୨୧*ﾟ— “The perfect role model”
m. fushiguro x senior f! reader
How will you deal with the sudden surge of attention the person you admired gave to you—out of the blue?
Based of this drabble of mine.
A/N: I'm trying to be accurate to the Japanese living style and how things work in Japan — plenty things stated may be inaccurate. I'm really up for gender neutral reader but since most of Megumi's fans (who reads fanfics of him) are girls I'll make this an f!reader fanfic. There is use of she/her pronounce but reader is not feminized, I'm also going to be using a last name for reader to avoid overusing "yn" or pronouns. I'm not sure if I'll turn this to a full series or mini series (probably only 3-4 chapters??)
Fushiguro has no type in women. Matter of fact, he isn't interested in women at all — no, not because he's into men instead or anything. That's just a wrong way of phrasing it. More like, because he isn't really into romance. No, not at all.
Fushiguro Megumi is not interested in anyone, atleast in this current part of life; sure, it's already his teenage years, he's gonna enter highschool and crushes and growing admirations would be inevitable...but, to Fushiguro? That's not the case. For someone like him, who focuses on their studies rather than the romantic aspect of their young lives—dating is something he should be less worried about. It's not that he'll be avoiding all the “fun” in his upcoming, highschool experience, just, well, avoid the unnecessary troubles that doubles his burdens.
To be very clear; Fushiguro is not interested on developing any romantic relations with anyone, it isn't his top priority and it sounds impossible that he'll have any actual attraction that could be seen as tender affection for someone. He is still young, a novice in that category that he's still yet to experience. In this amateur state of his life, and basing on his age, there's a possibility that either him or his partner (or both of them) would end up actually being frivolous about their relationship.
Now, speaking of the original topic... Fushiguro did not have a specific type in women, or just in anyone. However, the boy did look for one quality in a person; an unwavering kindness, a pure and unfading compassion for others and oneself. A quality that his sister—the one who stands up almost like a parental figure to him, happened to have.
This trait is something that Fushiguro only wished for one to have. The kindness in one soul is enough to prove to him that the person is worth loving and trusting, someone he could lean to in need for help.
After Fushiguro's middle school graduation, his benefactor; the infamous Gojou Satoru, had asked him what highschool he wished to attend. Fushiguro simply answered that he'll follow along his sister's path, though, the older man insist he make a decision of his own—follow the very path he decided to take out of pure interest and determination instead of it just due to being out of convinience; simply a default choice.
“It's not necessary,” Fushiguro said bluntly, “I'll go attend at Tsumiki's school, it's better than that. More efficient too.”
Gojou only chuckled at his words, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. “Oh, silly.” “c'mon, just make your choice. It won't be that bad.”
“I told you, it's fine. It's better if I'm around Tsumiki, if any of us ran into trouble — we could just help each other.”
“Eh, c'mon now, you're not a little boy anymore, Megumi.” Gojou teased, grimacing under his breath. His long finger pressed against the soft skin of the younger boy's cheek, tilting his head with a smug look worn on his face “You shouldn't rely on your sister for everything. It's time to quit tailing behind her.”
“I wasn't—” before Fushiguro could even finish his sentence, Gojou's index and middle finger was pushed to his lips, forcing him to close his mouth.
“Shushhh now, boy.” he mumbled, “I'm just saying, Megumi, make a decision of your own. Pick something you do want.”
“How about Tokyo Metropolitan? You'd do an outstanding job there. Even if you're a delinquent — you have a smart brain, Megumi! You'll do a good job at their fighting club!”
“the school allows that...?”
Shibuya was busy as always, the streets were full of civilians, cars passing by the busy roads. The Shibuya crossing packed with people as always. Even in broad daylight, the billboards are shining bright — showing various advertisements and promotions of some product, newly released anime/manga and musics of some popular j-pop artist.
Fushiguro was walking side by side with his benefactor. Megumi was pulled out of his room, only dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and green cargo pants. The man beside him only wore a simple all black fit; an oversized button up shirt and a fit pants — Munching on a strawberry flavored crepes, an ice cream and two churros on his other hand he was yet to eat.
“Have you made your decision yet, Megumi?” Gojou asked him, standing out like a sore thumb across the crowd, with his white air and gigantic height.
Fushiguro paused, his grip of the plastic cup tightened slightly, almost making the lid slide off along the paper straw. “... Not yet. Ah, but, well, guess I'll just go to Tokyo.”
“Woah, would you look at that! Megumi-kun's actually considering my offer!”
“You've been offering it since forever.” he rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Well, whatever. It's still close to Shinjuku anyway.” he said, taking a long sip of his drink.
Gojou didn't replied instantly, just gave a smile and a low laugh. “oh, Megumi, you worry about your sister a lot, don't you?”
The boy turned away, praying that the pink hue spreading to the nape of his neck isn't so obvious.
Tokyo Metropolitan Star Highschool; a sister school of Kyoto Metropolitan Star Highschool — both owned and "Tengen-sama".
Both schools had a good reputation, however, Kyoto was more known for their 95% success rate with making their students graduate with an average of atleast 94-97 percent, some students even excel at full on 100% meanwhile, at Tokyo; more known for It's amazing teaching skills of philosophy and swordsmanship. Tokyo was mostly attended for it offered more on teaching students with different form of martial arts and use of tools for fighting. It's not that Tokyo is weak with education and Kyoto is weak at the aspect of fighting — the two are just less known for the other category that they both have, only because the other happened to surpass the other with the certain category.
Kyoto was strict with manners, Tokyo too, but most teachers are loose but make sure to give students who violates rules a good lecture and deserving punishments. Rarely any students decide to rebel once they stepped foot in Kyoto or Tokyo Metropolitan High, the ones who does are just punks craving for attention.
Tokyo does host a lot of contest, they rank students from different classes basing on their performance and behaviors, from the lowest rank to the highest. Those who receive high ranks in ranking, mostly the top 6th or 5th to the 1st get to be ranked by grade level and overall general.
Only a few student had actually maintained their position on the general ranking of all students in Tokyo Metropolitan high, surprisingly managing stress and getting to still be in Top 10. One of those students, always manages to land on the top 3, either top 3, 2 or 1st. She always land around the top 3 ever since she entered Tokyo Metropolitan.
Fushiguro's goal was to get into the Top 10 or Top 5, beat one of excellent and consist well performing students for the position. She's one of those students, whom, he have to surpass, or atleast try to. He didn't have a certain motive, however, he just have to prove to his sister that this time — he's solely focused on his studies, and he'd be staying out of trouble like he had promised her.
He wasn't competitive, but, again, he'll be putting his all for this time of his life. After all, being one of the top students in the school leaves a history and grants you a recognition.
“Well, I'm certainly glad. ” He grinned ear to ear, patting the porcupine head, “Hehe, maybe I'll get my 3rd year student to show you around!”
“I thought you only teach first years there...” that's the reason why Megumi was still hesitant, if the other students were to know he had relations with Gojou, they'll probably suspect him of only being able to ace up just because of his connections. He could only hope Gojou will shut up about it, or be placed in a different class that Gojo isn't teaching.
“Exactly, I teach first years! I'm talking about my previous student, a really smart one! Maybe you could go ask her to tutor you. She'll graduate soon, sheesh - time flies fast, don't they?”
“I don't care about your previous student.” he said bluntly, eyes landing on the bookstore they passed by, scanning the books they have in display, seeing if he could go back sometime to buy one.
Gojou pouted, brows arching, “Oww, how harsh of you! So mean already, Megumi! You haven't even met her yet, y'know she's one of the top students, yeah?”
“I said I don't ca...” Megumi paused, stopping right on his tracks. His eyes immediately met the blue orbs of the man beside him. “Wait- she's a top student?” he quirks a brow, waiting for Gojous confirmation.
“Wow, it's rare to see you interested. Getting competitive all of the sudden?” the man giggled, “Well, damn right she is! I'm such an amazing teacher! She isn't only brain-smart, she actually have common sense and good sense of respect. Would ya' believe it, she's the previous secretary of the council on her first year, the vice president in her second — now she's running for president, vote for her, okay??”
Exactly at 7:20, Fushiguro arrived at the school whilst riding his bicycle and wearing his middle school uniform. Students were already entering the building, swarming inside in groups. The school isn't that packed, yet. He figured, only a quarter had arrived — meaning over a 900 students had arrived, compared to the at least 7000 or more students that enrolled on the school. As he had last seen, and according to Google, the school have the enormous two buildings, a soccer and baseball field (seperated), a garden, and basketball court inside the large gym.
A portable sidewalk sign was placed near the gate, with a chalk drawn drawing of bandaritas, with " 皆さん頑張ってください！" ( Good to luck to everyone, please do your best! ) written on it in bold lettering, from vice president, it read in the lower right corner with smiley face drawn beside it.
Fushiguro stared only for a few moments before staring to walk ahead, only one strap of his bag hangging my his shoulder while the other slipped off, swaying with each step he took.
Once he stepped inside. He only checked his phone once for the time and for the room he's assigned to, instantly searching around the building.
He wandered around, checking each rooms for the classrooms he's assigned to. "1-B" he repeated thrice under his breathe, searching each rooms. Brows furrowing. After not finding his luck in the ground floor, he entered first floor, then the second, then the third, fourth and fifth until he was already out of breath for searching for atleast half an hour.
He pants, one hand gripping the handrail tightly. A beads of sweat sticking to his damp forehead and throat. His knees buckled, his hand moved to the wall, mouth agape, trying to catch his breath. He then heard footsteps behind him, instantly making him freeze and turn around.
He then saw a female student, wearing the uniform of the school, making him raise a brow—he's pretty sure school doesn't start until April?
The student tilted her head at him, her hands filled with papers, which he could only assumed were the exam papers, Fushiguro turned his body, making a way for her. But she didn't immediately moved, just stared at him.
Fushiguro blinked, staring back at her.
He swallowed hard, wipping the sweats of his face using his sleeves, a tint of pinkish hue creeping it's way to his nape up to his cheeks.
“Oh, are you one of the examinees?” she asked softly, awaiting for his answer. Her eyes on him, only. A small, gentle and welcoming smile worn on her face.
Fushiguro turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, which is probably his biggest mistake for it caused his pink tinted nape to be exposed. “Oh- y...yes..”
“Oh, is that so?” she hummed, walking over the stairs, stopping as soon as she stepped foot on the landing. Only when did she looked at him from her shoulders without fully turning her body to face him — she was a student council, from the arm band she wore around her arm with large lettering spelling out 生徒会 (Student Council), that would've explain why she's here in the first place...
“So you're an examinee, correct?”
Fushiguro only nodded, eyes half lidded, his gaze narrowing from her eyes to the stair boards,to the painted walls.
She hummed nodding in response, “are you a...second year, or a first year...?”
“... First year.” he answered with hint of hesitant laced on his tone, only because she asked with skepticism.
“Oh.” she blinked, “what room are you assigned in?”
Her brows furrowed, “first year... In room 1-B?”
“yes” Fushiguro confirmed.
“Oh.” she huffed, brows arching, the corner of her lips twitching. “You're in the wrong the building, sweetie.” she said softly, a chuckle escaping her lips.
“Ohh..” Fushiguro fell silent, crimson spreading about his cheeks, nose and the tip of his ears.
“Ah- don't worry!” she reassured him, “I'll show you to your room, I'll just pass these papers to the office of Yaga-san first.” she said, the smile on her face growing into a reassuring grin.
“ahh- r... Rig—right...” he nodded. Eyes falling to his polished shoes. He didn't bother lifting his head up to watch her walk off, feeling her presence was gone and no longer near...his hand slapped to his mouth, his entire face being coated in the shade of red.
That's embarassing, as hell.
He'll be remembering that his entire life, she'll be too, he'll be the laughing stock.
Oh god, what a way to embarass yourself...
He cursed under his breath, unconsciously stomping his feet at the steps, he winced, embrassment sweeping through his veins, swallowing him whole. He just wished to melt into his shadows and disappear forever. He can't believe it, he absolutely can't believe it.
He just spend half an hour, when he could've been out there in the classroom already...he wasted 30 minutes. THIRTY MINUTES. Looking for the class he's assigned to in the wrong building. He climbed up to the highest floor....
He wish he could pull on his hair, but all he afford to do is slap himself.
When the student goes back, she just gave him a warm smile. “Were you lost?” she asked, even though the answer is quite obvious. Just by the look of Megumi's troubled expression and the sweats on his forehead.
He only hummed, letting out a sigh as the both of them descend down the stairs.
“Sorry, you're probably not informed, huh? The 1st years would take the exam in the building near the cafeteria.”
He shook his head, “uh. No... Not quite. I wasn't informed about that.” he replied, after all, he really wasn't, despite his literal legal guardian working in here as a teacher, he wasn't informed of that, at all.
“I'm fine, I'm fine,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.
“Yes,” Fushiguro replied, instantly, a little too quickly, part of it was because he was embarrassed and the other was because his flustered because he was embrassed.
“Well, use my handkerchief then.” the student offered, brows meeting, the glistening in her eyes showed her worry and pity for him.
She pulled out the handkerchief from the pocket of her blazer, handing it to him. The fabric was cotton, a red color with embroidery of birds in the upper left side. Fushiguro was hesitant at first, ofcourse, he'd be. It was someone else's handkerchief he was using, not his.
“Hey, it's fine. You could keep it, too, you need it. I always bring an extra one.”
“No, it's fine. You should definitely use it, though.” she mumbled, eyeing him up an down, “You're damped in sweat. It's better than using your own sleeve.”
“right. Sorry about that...uh- thank you anyway.” he muttered, voice lowering. His gaze narrowed to meet hers, for some reason, the close proximity only cause for him to sweat even more. Their arms were touching, that's how close they are. Hhe didn't even bother to move off.
He could smell a swift of her cologne, the scent of citrus and lavender mixing together, battling the scent of petrichor he carries.
“Is this your first time around here?”
“Uh, not really...'s just quite big, I didn't really noticed it.” he muttered, scratching the back of his ear.
She chuckled lowly, “It's fine, you weren't informed after all...well, does that mean you have arrived here before?”
The boy fell silent, lifting his chin up to look at the sky, his hand he gently wrapped around the piece of fabric he's carrying. He contemplated his choice, would he just be honest and straightforward, or, just be a even extra awkward by not answering like what's he's during right now, by sweating even more, looking around but expect at her — “Yeah, I've be—been actually.” he blurted out, “I mean, technically... uhh, enrollment? And, Google, did... research.”
“Oh,” she chuckled, “Right, that certainly made sense.” The two of them had already exited the first building, he let himself trail behind her, creating a small distance, letting her lead the way as she should. She turned round, heading to the direction of the cafeteria.
“Well, tell me, may I know your name?” she asked, titling her head, hands colliding. “Since you're a first year, that makes me your senpai, just call me Mikamo.”
“wouldn't it be more respectful if—”
“No it's fine, besides, I really want to make my juniors feel comfortable around me.”
“Right, uh... It's Fushiguro...”
“Fushiguro? Like the flower, that's awesome, isn't it?”
Fushiguro just nodded, slowly narrowing his eyes away from her. He huffed, clenching his fist. Something weird just happened; he feels a sudden lump forming in his throat, a sudden tightness of his chest. His heart seemingly beating faster, pumping more blood into his veins in a speed way faster than average.
The boy paused right on his tracks, breath hitching. He swallowed hard, hands clutching his chest, gaze falling on the ground he's stepping on.
“Is something wrong?” his senior asked.
This is bad. What's up with him?
“Fushiguro-kun?” Instantly, she ran to him, but the boy backs away. He bit his lower lip, closing his eyes shut. Brows knitting, nose scrunched.
“ah- I think... Uhh.” he paused, clearing his throat. “having a...ahh-”
“...panic attack?” she whispered, looking at him with a worried expression. “Oh- oh god! That's bad! We shou—”
“N-no- no...no...” he shook his head. “I'm fine....” he said. Eyes still focused over the ground beneath him. A sweat dropping from his forehead to his chin. “I think— I'm actually...j-just about to have a heart attack....?”
“It seems to me nothing's wrong.” Ieiri said, twirling with a stand of her hair. Back pressed against the brown swivel chair.
“Are you sure? Ahh, oh, god...Are you sure?” The student council blabbered on, her brows arched, causing a wrinkle or two on her forehead to form.
“Mikamo-chan, calm down. I've done several check up already. And the last time I checked; I'm the expert here, and not you, dear.” she sighed, drumming her fingers onto her desk, scattered about with unorganized documents. “I assure you, nothing's wrong with him.”
Ieri's gaze narrowed, falling over to Fushiguro. Seated on the edge of the uncomfortable infirmary bed. A pink hue creeping it's way to his cheeks, spreading more color to his skin. Embrassment washing over him. She clicked her tongue, turning her chair to make her face his direction. Swinging a leg over the other, “besides, you're fine. Right, Fushiguro-kun?”
Fushiguro could only nod reluctantly. It seems that his senior was too consumed with asking the repetitive question inquiring about his health, too consumed to even realize or acknowledge the fact that Ieiri called to him — refering to him by his last name, which, his senior never told the doctor ever.
“It's just the heat. Well, he should go drink some water — he might faint and things will actually get serious. Though, I could assure you... he's all good.” The older woman said, standing up from her chair, walking pass the two teenagers, heading for the door. “I'm telling you; he's completely fine. Well, you only have 12 minutes.” she said, glancing over the clock on the wall. Reading: 8:18.
Fushiguro cleared his throat, straightening his back. “Ah...Ieiri-san's.... right...” he huffed, “I'm very sorry for troubling you. Senpai.” The boy said, standing up to bow down, showing the sincerity of his apology and respect.
“Ah- could you really stand up?” She asked, the look of concern on clear display. Not for pretend but out of pure worry, worrying for the younger student before her.
Slowly, Fushiguro lifted his head up. Eyes widening, just slightly. Overwhelmed with concern being washed over him by his senior. Something he don't usually received unless it's from his sister.
She instinctively raise her hands, almost as if trying to reach for his shoulders and force him to sit back down — “You should rest y'know...well- if you can't take the exam today... You could do it tomorrow, y'know!”
“It's fine. I'm really sorry for troubling you. I'm fine now, I'm really sorry.” he mumbled, brows pinching together. Nose scrunching in the slightest bit, “I understand you're worried. But, uhh...see I'm fine— I really appreciate your help...and concern...Thank you so much, senpai.” he said, bowing down once more.
“no,no, no it's fine. Ahh- c'mon, are you heading to the examination room now?” she asked gently, clearing her throat.
“Yes, yes, exactly.” she huffed, closing her eyes for a moment. Turning towards the brunette standing by the door, the student gave a bow and a small smile. “Thank you for your help, Ieiri-san...! We'll leave now.”
The woman only hummed, pushing the door open, stepping to the side whilst still holding the door open for the two of them. “Go now. Stay safe and goodluck.”
Fushiguro walked out the room after his senpai did. Eyes casted down, lips tightly shut. Walking in the same speed to match the lady he's tailing after.
The atmosphere grew quiet, a hint of tension lingers; filling the empty spaces between them; small distance that separates the two.
The halls had already emptied out, with each end, door and stairs having atleast one, two or maybe 3 more students running to in order to head to the room they were assigned to.
“You're assigned to 1-B, right?”
“Hm, that's good. I heard most students there have good grades! You must be a well performing student, aren't you, Fushiguro-kun?” she asked in a vivacious manner. Reminding Megumi of the love interest of the main character from an anime Gojou would force him to watch with him — as usual, the woman paired with the guy is all cheerful, caring and meek. While as the guy is the same nonchalant, aloof and strong boy.
Fushiguro shook his head, coughing onto his fist. “Em. I suppose. I have...good grades.” he mumbled, bringing a hand behind his hair, scratching his scalp. “But- I wouldn't call myself... ‘a well performing student’. I'm... pretty average.”
“Is that so?” a giggle escape her lips. “Good grades are still equivalent to a good performance, Fushiguro.” she said with a smile. “Ah, anyways —”
The boy couldn't help but frown, even though he's unsure why (he is, infact, very sure of it why). “Oh,” was the only response he could give.
The two of them stopped by the door. She huffed, giving him a pat in the back. “Good luck, Fushiguro-kun! You could do it!” she grinned.
The boy didn't said a thing. His eyes narrowed to her hand, still planted to his back. Noticing his gaze , she immediately slipped her hand off his body. “Ah- sorry.”
“It's fine.” he mumbled, “Ah, thank you again. Mikamo-senpai...”
“You're welcome! Please do your best, okay? You could totally ace this test! I believe in ya'!”
Fushiguro bit back a chuckle, nibbing on his lower lip, causing his lips to quiver. Forcing the corner of his mouth to stay in a straight line, and dare not lift up. “Thank you...”
He watched as she walked off the hall, waving him a goodbye. He huffed, sliding the door open, stepping inside. Head lowered.
The advisor's ears perked up, eyes flashing with recognition at the sight of Fushiguro's spiky hair. “oh, look, we're complete now. That's good.” he said under his breathe. “Please take a seat, the examination will begin shortly after.”
Fushiguro only nodded, sitting at the seat at last row, the only seat left that's not yet occupied. He huffed, pulling out his pencil and eraser out of his bag.
“In 3 minutes, we will begin. You have an hour to answer all the questions given. Once finished, please immediately turn your paper in.”
The boy beside Fushiguro raised his hand, bright pink hair sticking out in the crowd; due to It's notably unique color. “Mr. Nanamin, What's the passing score?”
The students around murmured. No one could blame them. He just called their serious and very strict (looking) advisor; Mr. Nanami by a made up nickname.
“...I couldn't tell yet, I'm sorry.” the man replied gruffly . “What's your name?”
“Please, Itadori-kun, Call me Nanami-sensei, or Nanami-san, either of the two will do.”
The boy fell silent, then a small smile formed to his face, quickly turning into a cheeky grin. “Alrighty Nanamin Kento-san.”
All students turn to him.
The room quiet down. No one dared to speak or make a sound. Then, the door was opened, “Nanami-san, here are the papers.” the student said, presumably one of the students. Pale skin and white hair that framed their cheeks, straight bangs and a short hair similar to what a female student normally has. Expect the student wears boys uniform.
Nanami immediately turned to the student, taking the papers from their hold. “Thank you, Uraume.”
The exam started after. The first exam they'll take is English. Fushiguro stared at the paper, a huff leaving his lips. Gladly thanking the Gods above and around — the exam was easier than expected, or atleast for him.
Fushiguro was the first one to finish.
Under 20 minutes of the 1 hour they gave to finish, he already answered all the questions. A few students seemed to be in shock after seeing him do so.
The boy beside him, Itadori was struggling. Fushiguro could only stare, then draw his attention outside, to the window. Watching as the birds flew by. The girl infront him was cursing, her hand constantly running over her hair. Messing up her hair.
The next exam was Japanese. Fushiguro was quick to finish. Expect that he wasn't the first to turn his paper but the boy beside him. Fushiguro was reluctant. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a huff.
Sure, he would. He certainly would.
After checking his paper one last time, he stood up and turned his paper in.
Science came next, Fushiguro finished first. The other students noticed this, their competitiveness flaming up, writting answers even faster.
After Science, it was Social Studies. Fushiguro didn't have a hard time either, but it did made him think for quiet some time like Japanese and Science did.
English was the easiest one. He thought, silently hoping that math won't be too hard (despite that he doesn't struggle much with the said subject).
Once again, Fushiguro was the first to turn his paper in.
By the time it was already math. Fushiguro could only sigh, it wasn't all too easy but he could assure himself he could answer it.
Before passing his paper, he made sure to double check all his answers. The boy beside him was already shaking, forehead pressed to the wooden desk, the tip of his nose touching the answer sheet. Hand gripping his pencil tightly, his other hand holding the top of his head, grabbing a fistfull of his own hair. Obviously struggling, trying and failing to comprehend the questions (probably).
When he stands up, some students raised their heads in shock. Watching his turn his paper in. Nanami took his paper with a hum. Looking up at him with a look of approval.
“Hm, excellent. You may sit down now.” the boy nodded, heading back to his chair. His fist pressed to his cheek as he stared out the window.
He did a good job. He thinks. He wasn't really worried, not that he's feeling all prideful. But he knows he'll pass. Probably getting the passing score or the average. He huffed, closing his eyes.
By the time the exam was finished, students started talking to each other, walking out with a friend or alone. Fushiguro was packing his bag when the girl Infront of him abruptly stand up. Her chair shaking and almost falling back. She groaned, turning to him.
“Hey, you! Porcupine head!”
Fushiguro didn't turn immediately, partly only because he was unsure if she was refering to him or not and also because he doesn't want to accept she was calling him that.
“Are you talking to me? ”
“Who else, duh?!” she scoffed, hands in her hips, “How'd you do that, huh? You answer so fast, are ya' cheating?”
“I asked if you're cheating or not.”
Fushiguro shut his lips. Letting out a sigh. “I didn't. The answers were quite easy... it's just out of luck that I have knowledge of the questions.”
“Huh? What— you implying I'm dum—”
“Really? How'd you learn it?” the boy beside him asked. Leaning back, pressing all his body weight down onto the chair he sits on.
The two of them turned their heads to the pinkette who flashed them a smile in return.
“No, but...ehh, how?” the boy asked with a pout, brows arching, almost knitting together.
Fushiguro sighed, glancing back the ginger behind him. “Well, I listen to class and read textbooks for further informations.”
“Eh, what a bore! I don't like reading that much...” the girl mumbled, looking away.
“I like reading,” the pinkette said, “only mangas thou—”
Fushiguro grabbed his bag, leaving the two bantering, walking off the class to the hall. He sighed, shaking his head. The two probably notice he left, guessing by the loud slam as the door was slid open. Without even turning around, he could feel the ginger and the pinkette's eyes planted on him.
“Oh! It's Fushiguro-kun!”
Upon hearing that familar voice once more, he stopped right on his tracks. Turning around almost instantly, and as soon as he did so, he felt as if he froze in place; he stood straight and still, arms on his side, foot stayed rooted onto the floor. He didn't move an inch, just stared at the girl before him.
“Oh- did I shocked you?” a chuckle escaped her lips, eyes closed, soft sound of laughter playing like a smooth jazz music to his ears.
“No- not...not at all.” he said, shoulders slumping.
“So! How was the test?” she asked, clasping her hands together. Turning 'round to continue their journey out about the building, Fushiguro followed without another word.
He huffed, looking down at the ground. “Not bad. English was definitely the easiest one.”
“Oh, really? Hehehe, so you're good with language then!”
“...not much in Japanese. Uhh, I'm not an expert at reading kanji...” he replied, one hand snaking up to caress the skin of the nape of his neck.
She chuckled, nodding in response. “Oh, yeah, kanji's hard.”
He hummed, clearing his throat as they approach the gate. “Uhh-”
“We're both leaving now, we school council members are free to go since the exams are over.” at that, he hummed, staring at her with slightly parted lips. “Uh- so, hmm...where do you live?”
“I don't think I could tell you that...” the boy replied, changing his grip on his school bag.
“Oh, yeah- right...ehh, but y'know, uhh, I'm just curious, maybe we live in the same neighborhood— or...district!...”
She paused, eyes slightly widening. Her reaction made the Raven haired instantly halt his steps. A smile made it's way to her face, quite reaching her eyes, “What a coincidence; I'm from Harajuku too!”
“Hehehe, then maybe we could walk home together.”
Fushiguro was about to agree (despite the fact he doesn't know why) but he shut his lips immediately, remembering his bike that he rode to get here. “Uh- I actually...ride my bi—”
“Ohhh” she cuts him off, nodding at him, “Oh- haha! Ahh...sorry-” she swallowed hard, stepping back, “Right, then be safe!”
Fushiguro frowned at her reaction, the look of disappointment on her face, made a feeling of bitterness rise up to his chest. “Uh- We could still walk together...or ride my bike together...if you wa—” Fushiguro slapped a hand to his mouth, a red hue painting colors to his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He watched as her eyes widen in surprise, she too, was, blushing, because of the impulsive offer he made.
“Ahh- it's fine! I'll- ahh- there!” she said, pointing to her fellow school council member, “Uraume-chan's there, uhh, we're neighbors, umm, I'll walk with them!” she padded off the next second she finished talking, waving him a hurried goodbye.
The boy watched her as she grabbed her companion by the shoulder, earning her a glare and light push.
He left the school in dismay. As if he joined a big competition he trained for so hard only to leave without a single award. That's how disappointed he felt. And he couldn't even describe why or how. Why would he feel that why. Or how did he feel that way.
He can't even describe the tightness in his chest. Like his heart was being squeezed from the inside. He sighed, shaking his head, dragging his bike with him, walking in a slow pace.
From not so as far he hears the soft whirring of an approaching bicycle's tire, the soft sound of it's wheels. He glanced from his shoulder, only to catch the pink haired boy from earlier.
“Hello! You're the smart guy, aren't ya'?”
Fushiguro's brows furrowed, “don't call me that.”
“So it was you!” he grinned, paddling slowly, matching his pace. “I saw you talking to Mikamo-senpai earlier, you guys know each other?”
Fushiguro paused, brows knitting together. Unintentionally scorning at the boy before him. “You know her?”
“That's what I was asking you! Well, yeah I do.” he shrugged, grip tightening at the handlebars. “She knows my older brothers. And a friend of my brother, so I know her.”
“ah... well- Not really. I only knew her because she talked to me.”
“Oh, really? That's right, Mikamo-senpai is really nice!”
“Yeah... pretty...nice...” he said, mumbling to himself. pretty and nice.
He huffed, turning back to face the pink haired boy, “Ah, your name is... Itadori, am I correct?”
“You remember! Hehe, yeah, I'm Itadori Yuuji, at your service sir.” with a cheeky grin, he attempted to bow, causing him to fall off his bike and collide with Fushiguro
He ended up telling the boy his age, they two soon learned they live in the same neighborhood. Fushiguro did learn too, that Itadori used to live in Sendai (the boy was oversharing information about himself). And surprisingly, his brother had been a good friend of Mikamo ever since grade school.
That means Itadori too, was close with her.
Maybe being close with Itadori means being closer to her too. Well, he'd have to try and figure that out.
The results of the exam soon came out. Fushiguro was dressed in a simple white shirt and blue jorts. He looked at bulletin board posted up by the wall. Many students gather with him, looking for their name. Fushiguro was baffled, out of all first years who took the test — He scored the highest.
He didn't even have to search for his name, it was already listed off as teh first.
Was it from hardwork or because of her? Atleast she was right. It was a success , he passed the entrance exam.
He huffed out a laugh, the corner of his eyes lifting up. Then, his eyes narrowed to the other bulletin, on the opposite side of the room. He approached the board, he learnt from Gojo — this is were they post up the general ranking of all students of Tokyo Metropolitan high. Fushiguro looked from the lowest, when he reached the top 10. He was carefully analyzing their average and name.
Because these are the ones he'd be competing with.
Even though only a handful are in the same year as him and a not already a third year. Then, he reached the top 5;
5. Kahana Iwasaki - 92. 34%
4. Mei Miyasaki - 93. 44%
3. Akane Hayasaku - 94.40%
He had noticed how they're always 1 point apart. Fushiguro wanted to surprise himself, that's why he didn't immediately started from the highest — he wonder who the top student could be. But just basing off the top 5 to 3, he's pretty confident he could beat them off the position.
Fushiguro's eyes widened in shock. Taken back by that revelation. Now he's reluctant if he should be even competing with anyone or not.
• Mikamo (美甘) surname in Japanese means Beautiful and sweet in kanji. I think? I forgot the other surname I found that means good humored or compassionate so this is the one I stick too. Since Megumi said he likes people who's compassionate and kind.
• If you watched season 1 or read the manga, you know his type is someone who he views as a good person (like Tsumiki or Itadori), hence why the surname and personality of our yn is based off.
• Yes, WE (y/n) is a childhood friend of Sukuna, Uraume & Choso. I'm sticking to brothers au of Yuuji and Sukuna
• adding "-chan" when addressing someone is used when speaking to a woman or someone whom the speaker found adorable, in some cases, it's also used to address a man
• The reason why Megumi struggled with Kanji — is based off an extra from jjk manga where them first year are tasked to write a phrase basing on how it reads in kanji and only Itadori got it correct while both Megumi and Nobara found it hard.
• Also, not all Japanese people even understand Kanji, it's not their everyday way of writing.
• In Japan, ridding a bicycle with someone is seen as romantic so when Megumi offered to ride the bicycle it would sounded almost like a confession.
• Middle school uniform or other formal wear worn in Japan when taking an entrance exam for highschool, mostly students just wear their middle school uniform.
a/n : it's finally finished! This has been sitting on my drafts since December 31st. I plan to finish this before the end of January. But here we are... This is short and cringe... Comments and feedbacks are very appreciated. This ain't proofread. None of it!! This is my first time like actually writing a 1k+ (Is this even 1k+ words?) words and posting it, lol. This is not so Japanese accurate but I'm trying to be(･ัω･ั) EDIT: I edited the ending a bit, I just realized the actual ending wasn't saved and I posted it without any edit.
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