Valetine's Kiss | Megumi Fushiguro x Reader
The common room eventually cleared out as Gojo dragged Itadori and Nobara off for some "special Valentine’s training" (which everyone knew was just an excuse to go get limited-edition sweets). Finally, the chaos settled into a comfortable, quiet hum.
Megumi was still standing by the window, the red camellia you’d received from Nue tucked safely in your hand. He looked like he was trying to blend into the curtains, his gaze fixed intensely on the training grounds outside.
"You know," you said, stepping into his space, "for someone who has been my boyfriend for six months, you’re still remarkably bad at handling a thank you."
Megumi finally turned to look at you. The sunset was hitting the side of his face, softening the sharp lines of his jaw. "I'm not bad at it. I just... I didn't think the flower was a big deal."
"It’s a huge deal. It’s the first time you’ve used your shadows for something purely romantic. Usually, they're just for biting Grade 1 curses."
He let out a small, huffed breath that was almost a laugh. "I figured if I gave it to you myself, I’d mess up the timing. Nue has better aim."
"Well," you whispered, reaching up to rest your hands on his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath the dark fabric of his uniform. "His aim was perfect. But I think I’d prefer the 'thank you' from the source this time."
Megumi’s expression shifted, the lingering awkwardness melting into something much deeper. He didn't pull away. Instead, his hands came up to settle tentatively on your waist, pulling you just a few inches closer until the scent of sea-salt chocolate and rainwater enveloped you both.
"I’m still not good at this," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, raspy register that always made your breath hitch. "The grand gestures. The Valentine’s stuff. It all feels... loud."
"Then don't be loud," you replied, tilting your head up. "Be quiet. I like you better that way."
He leaned down, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before his lips met yours.
It wasn't a cinematic, frantic kiss. It was classic Megumi—grounded, steady, and full of a quiet intensity that said more than a thousand words ever could. It tasted like the cold winter air and the lingering sweetness of the dark chocolate he’d tried earlier. He kissed you like you were the only fixed point in his turbulent world, his grip on your waist tightening just slightly as he pulled you flush against him.
When he finally pulled back, he didn't move away. He kept his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closed as he took a shaky breath.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Megs"
From the hallway, you heard the faint sound of Gojo’s voice echoing as they returned, likely about to burst in and ruin the moment. Megumi stiffened, his usual stoic mask sliding back into place, but he didn't let go of your hand.
"Let's go," he said, already pulling you toward the back exit. "If Gojo sees us, I’ll never hear the end of it."
"Running away from your sensei?" you teased, following him into the cool evening air.
"Evacuating," he corrected, a tiny, genuine smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth. "There’s a difference."
