daughterhouse

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just so you know megumi and yuji are minors.

so am i ^.^

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yuuta got a little nervous the first time he kissed you and squeezed his eyes shut a little too early, so he ended up kissing your nose instead of your lips :p

it's a little joke between you and him now. every time he kisses you before a mission or after a long day at school, he will kiss the tip of your nose first before pressing his lips to yours <3

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challengers but it's me and itafushi

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adore ur works sm!! pls keep up <3

Ily💕

ilysm! 🌻

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megumi getting all embarrassed when you thumb open his phone to check the time and realise he's changed his lockscreen to be a picture of you two together.

he doesn't really like taking photos, and he's never smiling in any of the ones taken of him, so he had to settle for a school pic of you two, with your friends cropped out. he tells you it was a dumb picture he chose because he didn't want the regular factory homescreen anymore, and you memorialise his flustered face by snapping a photo of you kissing his reddened cheek and changing that to be his lockscreen.

he grumbles at it, but the next time you visit his room you see he's had the photo printed and framed, and it sits pretty on his bedside table.

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omg i love these sm!! these are so cute please keep making them 🩷🩷

thank u !! 🌻

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THIS

Megumi with his hair sticking up all over the place bc he just woke up.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he’s the cutest ^^ trying to flatten it down for him and he grumbles and pulls away because the attention makes him blush 🤍

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sometimes after a really tough mission, megumi spends the night in your room so he has someone near him because he tends to get in his head. but he cant help but find himself awake in the middle of the night watching your chest move with every breath you take: he's making sure you're still breathing, like a new parent would their precious child.

and he's your boyfriend, not your father, but you still give him that purpose new parents always gush about. so he's scared of that purpose being lost on him, he couldn't handle losing you too.

you always wake up when he’s watching you; though. you can feel his presence even in your sleep. you always roll over to cuddle into him, never mentioning the fact you know he was watching you because you know he needs it. you kiss his cheek and tell him to close his eyes and go to sleep and cuddle him until he finally does drift off <3

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tennis player!satoru is often filled with adrenaline before a match, but it serves him best to be collected before the game starts, so he takes all that extra energy out on you.

courtside, arms wrapped around you in a squeezing tight hug, he's kissing everywhere he can reach: your cheek, your nose, lips, neck. he doesn't care that everyone here to watch the game can see his affections. you're his outlet for all those pent up nerves, spectators be damned.

"we're in-" you have to pause when he plants a kiss to your lips "-baby, we're in public!"

"don't care," satoru spins you around, nestles his face in the crook of your neck. his racket drops to the ground by your feet. "you gonna cheer me on, baby?"

"you know i will," you laugh, combing your fingers through his messy white hair: it matches the polo he plays in—the one that will soon be drenched in sweat. "you'll do great, toru."

"i know," you can feel his grin against your shoulder. "got the prettiest cheerleader on my side, i have to impress them. plus..."

he pulls back and glances over the court, to where his opponent stretches. the pink haired man, who the umpire had introduced as sukuna, has eyes that are sharp and stuck on the two of you—no, on you. satoru laughs, plants a long kiss on your lips, and grins.

"my opponent is a little off his game... distracted."

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messy-haired megumi waking up beside you in the morning. all groggy and grumpy, his eyes are shut heavy and sleep is pulling him back down into the sheets.

and you're so comfortable, legs tangled up in his as you rest on his chest. his heartbeat is sweet in your ears, the heat of his body a simple reminder that he's here and safe and wholly yours.

"i can feel you staring at me," he grumbles, eyes closed as you watch him from his chest. "go back to sleep."

"it's nearly midday," your voice is soft in return: he had a late night, staying up late into the morning hours as he watched you sleep. watching the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your gentle breath against his sleep—reminding himself you were okay. so much loss does such things to the soul.

so when you try and push yourself up, megumi is quick to pull you back down against his body and press his face into your hair. he takes a deep breath in, inhales your scent, and lets his eyes close again.

"five more minutes," he says. "please."

you smile against his skin. you'd give him all the time in the world if you could.

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megumi doesn’t know what to do with his hands when the two of you are making out… so most of the time he will just rest them in his lap or by his sides as he kisses you.

it’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, to put his hands on your face like you do with his, or to hold you by the waist and pull you in closer… he just doesn’t know how. he gets in his head about it, worries that you won’t like something he does. it took him long enough to get comfortable kissing let alone making out—he doesn’t want to ruin anything.

so after a particularly heated evening in your dorm room one night, you pull back from megumi with swollen lips and glossy eyes and say “you know you can touch me if you want to, right?”

“no thanks,” isn’t the reply megumi was going for, but it’s what leaves his lips. he can still taste you on them, and it’s messing with the workings of his brain. “i mean—not no, i just… you—“

he’s cut off with you taking his hand in your own and guiding it up to the side of your face. you lean into his forces touch and hold eye contact. “this okay?”

and he has to nod, because words are lost on him when having you so close fills his heart with a warmth he had thought was only for the storybooks he’d read as a kid.

megumi holds your face, admires every inch of it with an expression on his face you can only describe as lost—and then he kisses you. and learns that touching you is easy, not because he’s confident in doing so, but because it’s you, and you’re more than safe.

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I love your blog!! Megumi has been in my head 24/7 recently 😭😭💗

thank you!! he's in my head all the time too its probably unhealthy hehe 🥹🌻

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ur writing is ethereal divine & im in love with u

🥹🥹🥹🥹🌻 ur too sweet im just rambling hehe thank u !! <3 ily

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The tiny font you use reminds me of soft whispering

PS. your Megumi characterization is so spot on (to me at least) 💓

pffftft maybe all my posts r whispered ^_^

thank u! i try to capture his character and sometimes i worry he’s nothing like canon so i appreciate this loll 🫶

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Megumi and feather touches / light kisses with reader? I feel like he’s not into PDA, but he does like to hold your hand in public even if he won’t admit it so easily (?) I’d love to hear your thoughts about this ~

megumi is so silly he gets flustered very easily when it comes to the affection you show him. even in private he struggles a little to stay composed when you dote on him, so in public he's a mess! he hides his shyness with a very grumpy outward look, grumbling and huffing all dramatic whenever you lean over and smooch him while people are around.

but megumi does like the comfort of your hand in his while you're out and about. because he's such a grump about affection, though, it's hard for him to initiate something that is so, to him, intimate.

so it starts with the brush of his fingertips against your knuckles as you walk side-by-side. something that could have been an accidental touch, until he does it again and lets his fingertips linger. you have to help him out here, open your palm for the poor boy to trace down and close his hand around, his fingers locked with yours.

"you know, you can just ask if you want to hold hands, megumi..." you glance down at the way he squeezes your hand.

"shut up..." he responds, but not before lifting your hand up and pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. you know not to comment on that one, his face is already red enough... he might just die!

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not an ask, i just wanna tell you that your megumi headcanons and drabbles make me melt 🫠🫠🫠 why is he so precious?! idk i love him

thank you so much! 🌻

he is so precious it hurts, i love him tooo !!!!!

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"are you sure you don't want me to bring you anything, megumi?"

satoru stretches his back out, phone to his ear as he listens to the dry coughs on the other side. megumi has picked something up overnight and called to let gojo know he wouldn't be in class for the day.

"i'm fine. i just want to be alone. sleep it off."

gojo smiles, and hums into the phone. "it's been going around... you're not the only one off sick. maybe you should go see shoko..."

"no—i'm fine. i'm just going to rest, okay?"

gojo snorts. "oooookay..."

megumi hangs up on him and satoru can only feign offence for a moment before suguru is pushing between his shoulder blades and guiding him further into the city. "i still don't think spying on them is what we should be doing. he's a teenager, they lie—god knows we weren't saints at their age. maybe—"

"shhhhhhhh!" satoru points in the direction of the movie theatre, where a certain spiky-haired-fushiguro leads you in, hand-in-hand as the high school sweethearts satoru had begged megumi to tell him you were. "i knew it!"

there you two were, his two 'sick' students, the image of cute together. he watches as megumi rests his hand on your back and listens to something you say—and for the first time in a very long time, satoru watches his boy's lips curl up into the realest smile he's ever seen.

"are you... tearing up?" suguru cringes from beside him, but satoru waves him off dramatically.

"they grow up so fast!"