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Hi my doves I'm so sorry I forgot to check and make sure part two was actually gonna upload. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) thoughts have been all over the place recently so my apologies 😓

White day! megumixreader

~ Something Sweet ~

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Megumi wasn’t big on celebrations, but he had made an exception last month. Valentine’s Day had been his first real attempt at doing something romantic for you, and while he hadn’t outright said it, he was glad you’d liked the chocolates he made.

Now, a month later, you were the one standing outside his dorm room, holding a carefully prepared gift bag.

Taking a steadying breath, you knocked.

Megumi opened the door almost immediately, his usual neutral expression softening when he saw you. "Hey."

"Hey," you greeted back, stepping inside.

His dorm was as neat as always, though you could tell he had been studying—his desk was covered with open books and notes. He ran a hand through his hair, shutting a notebook before turning his attention back to you.

"You didn’t have to come all the way here," he said, but there was no protest in his voice, only curiosity.

You smiled and held out the bag. "It’s White Day. I had to return the favor."

Megumi stared at the bag for a moment before taking it from your hands. He sat on the edge of his bed and carefully unwrapped it, revealing an assortment of white chocolates, homemade cookies, and a few other sweets you knew he liked.

"You made these?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You nodded. "You made chocolates for me last month. It’s only fair I do something for you too."

Megumi picked up one of the cookies, inspecting it briefly before taking a bite. He chewed thoughtfully, then glanced at you. "...They're good."

"You sound surprised," you teased, sitting beside him.

"I’m not," he replied, setting the cookie down before reaching for your hand. "Just… you didn’t have to go through the trouble."

You squeezed his hand lightly. "It wasn’t any trouble. I wanted to."

For a moment, Megumi just looked at you, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. Then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

"Thanks," he murmured.

You felt warmth spread through your chest as you leaned into him. "I love you, Megumi."

He didn’t reply right away, but his hand tightened around yours.

"...I love you too."

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I hope you all enjoyed and hopefully I'll be discharged sometime soon. ;p stay safe my dears!

~V

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creds to GyuBloody on Pinterest for img

here's a quick megumi valentines oneshot!

Title: Unspoken Confessions

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn, Valentine’s Day Special

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You never thought much about Valentine’s Day. It was just another day—one where couples exchanged chocolates and flowers while single people either ignored it or complained. You belonged to the neutral group, content with watching the festivities from a distance.

This year was no different—except for the small detail that your best friend, Megumi Fushiguro, had been acting weird all day.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked as you both walked home together after class. It had become routine for you to accompany each other, neither of you feeling the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words.

"I'm fine," Megumi replied quickly, but his grip on his bag tightened.

You raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You've been fidgeting since this morning."

Megumi let out a small sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's nothing."

You didn’t believe him, but you also knew that pressing him wouldn’t get you anywhere. So, you shrugged and continued walking, enjoying the crisp February air. The streets were filled with couples, some holding hands, others exchanging small gifts. You glanced at the heart-shaped decorations lining the shop windows, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You didn’t get any chocolates this year?" you teased, glancing at him.

Megumi scoffed. "No. And I don’t need any."

You chuckled. "Come on, you must have at least one secret admirer."

He exhaled sharply, his gaze shifting toward the ground. "Not interested."

You laughed at his usual indifference, but before you could change the topic, Megumi stopped walking. You turned to face him, confused.

“…What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling something out of his pocket—a small, neatly wrapped box with a simple ribbon tied around it. He held it out toward you without meeting your eyes.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. "Huh?"

"It's for you," he muttered, looking away. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

You took the box carefully, heart pounding slightly. "You got me a gift?"

"Obviously."

You hesitated before untying the ribbon and opening the box. Inside was a set of chocolates, all in different shapes—some hearts, some stars, and even a few that looked like tiny dogs. They weren’t store-bought; they had a slightly uneven, handmade charm to them.

Your eyes widened. "You… made these?"

Megumi rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Took longer than I thought, though."

A warmth spread through your chest as you stared at the chocolates. The usually reserved and pragmatic Megumi Fushiguro had spent time making these for you.

"You didn't have to," you said softly, but a smile tugged at your lips.

"I wanted to," he admitted, finally meeting your gaze. His expression was unreadable, but his ears were tinged pink. "So… just take them."

You held the box close, feeling a little flustered yourself. "Thank you, Megumi. Really."

He nodded, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "It's not a big deal."

But it was.

Because while Valentine’s Day had always felt like just another day, this year, it meant something more.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as neutral about it as you thought.

a/n: in case you didn't know, in Japan you give handmade chocolates called 'Giri choco' to your crush or loved one! Store bought chocolates are for work colleagues or platonic valentine's!

happy valentine's to anyone who celebrates ^•^

~V

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Part three of that megumi fic I forgot about 🤍

Anyways, please leave comments and any thoughts!!

Chapter 3: A Line Drawn in Shadows

The night air was crisp, biting against Megumi’s skin as he walked toward the meeting point Gojo had texted him. The city hummed around him—distant car horns, the faint chatter of pedestrians, the neon glow of shop signs flickering against the pavement. It was a normal night for most people.

Not for him.

Megumi pulled his hood up, jaw tight. He should’ve said no to dinner. Should’ve known better than to let himself pretend, even for a moment, that he could have something normal. Now, Y/n was left sitting in that ramen shop, probably picking apart every vague excuse he’d ever given them.

It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter.

The alleyway he stepped into was dim, the shadows stretching long in the glow of a nearby streetlamp. Gojo stood waiting, as effortlessly smug as always, hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat.

“You’re late,” Gojo said lightly. “Hot date?”

Megumi scowled. “What do you want?”

Gojo tilted his head, the usual amusement in his tone. “You look annoyed. What, did she finally call you out on all your cryptic disappearing acts?”

Megumi stiffened.

Gojo grinned. “Ah. Bingo.”

Megumi exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Why am I here?”

Gojo studied him for a moment before finally sighing, the teasing edge softening just slightly. “I just needed to check in. You’ve been distracted lately.”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure you are,” Gojo said, unconvinced. “You’ve got a non-sorcerer wrapped around your finger, and you’re trying to balance both worlds like that’s ever worked out for anyone.”

Megumi’s fists clenched. “I’m not—”

Gojo held up a hand. “Look, kid, I get it. You want to keep them safe, but keeping them in the dark? That’s dangerous too.”

Megumi’s stomach twisted. He didn’t need to hear this. Not from Gojo. Not from anyone.

“I’m handling it,” he said, voice clipped.

Gojo hummed, clearly unconvinced, but for once, he didn’t push. “Just don’t be stupid,” he finally said. “Secrets have a way of coming out, whether you want them to or not.”

Megumi didn’t answer.

He turned on his heel and walked away, the weight of Gojo’s words pressing down on him.

Because deep down, he knew Gojo was right.

And that terrified him more than anything.

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Just a quick little chapter two, I try to keep these sweet and short for ya, please leave feedback! id love to take it and use it in my stories ^•^

~V

Chapter 2: Cracks in the Façade

The ramen shop was small but cozy, with warm lighting that cast a soft glow over the wooden tables. The scent of broth and fresh noodles filled the air, wrapping around Megumi like a comfort he didn’t deserve.

Y/n sat across from him, idly tapping their chopsticks against the table. “You always get the same thing,” they mused, glancing at his menu. “Do you even like variety?”

Megumi barely looked up. “I like what I like.”

“Predictable,” they teased, grinning. “Bet you don’t even try the broth before adding soy sauce.”

He huffed, shaking his head. “You act like that’s some kind of crime.”

“It is,” Y/n insisted, leaning forward. “You can’t just assume the flavor’s off before even tasting it.”

Megumi could only shake his head at their theatrics, but their easy laughter chipped away at the tension that had been building in his chest all day. He liked this—this normalcy, this quiet moment away from everything else. But even as he sat there, pretending he belonged in this world, the weight of his secret pressed down on him.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

His stomach turned.

He didn’t need to look at it to know what it meant. The time alone had already been borrowed.

He ignored it.

Instead, he focused on Y/n, watching as they took a sip of water, blissfully unaware of the world he was keeping them from. They were so at ease, so untouched by the things that lurked in the dark. And Megumi wanted—needed—to keep it that way.

“You’re zoning out again,” Y/n said, tilting their head.

Megumi blinked, snapping back to the moment. “Sorry.”

“Is everything okay?”

The question was simple, but the answer was anything but.

“Yeah.” The lie came easily now.

Y/n didn’t look convinced. “You sure?”

“Just tired,” he said, forcing himself to pick up his chopsticks. “Long day.”

They studied him for a moment before sighing. “You always say that.”

Megumi let out a short breath. He didn’t like how easily they saw through him. It made it harder to keep the distance he needed to.

His phone vibrated again.

This time, he pulled it out, already knowing he couldn’t ignore it forever.

Gojo: Meet me at the dorms. It’s important.

Megumi’s grip tightened around the device.

Of course.

He should’ve known tonight wouldn’t last.

“I have to go,” he said abruptly, pushing back his chair.

Y/n blinked. “Wait, what? We just got here.”

“I know.”

They frowned, hurt flickering in their eyes before they masked it with a shrug. “Is this about that mysterious thing you always have to do?”

Megumi hesitated.

Y/n sighed, shaking their head. “You know, you don’t have to tell me everything, but at least be honest when something’s up.”

Megumi opened his mouth, but no words came out. Because the truth—the real truth—wasn’t something he could give them.

So instead, he did the only thing he could.

He left.

And as he stepped out into the cold night, the weight of his secret felt heavier than ever.

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a/n: I originally wanted this to be a oneshot but was encouraged to add onto this piece. I'm still fairly new to this fanfic world so I appreciate any patience along the way <33 here's part one

•sfw!!•

{Can Megumi find a way to keep both his world and his heart intact, or is he destined to live a life of isolation, unable to share his true self with the one person he wants to be closest.}

"The Secret I Keep"

Megumi Fushiguro has always been the type to keep his from others, especially non-sorcerers. But there’s one person who’s managed to break through his cold exterior—someone who doesn’t know the truth about his life as a jujutsu sorcerer. Y/n person is a close friend, someone who Megumi can finally let his guard down around, someone he secretly wants more with.

But the life Megumi leads—full of danger, curses, and constant threats—makes him feel like a relationship with a non-sorcerer is impossible. He can’t tell them the truth about what he does, and the more time they spend together, the more painful it becomes to keep his secret. The closer they grow, the more Megumi feels torn between his desire for normalcy and the weight of the responsibilities he carries.

When a particularly dangerous mission puts his life in danger, Megumi is faced with a choice: continue hiding his true self and potentially lose the person he cares about, or risk telling them the truth, knowing it might push them away forever.

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I'm thinking to upload weekly chapters so pace it and leave still be able to leave some time for me to receive feedback and implement that into my stories. I am still fairly new to all of this so patience is greatly appreciated ××

stay safe, V <33