curse user on your own is really stupid,” you scold. It was inevitable. Do you have the mommy manual memorized? You’re checking every box. “No Nintendo for a week.”
“Don’t care about stupid video games anyway,” Megumi pants back at you. It’s not the punishment he’s upset about. Your fingers are starting to tremble, and your eyes are watering from how much you’re pushing yourself.
What a picture the two of you make. A childless mother and a motherless child, trying to protect the other the best way they can. Each tired grunt, each stubborn strain of muscle is just a testament to the love Megumi knows no other way of showing.
Why can’t you just have your own kids? Why do you have to insist the love between you and him is enough of a connection? Why is Megumi enough?
It hurts more to know that you could have a kid. You could and still, Megumi is enough.
“Mh, no library access for a week then.”
The pupils in Megumi’s eyes widen. Horror and grief flash across his face. He can live without books for a week, that’s not the problem, although it’s far from ideal. However, just the fact that you know him well enough to have an effective punishment is unsettling.
How scary it is being known, he realizes. Even scarier, being known by someone so soft and safe.
“So mean…”
His breathing evens out gradually, while yours is disrupted by shallow hitches.
“Worse could’ve happened. What were you thinkin’?”
If only you weren’t asking such a hostile question with such a tender tone, like you’re not even mad, just scared. Maybe then, Megumi wouldn’t crumble.
The Earth wouldn’t harden under him, preventing him from sinking away in shame and pain. His throat wouldn’t tighten.
“I was thinking,” he starts, voice hoarse and raw from overexertion, “that if he got to you…”
The boy finally stills his gaze on your face. You look nothing like him. You don’t carry the edges and frowns of a Zenin. You say please and thank you too often, you read Tsumiki bedtime stories like she can still enjoy them, and you make Megumi want to be a kid—your worst sin of all.
So when Megumi looks at you, he just wants to…
Mom, I want to go home.
Mom, I miss you.
Mom, this is too much.
Mom, I’m scared.
“I’m not a useless healer, I know some self-defense,” you sigh, as if self-defense skills were enough to face an actual curse user.
“Yeah, but—”
“Shush.”
Megumi quiets down. The pressure on his chest lets up, silky forces of jujutsu retreating from his limbs.
“…I’m sorry… I don’t mean to cause you trouble.”
Your worried eyes relax, and you breathe out as your technique stops.
“Too late,” you say quietly. “I already care too much.”
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