#mogari fluff

[megumismyhusband]

mogari wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight. ghosts? obviously. curses? sure. but love? nah.

and yet.

the first time he sees you, it’s like something glitches in his brain. you’re just walking down the hallway, nothing particularly dramatic about it, but the way the light catches on you, the way you move, like you’re in sync with some rhythm he can’t hear—it’s enough to make him stop mid-step, nearly causing someone to crash into his back.

from that moment on, it’s over for him.

he starts seeing you everywhere. at first, it’s probably coincidence. probably. but then he starts making it happen. changing his routes, timing his walks between classes, hanging around places he knows you’ll pass through.

and the first time he actually talks to you? pure improvisation.

“uh, you know you’ve got a spirit following you, right?”

you blink at him, clearly caught off guard. “what?”

he nods, arms crossed like he’s the authority on this. “yeah. been seeing it for a while. sticks close to you. might be harmless, might not be. but, uh… you might wanna let me keep an eye on it. just in case.”

you stare at him, and for a second, he thinks he’s ruined it. that you’ll call him a weirdo and walk away. but then—

“…how do you even know that?”

his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. you’re engaging. you’re curious. and that means he has an in.

he grins, tilting his head, playing it cool. “i have my ways. but if you’re really curious… i could show you.”

and that’s how it starts. how he worms his way into your orbit under the guise of protecting you from some nonexistent ghost. he teaches you about ‘spiritual energy’ (aka whatever nonsense he makes up on the spot), points out ‘ghostly disturbances’ (aka excuses to get closer to you), and warns you about ‘dangerous entities’ (aka any guy who tries to flirt with you).

somewhere along the way, he forgets if he’s even pretending anymore. because honestly? if there was a ghost following you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. you do have that kind of presence. the kind that lingers, that haunts.

and god help him, but he’s completely, utterly obsessed.

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[megumismyhusband]

mogari’s just sitting there, scrolling on his phone, totally unsuspecting. you watch him, heart doing little flips because he’s so unfairly cute. his dumb little pout, the way his hair flops over his forehead, and gosh you just can’t take it!

so you tackle him.

he makes a startled “geh—!” noise as you latch onto him like a koala, wrapping your arms around his neck. you playfully bite his cheek, not hard, just enough to squeak out your frustration. “you’re too cute,” you mumble, muffled.

“w-what are you doing!?” he’s flustered now, cheeks pink.

you pinch those cheeks. squish squish.

“stop—i’m studying!” he protests, but he’s not really pushing you away.

“oh yeah? studying, huh?” you grin, still squishing his cheeks. “didn’t know being on your phone counted as studying.”

“i-it does!” he sputters, trying to speak properly but you’re smushing his face which isn’t of much help.  “eugene was the one that told me actually.” he says defensively. 

“sure, i believe you.” you grin, before letting go of his face and placing a small kiss on his cheek

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[megumismyhusband]

it happens after school. the sun’s setting, the pavement’s still warm, and you’re sitting on a bench near the back gate, right where the breeze always hits just right. your bag’s beside you, your skirt’s neatly pressed, and there’s a soft little snack pack open in your lap.

there’s also a ghost. sitting next to you.

you don’t react. you never really do.

you felt it approach, sure — the brush of air that wasn’t quite wind, the tiny prickle at the back of your neck. but you’re used to it.

you don’t see them.

you don’t hear them.

but you feel them.

you’ve always been able to.

across the path, a group of boys are walking by, half talking over each other. one of them glances over. kanzaki, maybe? you’ve seen him around.

he slows down, stares, then nudges the tall one beside him. “there’s a ghost next to her.”

you don’t hear that part. you’re too busy trying to open your juice box without stabbing the straw straight through the other side.

they all glance over. pause.

you look so calm. like you don’t notice a thing.

zaki mutters something about you being popular. says there’s no way someone like you would be interested in a club like theirs.

eugene raises a brow. tamon shrugs.

mogari just says, “i’m asking anyway.”

and the next second, he’s walking up to you.

no hesitation. no dramatic lead-in.

you blink up when he casts a shadow over your snack pack.

“…uh. hi?”

“do you want to join a ghost club?”

his tone is completely flat.

you stare at him. “what.”

he points to the spot beside you. “there’s a ghost next to you.”

you glance down. blink.

“…yeah?”

“you didn’t freak out,” he says. “most people freak out.”

you poke the air next to you.

“i can’t see them. but they’re kinda… cold. like misty? and i always know when they’re there. it’s just this weird feeling.”

you pause. “kinda like when someone stares at you for too long, you know?”

mogari looks at you like he wasn’t expecting you to get it.

like maybe he thought you’d laugh at him.

but you’re not. you’re being completely serious.

“…we could use someone like you,” he says after a beat.

you smile a little, still holding your juice box. “wow, this the weirdest club invite i’ve ever gotten.”

“is that a yes?”

“hmm… depends. do i get snacks?”

“…maybe.”

you laugh. a real one. kind of bright. kind of dorky.

and mogari just blinks at you, expression unreadable.

back with the others, zaki stares like he’s seeing a ghost too.

he’s not.

just you.

talking to mogari like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

like you were always meant to be part of this.

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[megumismyhusband]

mogari was clutching the pool ledge like it was the only thing tethering him to life itself. “listen,” he said, voice grave. “i think i just remembered. i’m allergic to water.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you literally drank a whole soda ten minutes ago.”

“yeah, but that’s carbonated water. totally different.”

“mogari.”

he sighed, flopping his forehead dramatically against his arms. “fine. but if i do have an allergic reaction, you owe me an apology.”

you ignored him. “alright, let’s try floating again. i’ll hold you up at first.”

he grumbled something about “a cruel fate” but let you guide him onto his back. for a few seconds, he actually floated, eyes squeezed shut like he was preparing for the worst. then, suddenly—

“WAIT. NO. CAN’T DO THIS.” he thrashed violently, nearly knocking you over. “I JUST REMEMBERED. I HAVE A LONG-LOST BROTHER AND I NEED TO FIND HIM.”

you stared blankly at him. “since when?”

“uh, just now. it came to me in a vision. super tragic. i gotta go.”

“mogari, shut up and float.”

he pouted. “you have no heart.”

“and you have no swimming skills. now stop whining.”

he let out the most exaggerated sigh known to mankind but went still. “if i die, make sure my funeral has cool music.”

“you’re not dying.”

“but if i do.”

you shoved him lightly, and he yelped. “okay, okay! i’m floating! see? a natural born swimmer.”

you shook your head. this was gonna take all day.

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[megumismyhusband]

mogari is not acting normal.

which is ironic, considering he’s never really been normal, but this? this is a whole new level of weird.

he keeps doing this thing where he looks at you like he just had a life-changing revelation, then immediately looks away like he saw something terrifying. one time, he actually walked into a door because he was too busy staring at you.

“what is wrong with you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he fumbles to regain his balance.

“nothing!” he says way too fast. “i’m good. great, actually. never been better.”

you squint at him. he’s being sketchy. you know it, he knows it, but he refuses to elaborate.

and it’s all because of last week. because eugene just had to open his big, smart mouth and say, “you like them.” like it was some kind of casual fact. like it didn’t just throw mogari’s entire world upside down.

because now, he knows. now, when you laugh, he has to fight the urge to just sit there and admire you like an idiot. now, when you bump shoulders with him, he wonders what it’d be like to just hold your hand instead.

now, he can’t just be around you without feeling like his heart is trying to parkour out of his chest.

“you sure?” you ask, still skeptical.

he opens his mouth to say yes, to play it cool like he always does. but what actually comes out is—

“i like you.”

dead silence.

his brain completely malfunctions. he didn’t even mean to say that. where was the filter?! where was the survival instinct?!

“uh,” he chokes out. “ignore that. i’m malfunctioning. that wasn’t real-”

“mogari.”

he shuts up immediately.

you’re looking at him now, really looking, and he swears he might pass out. then, before he can spiral any further, you just—smile. soft, a little amused.

“good,” you say. “because i like you too.”

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