#nerd megumi

[analoggedin]

nerd! megumi and his mean girl gf

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[fushihearts]

your nerdy husband helping you and your daughter with her math homework (requested!!) 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ

husband!megumi fushiguro x f!reader, girl dad megumi, probably ooc i’m sorry😓, megumi has glasses, fluff | wc 1.5k

"...um...so now what?"

you're sat at the kitchen table, half slumped over in your seat and exhausted from the past half-hour of helping or trying to help your daughter with her math homework. if you’re honest, you’re not even sure if you can call it helping. between the heavy flipping through your daughter's textbooks and the scattered mess of sheets across the table, the two of you have solved an embarrassingly small number of questions, and it's clear you're both at the end of your tether.

your daughter glances up at you, expression half-incredulous before bursting into complaint.

"why are you asking me what to do? you're supposed to be the one helping me!"

you chew at your lip in frustration. sure, maybe you're not that big of a math enthusiast but surely you have to have it in you to be able to do this level of math at least, you reason with yourself.

with a quick sigh, you pull your chair closer to the table to get a better look at the equation once more.

"...okay. so...maybe try multiply the root out...and then um...you should get….." you trail off. it’s obvious by now that you’re totally lost. that results in a wail from your daughter as she buries her face in her hands, a few stray sheets falling to the floor in the process.

“…what are you both doing up so late at night?”

you look up, and for the first time today, you think maybe there finally is some hope for your daughter to complete her math homework.

the hope himself — megumi fushiguro — is stood in the doorway, his expression unimpressed as he stares at you both through his glasses, taking in the chaos. textbooks are scattered haphazardly, worksheets and pages discarded and your daughter is currently half on the verge of tears.

unfortunately enough for your poor husband, this is definitely not an uncommon sight for him. in fact, it’s become a sort of routine for you and your daughter — every sunday evening, no fail, you both manage to wind up in the exact same situation.

it isn’t like you aren’t both aware of the issue, either. he’s scolded you both countless times, his features stern as ever as he’d lectured you on the importance of not procrastinating. but as always, his lecture seems not to have gotten through to either of you.

megumi simply sighs, too tired to even question it this time, before making his way to the table. you gratefully slip out of your seat so that he can take your place next to his daughter, allowing you to stand back and watch him. he reaches over the table to organise the mess of sheets and workbooks into a neat pile before picking up the pen.

it’s cute, really, and you can’t help but bite back a smile at the sight: your husband leaning over the worksheet, brows pinched in careful concentration and his slender hand moving fluidly over the paper as he demonstrates how to solve the next question, and to his left, your daughter, her own expression equally as serious as she tries to keep up.

you try — and fail — to stifle a tiny pleased sound at the sight, causing megumi to turn and raise a brow at you, unamused.

“what are you doing? sit, you need to pay attention too.” megumi taps the table, nudging his head in the direction of the seat opposite him. “how else are you going to help her next time?”

“…me? but can’t you just do it next time, megs?”

he looks up from the equation he’s solving to throw you an unimpressed look.

“okay, fiiine.” you huff out before sliding into the seat opposite him.

with your head resting against your palm, you watch as he works through the equations, his voice low and brows pinched in concentration as he explains each step to your daughter. it’s sweet, and you can’t help but cherish the evenings spent like this. not to mention, despite all his grumbling, you can tell that megumi likes the domesticity of it all too.

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he’s always been like that — enjoying chores and seeing no problem in sitting through tedious tasks, never uttering a complaint. you’d teased him at first, finding it hilarious when he confessed that he actually looked forward to doing chores with you, solving the sudoku whilst curled up on the couch, or even just studying.

the first time the topic came up, you’d been washing the dishes with him stood by your side, neatly wiping them dry and placing them on the counter. you’d nudged him teasingly, throwing a quick glance in his direction.

“you know, megs, you’re such a workaholic sometimes..”

“…how so?”

“you always seem so content when we do chores or boring tasks. it’s almost creepy you know.” you had mumbled, looking up from the dishes once more to study his expression. he seemed unbothered by the observation, but you could see the way his mouth was just slightly parted, as though wordlessly questioning your words. “not to mention,” you continued, “i’ve never met somebody who enjoys solving math equations for fun until i met you.”

he didn’t reply, simply dropping his gaze back to the plate he’d been wiping before humming quietly in acknowledgment.

“if i didn’t know gojo, i’d have assumed he was reaaally strict with you as a kid, but we both know that’s definitely not true…” you trailed off — it had been just last week when satoru had visited and had absolutely spoilt your daughter upon coming to visit you both, after all.

after some quiet deliberation, megumi finally decided to speak up, voice softer than usual.

“…i guess it’s just nice to have a routine. it’s a nice change from all the chaos.”

you had smiled at that, studying your husband’s face once more.

“hm, yeah. i guess you’re right, megs.”

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finally, megumi finishes explaining the last of the homework questions. your daughter jump ups from her seat with a relieved expression, holding up the worksheet and looking over it with a pleased expression.

meanwhile megumi stretches, cracking his neck and allowing his eyes to flutter shut for a second as he lifts his head towards the ceiling. you study the way his lashes graze his cheek slightly as he inhales before bringing himself to sit upright once more. he turns to face you and your daughter once more.

“next time,” he murmurs pointedly, tone firm but not harsh, “don’t save your work until sunday evening, okay?”

you both nod, though all three of you know that his words have definitely fallen on deaf ears as always.

megumi watches your daughter rush upstairs to get ready for bed before he finally lets himself relax a fraction, yawning and placing his head onto the desk. you stay sat in the seat opposite him, allowing your hands to run over the dark tufts and spikes of his hair before carefully lifting his glasses from his head, placing them on the table next to him.

“megs, you’re going to break your glasses like that.” you murmur softly, voice gentle and expression concerned. your eyes graze over his slumped form, the way the stray spikes of hair cling to the nape of his neck and the tired slump of his shoulders. “do you want me to make you some tea..?”

he shakes his head no before lifting his head once more, watching you through half-bleary eyes. he tries to rub the sleepiness away, attempting to focus on your face as best as he can without his glasses on as you frown at the glass lenses, trying to rub them clean with a cloth. you’d never really noticed just how dirty they’d gotten, and of course megumi being megumi, he’d probably never even considered taking the time to look after himself instead of others.

so you take it upon yourself to offer him this simple act of care, hands steady as you rub the glass clean in circular motions.

you both sit like that in silence for a short while longer, with you still gently cleaning his glasses lenses as he sits sleepily, cheek pressed against his hand as he watches you.

you eventually decide to speak, your voice tentative.

“seriously, though…thank you, megumi.”

he blinks at that, a little thrown off-guard, and for once the usual stoic expression seems to melt into something slightly softer.

“…it’s…nothing.” he sighs, sitting up and scratching his neck. “like i said though…next time, try not to leave it so late.”

you stifle a tiny giggle at that.

“…yeah, yeah — i won’t.”

you both know that isn’t true, but megumi decides not to comment on it. he’s completely content with things as they are, anyway.

author’s notes: agh i’m so sorry for taking SOO long to write this req but i enjoyed writing about nerd megumi & i loved the idea of him having glasses too so thank you!! also i’m sorry that this is a little ooc💔 i tried ahh taglist!

divider creds @/dividers-are-us and @/cursed-carmine!

[fushigurlfriend]

II. is our chemistry the experiment?

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synopsis : megumi has set rules for his tutoring, strictly at the library. you want him to come to your dorm for immerse studying. how will he handle bending the rules? being in your private space? art creds @/eyly_art on instagram!

word count : 6k

c.w : 18+ themes :: university au :: no curses :: pervert megumi :: sexual themes :: descriptive masturbating scenes :: awkward meetings :: panty stealing :: sexual fantasies :: lowk me not knowing shit about chem but i try anyways :: camgirl scenes :: slow burn ::

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it’s been three days since he last saw you.

or even spoken to you for that matter, your number lying forgotten on his nightstand.

at least, he would like for it to be forgotten.

the truth is, he can’t stop thinking about you. now that he knows that the woman of his sexual fantasies actually goes to the same school as him, needs his help, and that he now has your number? it almost sends his mechanical brain into a short circuiting mess.

it’s not like he doesn’t want to talk to you, he does. he just feels extremely guilty about it, which is why he’s taken so long to reach out to you, he’s even debated not reaching out at all, throwing away your number and forgetting about the whole thing. but he can’t, it’s like the tiny piece of crumpled paper—10 digit numbers has a piece of your feelings in it. he can’t throw it away.

which is what leaves him here, sighing into the palms of his hands and fogging up his glasses as he stares at the paper as if he’s having a staring contest with it. he should just text you, stop being a wimp and just text you. he’s an adult now, he doesn’t have time to be nervous about helping a student in need. is what he says mentally, pulling up his contact list to send a quick, simple text.

that’s the step he’s always been left on the past three days, hesitating at this moment—flashes of you making yourself cum fills his mind. his brain racks with guilt, tossing his phone on the bed as he groans into his hands once more. he thought that going cold turkey on your videos would help him build up courage to see you again, but it hasn’t. matter of fact, it’s all he can think about now, you.

megumi lowered himself into his now folded arms, leg bouncing in thought, attempting to guilt trip himself into helping you. ‘she’s just another student. it’d be cruel to not help her all because you’re a pervert. just text her you moron.’ he let out a long sigh, dragging himself up and finally grabbing the paper off his nightstand along with his discarded phone, and entered your number into his contacts.

it was a simple contract name, your name along with ‘tutoring’ on the side of it. he did that with every peer he tutored, to keep everything in his phone organized. he started a new message with you, vision hovering over the keyboard, debating what to even say to you. should he excuse how long it took for him to reach out? or just ignore that all together, getting straight to the point?

his thumbs started moving before his brain could manage to make him overthink again, typing out a quick “hey, it’s fushiguro. let me know when you need more tutoring.” hitting send just as fast. he tossed his phone across the bed once more like it burned to hold it. he just can’t explain it, but it just feels wrong to text you, maybe a bit too personal. he feels as if he shouldn’t even have your number in the first place.

megumi needed a distraction, to get rid of the plague that you unknowingly inflicted upon his mind. he really wishes that yuji was home, his energetic energy and absurd stories always doing the trick. yuji always manages to get himself into messes, seeing things the normal college student wouldn’t see, but seemed to come out unscathed by the end of each story. unfortunately for megumi, yuji was gone at another party for the night, and was probably going to bring back another girl to their dorm. megumi made a mental note to sleep with his ambient noises tonight.

he settled for watching a animal documentary on the living room tv, since he had virtually no homework or materials to study, he was free as a bird. he left his small room, purposely leaving his phone in there as he settled onto the couch, turning on the tv to tune into whatever documentary was scheduled to air tonight.

besides being a book nerd, megumi is also really into animals, you could go as far as calling him a animal lover. his love for animals drove him to this college, having one of the best veterinary programs in the country. that being said, this tv break will be great to get his thoughts out of perversion.

what he didn’t know is how perfectly his text coming through would align with what you had in store for tonight.

just across campus, you were in your bed, running your wand vibrator up your clit, your exposed tits spilling from your half pulled down shirt. your viewers preferred seeing you with some form of clothing on, that didn’t necessarily cover you up completely. you let out a loud moan, making sure that your pussy was in perfect display for the livestream as tips flooded the chat.

you kept the lighting low, a pink sunset mood lamp mixing with the warm ring camera lights proved a sensual view, stray candles and toys in the back ground to set the mood. you had the setting of your vibrator at a moderate level, to make yourself last as long as possible. you kept your phone nearby, but out of view at all times just in case you needed to look at something to get you in a better state of arousal, so it was no surprise when you felt the buzz of your phone a few inches away from you.

it was a text—a number you didn’t recognize, glancing over to properly read it, or at least attempt to. you figured just grabbing the phone wouldn’t hurt, your viewers didn’t care what you did, as long as they saw you cum, and they were willing to pay for it. you quickly read the text, it was from fushiguro, your tutor. ‘you would text me right now, out of any moment.’ you thought to yourself, quickly discarding your phone without answering it.

your fingers trailed down to your further, playing with the sticky wetness of your arousal, fingers dragging the natural lubricant back and forth from your folds before letting out a few smacks directly onto your pussy, warranting a whine from you that drove the chat crazy. you tried to get back into it, to not think about your classes—academics, but no matter how long you tried, you couldn’t shake the thoughts away.

you couldn’t deny that you were worried about this exam that was creeping up on you faster than your orgasm, you sat and tried to study on your own these past few days, but you couldn’t learn as well without your tutor. that’s right, your tutor, fushiguro. he’s really good at what he does, and he’s smart too…wonder if he’s good at everything, even making a girl—

you had to snap out of it, focus on your live, and not let your mind wander to your innocent tutor, who you’ve only seen one time. you couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute, his glasses that he constantly adjusted, his sharp blue eyes that were always low, making him look constantly irritated, his deep smooth voice that gave you no choice but to listen to what he had to say, just because he sounded just that good.

his eyelashes that were unfairly long, his pale, long fingers that showed you just what to look for when he tutored you, his black spiked hair that sometimes looked a bit odd, but fit him perfectly. the more you thought of him, the more aroused you found yourself getting, even if you felt a bit bad about it, it felt too good to think about him rewarding you of your excellent listening skills with him fingering you with those delicious looking fingers of his.

before you realized it, you found your fingers slipping inside your soaked pussy, just one at first, curling upwards and dragging against your hypersensitive walls. you let out a moan of relief, dragging that finger in and out, motions slick and easy from how much wetter you got thinking about your nerdy tutor. he wasn’t even your type, you liked guys that carried themselves with more confidence, almost like the guy that suggested fushiguro to you. but it was just something about him that was driving your sexual fantasy wild right now.

you couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to have his fingers inside of you, reaching in deeper than your own fingers ever could, his smooth voice whispering in your ear, kissing at the sensitive skin right below your earlobe as his fingers curled just right, thumb circling at your clit as just the perfect pressure. he probably would be great at making a girl cum, knowing female anatomy down to a dot, making you crave him even more in this lust driven moment.

your exes in the past were never good at foreplay, or sex for that matter, they have only made you cum a hand full of times out of your entire life, which led you to exploring and learning your own body by yourself, desperate for release that you were constantly denied from. you found yourself slipping in another finger right along with the first one, turning up your vibrator to a stronger pulse, leaning back against your head board and lifting your hips, showing off your fingers driving into your pussy better, stretching yourself out for the camera as you chased your orgasm with strings of unadulterated whines and moans.

mr.richguy : sent $100 “look at her, she’s about to cum”

goonmaster365 : sent $35 “please say my name you’re so pretty”

kawaii_jesus04 : sent $70 “let me be your sugar daddy”

dudebromax : sent $150 “pretty pussy just dripping everywhere”

the chat began flooding with donations, it always did when you got close, your fans loved to watch you cum. you couldn’t even be bothered with that right now though, thoughts filled with nobody but fushiguro making you cum, your scissoring fingers being replaced with his, you could almost picture him next to you, sucking on your tits, watching you fall apart. your eyes fluttered shut, legs growing restless as you got closer and closer to the edge.

with surprised, aroused gasps, you came, moaning beautifully for your audience as the chat exploded once more, your release dripping down your thighs and cheeks and soaking your fingers further if it was even possible. you fingered yourself through it, dragging out every inch of pleasure before eventually coming down, turning off your vibrator and putting it to the side. you dragging your fingers from your pussy, and straight to your lips to suck them clean, fishing for more donations.

post nut clarity hit like a truck afterwards, feeling awful about getting off to a guy you barely know, but you couldn’t let it show on your face. so instead, you grabbed a dildo from the background, turning around and arching your back, running the toy between yours folds before you would actually apply proper lubricants to it. the night was nowhere near over, and you had a ‘job’ to do, so you would get back to your tutor whenever the next opportunity came.

if only he knew that the lives he was avoiding for the past few days, had you finishing all over your fingers, wishing they were his instead. but he sat clueless on the couch, enamored with wildlife as the hours ticked by. in those hours, countless orgasms ripped through you, ending the live with a good amount of money made as you stashed your set up away and cleaned the sheets of your bed.

you still felt pretty bad about what you did, thinking about your tutor, who was only here to help you study for chemistry, and not here to help you cum. that’s right—he texted you. you put your sheets and blankets in the dryer as you waked back to your room, finding your phone on your clean, backup sheets on your mattress. you sat down on your bed in your favorite comfy pajamas and read the text over again.

it’s the same as what it was earlier, the same simple text, straight to the point, professional. you saved the number in your phone, naming his contact as ‘cutie tutor’ with a emoji next to it. no, that’s weird, don’t get ahead of yourself. just make his contact simple, his name. you promptly deleted the text, replacing it with just his name, with the emoji next to it because it made it look cute.

you debated on what to respond with, quickly thinking before typing out a message. “hi! i’m glad you reached out. i actually need a lot of help with tutoring :(” you hit send without a second thought, putting your phone down and getting back to remaking your room from cam girl you to regular you.

that was 45 minutes ago, and megumi is still looking down at his phone, in somewhat shock that you actually responded. he doesn’t know why he’s surprised you texted back, that’s how texting works. still, he’s in shock because he’s now texting you. he read it over for the millionth time, before deciding to just respond, he couldn’t keep you waiting like this, especially because you explicitly said that you needed help.

“chemistry still?”

he sent back, scrolling on his phone until you texted him back. to his surprise, it only took three minutes before you texted him back. he looked down at his phone, heart beginning to pump faster in his chest as a small blush bloomed on his cheeks. he considered not answering immediately, to not look desperate, like he was eager to text you, but the more he thought of that idea the more stupid it sounded. obviously it was urgent if you’re texting him back so quickly, he thought to himself, reading your text over.

“yes! my final is in two days and i feel nervous about taking it. can you tutor me tomorrow if you’re free?”

your response was instant this time, not even giving megumi a chance to exit the chat. he pondered his schedule for tomorrow, he only had a few early morning classes to take, no other plans for the rest of the day. honestly? a perfect day for him to help tutor you.

“sure.”

you chuckled to yourself at his short answer, clearly he likes to get to the point very quickly. you typed out a silly response before you could stop yourself.

“clearly you’re a man of many words.”

you sent back with a grin, not allowing him to reply with a dry text before following up with another request.

“i’m going to be really busy tomorrow though, lots of classes :/ can we have our session in my dorm tomorrow instead of the library?”

your dorm? megumi’s fingers hesitated on the keyboard, his train of thought coming to a halt for several long seconds. he never went—or wanted to, go to anyones dorm for tutoring, always requesting to meet up in the library instead. it first, felt way too personal for him to be going from door to door, walking in his peers rooms just to help them with academics. it also served as a bad space for focus and learning, rowdy students in rooms across the halls, either partying or having very loud, exaggerated sex. while the library was more quiet, plenty of books and materials to use, and they were easy access.

he didn’t know how to formulate all of that into a single text, so he didn’t, instead, he sent something a bit smaller than that. after a long pause of his responses, be finally sent a reply back.

“i don’t usually go to my peers dorms.”

you looked at his response, reading it over a few times as you formulated a response, trying to work your schedule around having to leave once more to get tutoring in the library that you desperately needed. you watched in surprise as a text bubble popped back up, making you stop in your tracks, fingers coming to a pause above the keyboard. as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, being replaced with a short text.

“if it’s necessary, i can.”

why the fuck did he say that?! megumi groaned at his impulsive text. there’s no way he can go back now! he already said he could come to your dorm. he’s in way too deep now, watching you reply with a quick celebration and your dorm building, room number, and time to meet. he responded with short “okay, see you then.” before falling back on his bed with a groan, phone still in hand as he stared up at the ceiling.

he doesn’t know why he felt to compelled to allow for this to happen, he’s a man of many principles, and he usually stands on them. but it’s just something about you that makes him want to do or follow whatever you say. he covers his face, groaning into the palms of his hands, questioning what the hell is happening to him.

he doesn’t even know how he’s going to go about being in your ‘stage’ of sorts, being in the room where he watched you play with yourself almost every single night. before he could let himself go into a spiral, he heard yuji clumsily come into the front door, hearing his drunk slurring and mumbling through the wall as well as a feminine voice behind him. that’s his queue to go to bed, the last thing he needed to hear was some moans right about now.

he took off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand and crawling into his bed and turning off his lamp. this is a problem he’s going to have to conquer tomorrow, for now? he’s gonna try to get a good nights rest.

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he’s woken by his alarm blaring from his phone early the next morning, groggily turning it off before letting out a yawn, checking his notifications in bed before committing to getting out of bed. the usual, a text from his sister, grades on assignments being posted, 100’s on all of them, a drunk text from yuji and plenty of reels he sent to him in his druken haze. megumi couldn’t bite back the small smile that crawled onto his face upon reading the text and watching the reels. he stretched in bed before peeling the blanket back, finally getting up.

megumi’s morning routine is quick and simple, wake up, shower, eat breakfast, leave, all in record time. after all that was done, he grabbed his crossbody and left quietly to not disturb yuji, knowing his was most likely extremely hungover this morning. he walked briskly through the campus, many students also commuting to their early morning classes as he made his way to his language arts class.

he made it to class quickly, a few minutes early just to be sure. he walked in the lecture hall, noticing a handful of students also there and sat far apart from one another, while some friends sat with each other. he scanned the room, spotting maki sitting in their usual spot in the class. he walked over, sitting down with a respectful nod. “good morning, zenin.” he said quietly, biting back a small smirk as a vein appeared on her temple. “i told you to stop calling me that years ago you damn brat!” she grumbled, giving a very strong push to his shoulder. he ignored her, pulling out his class materials as maki grumbled to herself.

both maki and megumi come from the same clan, but his father took his mothers name when they married, making him a fushiguro instead of a zenin. the family clan is very cruel to maki, and her twin sister mai. megumi sympathizes with her due to their family, but still teases her name just to get her spirits up, besides, he knows that she truly doesn’t get angry about it anyways, just family teasing.

soon enough, class began, and they started with the lesson plan. just like every other class, his thoughts wandered to you, except that today, he has a good reason to be thinking about you. is the excuse that he gives himself. he still has to come to terms that he’s coming to your dorm today. he still doesn’t know how he’s going to keep his cool, writing along and following the lesson plan as the teacher spoke.

megumi sat almost restlessly in his chair, following along with the notes hastily as the minutes burned along. maki looked at him through the corner of his eye, noticing the almost out of place look of confusion on his face. she nudged him with her arm, leaning over to whisper to him. “you look more concentrated than usual megumi, and damn near confused. are you alright?” megumi flinched lightly out of surprise, getting him out of his train of thought. he looked over at her, adjusting his glasses with a nod. “just didn’t get a good nights rest.” which is somewhat the truth, but not the entire truth. he’s not being sincere, and maki knows him well enough to know that. still, she let it go.

she let out a hum of defeat, focusing back on her own assignment. megumi gripped his pencil quickly jotting down answers to the paper that the professor handed out to them twenty minutes ago. even with his mind occupied, he was still flying through the paper, answering the questions like second nature. he still has two more morning classes to get through, and he’s already distracted through the first one. he hated to admit this, but he missed watching your lives, he would hate to say he’s addicted to watching them, but he genuinely wishes he could just put his pride aside and just watch them. he has academy responsibilities to do, and he’s not going to let getting a stupid nut get in the way of that.

class was slowly coming to an end, the assignments long done as the class reduced to mumbles between peers, the professor settling down to do some computer work grading. “class, don’t forget about that testing as at the end of the week. make sure to be prepared and on time.” he announced, before promptly dismissing the class.

megumi packed everything into his crossbody, waving a brief goodbye to maki before exiting the classroom. he walked down the halls, stopping by the vending machines to get a quick snack before his next class would start. yuji was already there, looking in distress as he leaned against the drink machine, pajama pants and a white tank, looking like he just rolled out of bed. megumi smirked upon noticing his best friend, preparing to let out a slick comment before yuji raised his hand in front of his face. “don’t, i know i look a mess. the ladies don’t think so though, guess i still have crazy appeal no matter how i look.” yuji said confidently through a slight groan, clearly hungover. “something still gotta change, brother. i can’t keep drinking like this.” he admitted, resting a heavy hand on megumi’s shoulder.

“i keep telling you that, party boy. you never listen to me.” megumi returned matter of factly, but still, he felt bad about the state his best friend was currently in. “you know where we keep the medicine, take it easy.” megumi suggested, punching in the code for the snack that he wanted. yuji let out a huge smile, albeit a bit pained from his headache, and slung an arm around him, laying his body weight all over him. “megumiii! you’re the best, man! this is why i love you.” he declared in a dramatic voice. warranting a few stares from passing students. megumi blushed in embarrassment, trying to push him off subtly. “you’re embarrassing me.” he grumbled, quickly paying for his snack and grabbing it once it fell. “i’ll see you later.” he said promptly with a sympathetic pat, before turning to walk to his other classes.

yuji’s interruption almost made him late, hastily walking to the next lecture before professors would lock the doors. he arrived seconds before the next class started, this class being a part of his major, veterinary medicine. he could actually sit and enjoy this class, he finds himself paying attention this most here, getting into the lesson and growing passionate with every class he has scheduled here. megumi didn’t share this class with any of his friends from high school, so he kept to himself here, honestly appreciating the break from social interaction, just having time to sit and learn material.

classes went on like that in a blur, and before he knew it, his morning classes were over. he knew yuji wouldn’t be at the dorm any time soon, so he would have the place to himself until he would have to leave again to meet you. he decided on getting takeout from a restaurant that was nearby campus, taking a quick drive there to sit and enjoy his meal.

hours passed by with your classes, and you were honestly tired, rightfully so, having 6 back to back classes wore you out. you dragged yourself through the front door of your dorm, slugging everything off and plopped down on your bed, groaning into your pillows. you looked at your phone, 7pm. megumi was supposed to be here in about 30 minutes, at your realization, you quickly scrambled up, shedding off all your clothes and promptly got in the shower to freshen up. you didn’t know why, but you had the urge to impress him, and to look as presentable as possible. you used your favorite body wash, stressors melting away under the warm spray of the shower water.

with almost no time to spare, you discarded worn clothes in the hamper of your room, and pulled out a nice, casual outfit. something to make you look good, but not screaming ‘i’m trying way too hard for studying.’ you touched up on your face, making your hair look tolerable and patiently waited for megumi to arrive.

megumi, being a huge time management person, showed up at your doorstep five minutes before, hesitating to even knock at your door, clutching onto the strap of his crossbody, that now only had chemistry notes in them. he psyched himself up, taking a deep breath to make himself look as calm as he usually does before knocking on your door.

he stood in silence for what felt like hours, heart threatening to race as he heard you shuffling inside your dorm. he even at one point considered that he was maybe at the wrong door, but after quadruple checking, he realized he was at the right place. you opened the door with a warm smile, eyes meeting his as you looked up at him. now that you were both standing, you couldn’t help but notice that he was a few inches taller than you, something minuscule that shouldn’t have made your heart squeeze.

he gave a small wave, in return, you gave one back. “you’re here!” you beamed, he nodded, grip loosening on his bag strap. “yeah, i am.” he returned, sounding almost bored. “you..look nice.” he said hesitantly, keeping a straight face. but in his mind—he was losing it. ‘why the fuck did he say that?? it’s like he’s trying to embarrass himself.’ your smile widened, thanking him quietly. you quickly realized that the both of you were just standing in the doorway, unmoving, which you quickly fixed.

“i’m glad you could make it! thanks for coming by given the circumstances.” you said politely, standing aside to let him in. megumi in turn, gave a simple nod, a mumbled ‘no problem’ despite his mind racing with a million problems, but they weren’t necessarily bad. he stood awkwardly in your living room, glancing around your place as you shut the door behind yourself. you looked back at him again, mind filling with how you’d just gotten off to him, hard, the night before. harder than you’d like to accept.

you in turn, grew a bit awkward at the very embarrassing memory that just plagued your mind. “you can uh…follow me to the back.” your phrasing made it sound like you were about to fuck him instead of sit down and learn something. you began walking to your room, in which megumi trailed behind you in silence, watching as you pushed your door open. his breath hitched, scanning the room quietly as he stepped inside and placed his bag onto your bed. just by standing in here, he could feel the sexual energy radiating from the walls. megumi could even tell exactly where you propped your camera up to get your angles for your lives.

he had a long blink, regaining a clear state of mind as he watched you shuffle around in your room with the lights, trying to make everything comfortable. “you can take a seat.” you said quickly, settling down on your bed as megumi followed, although a good distance away from you on your bed. times like this he really wished you had chairs in your room, or anything that would keep him from sitting on your bed. it already felt way too intimate walking in your bed, but sitting on it? the place he would watch you cum? he had to fight to not get an erection.

a blush painted his cheeks as he looked down, trying to hide it by pulling out materials, the same materials the two of you left out on almost a week ago. “when’s your test?” he asked in a deep mumble, refusing to make eye contact with you unless absolutely necessary. “tomorrow.” you said after a few seconds, watching as he seemed to be very interested in digging into his bag.

“and you still don’t feel prepared?” he questioned, glancing at you after getting the chemistry materials out in front of the both of you. all you gave back was a shake of the head, fingers rubbing together in nervousness. megumi picked up on it, but brushed it off as you having pre test anxiety. if only he knew the real reason why you were nervous.

megumi handed you half of the papers to hold onto. “let’s pick up where we left off.” that being chemical bonds and interactions. just as he did last time, he taught with patience, never making you feel dumb or stupid for not getting it the first time, explaining concepts and chemical reactions and criteria in that deep voice that coaxed you into listening. he pulled out a space paper and pencil and took the papers back from you. “i want you to write these out yourself now.” he stashed the papers away, watching as you hesitated and racked at your brain to remember everything that you’ve learned, from him and from your class.

he stayed silent, watching as you struggled to answer the questions that he asked you, one by one, and slowly, you finished them, handing back the papers to him to review. he looked over them, adjusting his reading glasses as he fact checked each question. he asked ten questions, and you only got two wrong. “you did good.” he said simply, circling which ones you got wrong. despite missing some, his approval made you let out a genuine smile, getting excited that you actually did way better than you expected. you cheered, before quickly settling down as you realized that he was probably waiting for you so he could review the ones you got wrong. megumi fought back a blush at your excitement, clearing his throat as he began to go over the two that you missed.

it went on like that for almost two hours, not stopping giving you practice questions until you aced them, twice for good measure. in that time span of two hours, the two of you grew more comfortable with each other, megumi still wouldn’t speak much, but he found his shoulders not tensed anymore after spending time with you. he even chuckled at a joke or two that you let out, something you didn’t even realize was that rare, yet.

“you know..i’m starting to wonder…” you began, meeting his gaze. he stayed silent, waiting for you to finish with a small ‘hm.’ “is our chemistry the experiment at this point?” you joked with a smile, nudging his shoulder. “you’re a really cool guy, fushiguro! it’s easy to talk to you!” you finished with a smile.

megumi’s breath hitched with a small blush, trying to hide it and collecting himself before speaking. “you’re silly.” is all he had to offer back, but you knew he was just the type not to talk much. “i gotta use the bathroom, and i think that’s enough studying for the day. i’ll be right back.” you excused yourself before walking to your bathroom.

he sat on your bed, unmoving at first before packing away all his notes and spare papers, waiting for you to come back from your bathroom trip. after he finished packing, he took a moment to really soak in your room, and the fact that he was in it. your hamper sat in the corner of your room, purposely out if view he thought to himself. he never thought he would find himself in here, standing to take a quick stroll around your room, making up and excuse in his head that he was just restless after sitting for a long period of time.

while he stood in your room, he found himself by your hamper. he wasn’t trying to go through your clothes like a weirdo, but he kept glancing at it, trying to figure out if it was panties he was currently seeing out the corner of his eye. upon getting closer, and taking a real look, he realized it was. he blushed, looking back at the bathroom door to make sure you weren’t coming out any time soon. luckily, you weren’t, megumi took that to his advantage to pick up your discarded panties, holding the delicate lace material between his fingers. he could feel himself stirring in his pants as his mind racked with guilt for what he was about to do.

he lifted them to his face, giving a deep sniff with a groan. it smelled just as he thought it would, hints of skin musk and something special that screamed you. he could imagine his face buried into the real thing, nose nudging your clit as his tongue lapped at you with fevor, licking up every drop of your arousal as he rutted into the sheets, getting off to the sounds of you moaning his name. his eyes that fell shut with the inhale shot open as he heard the toilet flush in your bathroom. he quickly turned around, stuffing the panties in his bag before settling back down on your bed.

a minute later, you came out the bathroom with a soft smile, without any idea that your panties were now in his crossbody bag. “thank you again, fushiguro. let me walk you to the door.” you offered politely, walking to your front door as megumi followed, guilt trailing behind him as a blush creeped on his cheeks. you unlocked the door, opening it so he could step out. he turned around to face you, trying to keep a normal face despite a slight pink hue on his cheeks. “i’ll keep you updated on my test! thanks again!” you said, watching as he nodded and mumbled a response before swiftly turning to walk away. you shut the door after him, locking it before letting out a deep sigh on your couch.

megumi on the other hand? was no alright. he couldn’t believe he just stole from you, your panties for that matter. it’s not like he planned on it, it just kinda happened, he put them in his bag in a panic, and now he’s walking back to his dorm with your underwear in his bag.

as if he thought it couldn’t get any worse? it did.

sorry for the wait everyone, but chapter two is finally here!! i have a good excuse as to why this was so late, i was employedmaxxing, gymaxxing, and minecraftmaxxing, yall gotta understand mama had no time to write 💔 i wish tumblr wouldn’t decrease my graphic quality ;-; but i hope you all enjoyed this chapter! i’ll try to cough up chapter three as quickly as possible!! MWAH ᰔ

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[marvelskz]

BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA LETS GOOOOOO NERDGUMI AND FRATYUJI

[onlyfanfictasies]

✰ SECRET.. AND “PRIVATE”?

this is a series, part one, part two

warning : angst, suggestive, if u dont want y/n with megumi ur gonna be mad, didnt proofread

after you and (mostly) megumi established that you will be friends, you decided to back off because your feelings were hurt.

the day after you go to nobara’s house to complain about everything like you guys always do every week on saturdays. you tell her “and he just texted me like everything is normal!” your voice slightly cracks, because even if you like to admit it or not.. those 5 months you guys have been talking, you’ve fallen inlove, slowly. “and everything isn’t normal! i-i mean.. I should’ve assumed since it’s been 5 months-“ nobara gasps and her eyes widen “5 MONTHS?! LIKE ONETWOTHREEFOUR.. FIVE?!” you nod and fidgets with your hands.

“yes.” you look down, ashamed because you always had a gut feeling.. you just never acted on it. “oh girl, if you knew you should’ve told me, you know I woulda told him to get his act together” she scoffs and eats from their candy salad they made. “i know..” you mutter.

one week later..

your home trying to enjoy your anime, eating some pizza you ordered and megumi has the audacity to text your phone trying to go to the movies. you scoff and put your phone down.

brrrrriiiiinnnngggg

…

ringgggggg

“who’s calling me, it better not be-“

Megumi.

you answer the phone despite your growing dislike for his attitude. “hello?” you put down your pizza. “hey” the voice on the other side of the phone is rough and flat. “i left, wanna hang out instead?” you sigh and pause your show and eat slowly then mumble. “why..” you hear a dry chuckle on your phone. “because i miss you?” your heart flutters.. but you know it’s wrong. “stop megumi.” “why y/n.. im sorry I don’t mean to hurt your feelings.. can we just talk it out, in person? where are you” sounded more like a command then a question somehow. “home.” you mumble and gets up out of bed and put him on speaker. “but don’t come-“ “im already on my way, 4 blocks away.” you yelp in shock and fix up your hair then put on a white tank top and your already wearing black sweatpants. “megumi you can’t just come without permission, you know.” you mutter as you put lipgloss on.

silence..

DING-DONG!

“okay, open the door” he hangs up and waits, you groan and go downstairs. “you can’t just come to people’s houses after breaking their-“ you open the door and he looks up at you and immediately grabs your waist and walks backwards and kicks the door shut. “i missed you.” he smiles, you always get lost in his eyes.. if not, his charming smile. (probably gets it from his deadbeat daddy.. sigh) “i didn’t, you wanted to be ‘friends’..” she gestures to the non-existent space between them. “this isn’t space.” “i know” you guys finally eventually meet a wall that your back gently is pressed against and he looks down into your eyes and whispers “you mad at me baby?” he furrows his brows. “no.” you scoff and roll your eyes.

his hand glides up your waist up your side of your neck, then your cheek as he cups it. “so you did miss me?” “i said I didn’t, you played with my feelings.” you frown and look away.

..sigh

“im sorry, i just.. needed space i was really stressed out, but we’ll work this time.” “you said that last time.” you said with no hesitation, he paused. “im sorry.. do you want me to show you how sorry i am? i promise I will.” he smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“megumi.. im mad at-“ “at me, i know.. but y/n i need you” his eyes lower with a familiar gaze your way too acquainted to .. “megumi.. please i-“ “please y/n im sorry.” his eyes look sorry as he looks down at you. “please-“ “fine meg!-” he didn’t even let you finish before he grabbed your face and started kissing you like he’s been starving for decades. “mm.. you taste so good.” both of your lips glide against each others easily and he presses against you. the kiss is slow, desperate, not knowing what to do, or how to feel you press your clammy hands on his chest and let out a quiet “mph” he notices and pulls back “can’t breathe?” “not really no.. caught me off guard.” he nods and waits for you to give him the signal to keep going.

after a moment you hesitate, he sees it and slides his hand up your back slowly arching you back into a softer kiss. “we shouldn’t..” you mumble breathlessly and grip the fabric on his shoulder. he doesn’t even hide the fact he’s staring at your lips like it’s going to be his last meal. “y/n, please.. shut up.” he desperately grabs the hem of your tank top then your waist and pulls you closer, the kiss feel like it’ll be your last. you press your forehead against his and slide your cold hand up his shirt making him shiver but it makes him deepen the kiss even more turning him on. his hand on your waist, his free hand slides up to your cheek and he pulls back and his thumb rubs your swollen lips. “my lips feel numb.” you mumble embarrassed. “you still mad?” “yes” he scoffs and looks around. “who’s home?” you know what he means when he asks that and you look away and dont respond, damn it you want to respond to badly but you’ve talked so much crap about him to nobara you dont want to go back on your word.

“look at me y/n” you do. “who’s home.” you shake your head, gesturing no one is home and he picks you up with one hand and carries you to your bedroom and tosses you on your bed. “should’ve just told me that in the first place.” he easily takes off his shirt and climbs over you like a predator finally catching their prey. “megumi..” your brain legit cannot process any other words except from ‘stop’ and ‘megumi’ he chuckles and looks into your eyes. “what, i fried your brain just from kissing?” you huff and look away and he pushes you down.

editors note: ugh y/n is so downbad but lwk id be too, im soso sorry if this is corny im not the best writer but there will be more lore about their relationship next part also idk if i wanna write smut bc ion know how frl and it might be corny so.. use your imagination for now guys lol :) (as a writer i can take criticism but not rude comments so if you want to suggest anything to help my writing (NICELY) please do :)

Also some ppl wanted me to tag them, here you go @hanawoof @nicolovesutoo @drink-graywater @dementedlover666

[purplem0ss]

You know you're in my head like all the time 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

s t a t u s : chapter 4 loading... this may take some time

S y n o p s i s : You, and your childhood best friend Nobara, are starting your first year of college together. Due to some technical issues, the both of you apply for different dorms, and therefore have different roommates. Turns out university life can be pretty boring if you don’t know anyone in your class. Luckily for you, another friend of Nobara’s introduces the two of you to his friend group, and a particular raven haired individual who happens to be in the same physics class as you catches your eye. But wait… your new roommate is… his ex?!

c . w : fem!reader · reader majors in physics · scientific inaccuracies · fluff · crack · cursing · suggestive themes (but nothing explicit!) · slight angst · Megumi is frustratingly dense · slight Nerd!Gumi? · Megumi's ex (yes, she gets a cw of her own) · college au · smau · slight ooc? · su1c1de jokes · will add more as I go!

a / n : since I'm still pretty new to posting fics on tumblr, and this is my first smau, any advice/constructive criticism is welcome! But remember to be nice :)

M a s t e r l i s t :

Ahem... ROLL CALL!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Also, DISCLAIMER: any images that I add in this smau that depict y/n are NOT trying to characterize her in any way. I am simply adding those images to help you, the reader, get an idea of what to imagine you could be wearing or the general aesthetic of the post that I'm using the image in. I am merely using them for context. The only descriptors of y/n that are going to be used are that she is a female. That is literally it.

Header art is by @semapthy on 𝕏 , divider creds go to @feimingo title from "favourite apple" by The Two Lips

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[datgirlwholuvsanime33]

I need need me a good megumi series, pls recommend yall I feel like I read everything 😔… like something that’s sweet,hot,angst all the above

[riversally]

Beauty and Brains

you, a popular girl having a crush on a nerd it's okay, right? not a big deal.

parts. chapter 02

content. virgin! Megumi + experienced! Reader, Dirty talk, suggestive dialogue, and tension, fwb-to-lovers, Peer drama, slow burn romance, and fake confidence, Strong language & mature themes. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

notes. This is the first part, ts going to get really freaky.... when I figure it out :)

FIRST BLOG

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it’s a weird thing, watching someone from far away. not in a creepy way—just... in that quiet, invisible kind of way.

it started two weeks into the semester. I was half-asleep, drinking coffee that tasted like heartbreak and cardboard, when I noticed him.

head down. hoodie up. typing furiously on a beat-up laptop covered in peeling code stickers. like he was trying to hold the entire internet together with his bare hands and a stubborn sense of purpose.

at first, I thought he was just another tech bro. the kind who thinks html is a love language.

but he wasn’t like that. not exactly.

he didn’t talk to anyone. barely looked up. just typed. like the real world was too much and the screen was the only place that made sense.

and somehow, that made me keep looking.

not watching. just... noticing.

(it doesn’t count as watching if your gaze just sort of drifts in that direction every time he’s around, right?)

his name is Megumi.

yeah, I know. it doesn’t fit him at all. Megumi sounds soft, flower-like. delicate.

he’s not. he’s sharp angles and bitten nails and scuffed sneakers. late-night energy drinks and big thoughts he doesn’t say out loud.

he walks like he’s trying not to take up space. like he’s apologizing for existing.

and I’m the opposite of that.

people look at me. I make sure they do.

short skirts, combat boots, winged eyeliner that could slice a man open. I laugh too loud, I flirt too casually, I survive off iced coffee and attention.

but for some reason, I still look at him like he holds answers to questions I haven’t figured out how to ask.

classroom, Monday morning. fluorescent lights that buzz like they’re judging you.

The professor announces we’re doing semester-long partner projects. some ethics of AI thing. tech and humanity and whether the robots are coming to kill us.

"i’ll be assigning partners randomly," she says, already holding the fate of our social lives in her evil little hands.

she starts reading names.

I’m barely listening. texting Nobara about brunch plans. until:

"Megumi Fushiguro and [insert name] ."

i freeze.

what.

my name. his name. said together.

heads turn. eyes flicker. i hear my name whispered behind a hand.

fuck.

Megumi doesn’t react. just blinks slowly. nods once.

cool. i, on the other hand, laugh like it doesn’t matter.

"Good lord." I mutter.

after class, I catch up to him.

he’s already halfway down the hallway, walking like he wants to disappear into the floor tiles.

“Hey,” I say, falling into step beside him. “We should figure out where to meet for the project.”

he glances at me. not startled. just… observing. like he’s analyzing my code in real time.

“Library makes the most sense,” he says. “Neutral territory.”

“My place has snacks,” I counter. “And better lighting. and I don’t want to whisper for hours like we’re plotting a heist.”

he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t think the library is where academic collaboration is supposed to happen?”

“Megumi, I literally watched someone fall asleep in a beanbag chair there last week.”

he’s quiet for a second. then: “...do you have a desk?”

“no, but I have a floor. and a scented candle that smells like stress relief. close enough.”

he nods once, slowly.

"So, after school...here's my number text me for the address"

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my room smells like strawberry lip balm and existential dread.

he sits cross-legged on my rug like he’s performing some kind of academic ritual, spreading out notes and diagrams with careful, quiet precision.

I sit across from him, pretending I’m not dying.

he’s so methodical. like he doesn’t want to waste a single breath.

I ask questions just to hear him talk.

his voice is soft. low. like rain on glass. like he’s afraid too much volume will break something.

"If we consider machine consciousness within sentient threshold models..."

and I nod like I understand. I don’t. not really. I’m too busy noticing the way he pushes his hair out of his eyes.

the way he chews his bottom lip when he’s thinking.

this is bad. this is so bad.

we spend the afternoon buried in textbooks and tabs—his laptop opens to seven different research journals, mine mostly used for playlist control and pretending I know what "ethics matrices" are.

he talks more than I thought he would. not about himself, not really. but about the project. about frameworks for evaluating AI behavior, and whether sentient machines deserve rights, and how existing laws barely scratch the surface.

"it’s like trying to legislate consciousness," he says at one point, gesturing with a highlighter. "You can’t define a ghost in the machine with case law. not really."

"But we’re still trying," I say, chewing on a pen cap. "humans love pretending we understand things we don’t. it’s our favorite genre."

he huffs a quiet laugh. it’s soft, and a little surprised—like he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

"You think we’ll get it right someday?" I ask.

he shrugs. "I think we’ll keep trying until something forces us to."

we fall into a silence that feels almost deliberate. not awkward—just full.

“Do you think sentient AI would be better than us?” I ask.

he looks down at his notes. taps his pencil. “Maybe not better. just... unburdened. they wouldn’t grow up afraid of being too much. or not enough. unless we programmed them to.”

his voice softens, almost like he’s not talking about AI anymore.

that sits between us for a while.

I change the playlist. something lo-fi and unintrusive. he hums along, barely audible.

we divide the slides evenly. he handles the case studies—actual lawsuits and precedent-setting disasters. I draft the moral implications with a little too much flair. (Drama is a love language, too.)

we discuss. about digital autonomy. about the ethics of robot therapists. about whether a machine can really have free will if we wrote its code.

"If a robot becomes self-aware, is it still bound by its programming?" I ask, sitting cross-legged, balancing a pen on my knee.

"Just like us," he says. "Just with different code. hormones. trauma. childhood."

“Okay, philosopher,” I murmur.

“I'm serious,” he says, quietly. “You can love someone and still follow every old line of code inside you that tells you to run.”

my heart stumbles. just for a second.

we're still talking when the sun starts dipping lower, casting a gold sheen over my floor. the project's been packed up for a while now, laptops closed, notebooks shoved to the side like an afterthought.

“what would you do,” i ask suddenly, “if you weren’t doing this? like, if coding and tech and saving the future weren’t options?”

Megumi doesn’t answer right away. he stares at the ceiling, like maybe there’s an alternate version of himself up there.

“maybe... write?” he says after a while. “but badly. like, painfully bad poetry. or fiction that’s just veiled tech metaphors.”

“no such thing as bad poetry,” i say. “just feelings with too many commas.”

he laughs. actually laughs. it’s small and startled and kind of perfect.

“what about you?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “run away. become one of those travel influencers who fake enlightenment in Bali.”

he gives me a rare grin. “you’d get bored in a week.”

“I absolutely would,” I admit. “but the photo ops? killer.”

we're quiet for a beat too long. the kind that hovers on the edge of something else.

“so,” i say, nudging his knee lightly with mine, “do you ever, like... take a break from thinking that hard?”

he blinks. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, you’ve been talking about AI rights and legal frameworks for four hours. don’t you ever just, i don’t know, watch trashy tv or go on a stupid walk for your stupid mental health?”

he smirks. “i walk. sometimes. and i like those old web series from the early 2000s. the ones that look like they were filmed with a toaster.”

“okay, retro nerd. i see you.”

he grins, a little sheepish. “what about you? what’s your go-to escapism?”

“i write fake advice columns in my notes app. you know, like ‘dear emotionally constipated boy who sits two rows behind me, maybe try using your words for once.’”

he laughs, and it’s so genuine that it makes something warm bloom in my chest.

“do you send them?” he asks.

“god, no,” i say, pretending to be scandalized. “it’s for the aesthetic. the dramatic monologue life.”

“you really like being a main character, huh?”

“someone has to be,” i shoot back, then soften. “but it’s fun, you know? putting on a show. being loud just because i can.”

he tilts his head. “you don’t get tired?”

“sometimes. but I’d rather be tired from being too much than ignored for being quiet.”

he nods. “makes sense.”

“what about you?” i ask. “do you ever want to be seen more?”

he shrugs, a little too quickly. “maybe. i guess i just got used to the background.”

“well,” i say, smiling a little, “i think the background’s pretty interesting.”

his eyes meet mine for a second longer than normal. there’s something there—something unspoken, but not uncomfortable.

“thanks,” he says quietly.

and somehow, that feels more honest than anything else we’ve said all day.

finally, he checks the time and glances at his phone, the glow lighting up his face. before he can say anything, i blurt out, “so… do you have anyone you’re interested in?”

he blinks, caught a little off guard—but not in a bad way.

then he smiles, slowly, like he knows exactly what I’m really asking.

“I don’t know yet,” he says. “maybe.”

and the way he looks at me when he says it... it makes me hope.

maybe’s never sounded so much like a yes.

we’re both slow to move after that.

the moment feels full, stretched out between us like thread that might snap if we breathe too loud.

but eventually, i stand.

he follows, gathering his things with that same precise quiet he always carries, like he’s afraid to disturb the air.

i walk him to the door.

the hallway outside is dim and empty, and for a second it feels like we’re the only ones still awake in the whole building.

“thanks for coming over,” i say, fiddling with the hem of my sleeve. “this was… fun.”

he raises an eyebrow. “ethical debate and moral panic? peak fun.”

i grin. “don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“maybe i did,” he says. “you’re easier to talk to than i expected.”

my chest does that annoying flutter thing again.

“don’t get used to it,” i tease. “I’m only charming in limited doses.”

he steps into the hallway. turns halfway to look back at me.

“Good thing I’m good with limited data,” he says, and it’s so perfectly nerdy that i almost laugh.

but i don’t.

I just smile. soft and warm and probably way too obvious.

“Night, Megumi.”

“Night.”

and then he’s gone.

but the air still feels like he’s here.

and for the first time in a while, my room feels a little too quiet.

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yes, this is poorly written. My first blog I was trying to rush it BUT DONT judge I'm trying to get into writing I promise I WILL improve. I WILL make this longer. I just had no plan and kept making it up as I went along.