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The Little Things with Megumi Fushiguro

FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x reader

SUMMARY yours and Megumi's first kiss! Requested by my sweetie pie anon <3

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, cuteness, kissing, CHARACTER IS AGED UP, stressed megs in the beginning (yall fix that tude real quick dw), only edited ever so slightly T-T

AUTHORS NOTE how did this simple, cutesy Megumi fic (that was originally supposed to be more hc) turn into a 5,000-word behemoth? Don't ask me, the keys have a mind of their own. Enjoy! :)

The streets of Tokyo were alive with the usual hum of activity — the distant chatter of people, the occasional honk of a car horn, and the soft whirring of bicycles passing by. Above, streetlights flickered faintly, casting long, warm shadows that danced across the pavement as you walked. The night was calm, almost peaceful, despite the city's buzz, and the air was cool enough to make you pull your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders.

As usual, Megumi walked a little ahead, his long strides effortlessly matching yours despite his seemingly casual pace. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders slightly hunched like he was warding off some unseen burden. His eyes were trained forward, sharp and focused, as if there was something important waiting for him just down the street, though you knew better. That was just Megumi. Always lost in his thoughts, always a little distant — like he was walking through life with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. It was so typical of him to be like this, always serious, always deep in concentration. To anyone else, it might have looked like he was completely uninterested in the world around him — or in you, for that matter. But you knew him well enough by now to see the little things that told a different story.

The way he matched your pace without ever needing to adjust. The way his body angled slightly toward you as if he was instinctively keeping you close, even when the street wasn’t crowded. The way his eyes would flicker toward you briefly every now and then, checking to make sure you were still there, even if he never said it out loud. He wasn’t the type to express much with words, but his actions always spoke louder, even if they were subtle.

There was something soothing about the quiet that always seemed to exist between you and Megumi. It wasn’t awkward or tense, like it might have been with someone else. No, with him, silence felt almost intimate. You could just be, without the pressure to entertain or impress.

Still, there was something about tonight that felt different. Maybe it was the way the city lights reflected in his eyes, or how his pace matched yours just a little more closely than usual. Or maybe it was just your own heart betraying you, pounding quietly in your chest at the thought of being alone with him like this.

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d started feeling this way around Megumi — when the calm of his presence had begun stirring something warmer, something more — but here you were, walking beside him with the familiar anticipation creeping in. It was the kind of feeling that made you hyper-aware of every little thing: the way his shoulder brushed yours when he stepped a little closer, the soft sound of his breath in the cool night air, and the quiet moments that passed between you, unspoken but heavy with something you couldn’t quite name.

Even now, in the simplicity of a shared walk, you couldn’t help but wonder if Megumi felt it too — this quiet tension, this closeness that seemed to be growing with each step. Or was it just you, caught up in your own thoughts and hopes?

You let out a small breath, trying to shake off the nerves creeping up on you. No need to overthink it. This was just a normal night with Megumi, a simple walk like you’d done so many times before.

You snuck another glance at him, noticing the tension in his jaw — the way it tightened every now and then like he was thinking too hard about something. His eyes were darker than usual tonight, shadowed by the streetlights that passed overhead, but still as clear and sharp as ever. There was a storm in them, something you couldn’t quite place.

“What’s got you so serious tonight?” you asked, your voice breaking the comfortable silence between you. “Thinking about missions again?”

He didn’t answer right away, and for a moment, you wondered if he even heard you. But then he blinked, almost like he was snapping back to reality, and shook his head. “No,” he mumbled, his voice low and rough. “Not missions.”

That wasn’t much of an answer, but you weren’t expecting a deep explanation. It wasn’t like Megumi to unload his thoughts like that. If there was something bothering him, he’d keep it to himself until he was ready — if he ever was. But still, you felt the urge to poke at him a little more, to see if you could chip away at that wall he kept up so naturally.

“So what then?” you pressed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “Are you nervous about something? Or is it me?” You shot him a playful grin, hoping to get at least a hint of a reaction out of him. “You’re not used to being alone with me, huh?”

He stiffened at that, his steps faltering for just a moment before he quickly regained his composure. “Why would I be nervous?” His voice was steady, but you didn’t miss the way his ears turned a faint shade of pink, barely visible under the dim light.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You had teased him before, but tonight, his reaction felt different. There was something almost… vulnerable about the way he tensed up. Normally, he’d brush off your teasing with a deadpan comment or a roll of his eyes. But tonight, he seemed on edge, as if your words had struck closer to the truth than you’d realized.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” you said, though you couldn’t resist a small smirk. “You’re so serious sometimes. It wouldn’t kill you to laugh every now and then.”

Megumi shot you a sideways glance, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You’re the only one laughing.”

You chuckled, not missing the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth — a hint of a smile, gone as quickly as it appeared. It was moments like this that reminded you why you enjoyed being around Megumi so much, despite his standoffishness. Beneath that tough exterior, there was a softer side to him, one that he only let peek through when he was comfortable. And somehow, you were lucky enough to be the one who got to see it, even if just in fleeting glimpses.

But tonight, there was something more, something heavier lingering between you. You could feel it in the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, the way his footsteps seemed just a little less sure.

Maybe it wasn’t just your imagination. Maybe he felt it too — that closeness, that shift in the air between you.

You glanced up at him again, your heart skipping a beat when you noticed the slight crease in his brow, the way he looked like he was thinking too hard about something. It was rare for Megumi to get this flustered, but tonight, it seemed like the smallest of things were getting to him.

“Megumi, are you okay?” you asked softly, your teasing tone melting away. You stepped a little closer to him, watching as his gaze flicked toward you, eyes unreadable yet searching, like he was trying to decide something.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, clenching his jaw again. His silence felt even heavier now, like there was something caught in his throat that he couldn’t quite get out. And in that moment, you knew — whatever he was thinking about wasn’t simple.

You could feel the tension between you and Megumi growing, a kind of unspoken energy that buzzed in the air despite the quiet. It made your skin prickle, and you found yourself glancing at him more often, searching his face for any sign of what might be going on inside his head.

But Megumi, as always, was a tough one to crack. He kept his face angled away from you, his hands still buried deep in his pockets, his eyes focused on some distant point in the street ahead. It was like he was doing everything in his power not to look at you, not to acknowledge the shift that was happening between you. And honestly, it was starting to drive you a little crazy.

You couldn’t stand the heavy silence anymore. “Okay, seriously. What’s going on with you tonight?” You bumped his shoulder playfully, hoping to break whatever strange spell he seemed to be under. “You’re more quiet than usual. Did I do something?”

For a moment, Megumi didn’t respond, and you half-expected him to brush you off with his typical deadpan sarcasm. Something like, I’m always quiet, so what’s your point? Or maybe he’d shrug and say nothing at all, letting the silence stretch on until you gave up trying to figure him out.

But this time, he hesitated. His steps faltered, just barely, but enough for you to notice. His hand twitched inside his pocket, as if he was fighting the urge to fidget. And when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than usual, almost... unsure.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, his eyes flicking to the ground as if he was afraid of meeting your gaze. “Just... thinking.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a teasing smile. “Thinking? You? That’s dangerous.” You tried to keep your tone light, but the way he was acting made your heart race with nervous anticipation. You bumped his shoulder again, this time a little more insistently. “Come on, spill it. I know when something’s bugging you.”

Megumi’s jaw clenched, and he swallowed hard, still refusing to look at you. The pink in his ears hadn’t faded, and now that you were paying attention, you could see the way his hands balled into fists inside his pockets, as if he was trying to keep himself grounded. He looked... nervous. Like he was about to say something important, but couldn’t quite find the words.

You blinked in surprise. Megumi Fushiguro, nervous? That was new. You’d seen him fight curses without flinching, take on powerful enemies without so much as a hint of fear. But now, standing beside you on a quiet Tokyo street, he looked almost... vulnerable.

Your playful smile faded into something softer, more curious. “Megumi?” you asked gently, stepping a little closer to him. “Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?”

He finally stopped walking, his footsteps halting on the pavement as he turned to face you. His dark eyes met yours, and for a split second, you saw something in them that made your breath catch — something raw and unguarded, a flicker of uncertainty that he rarely let anyone see.

“I know,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down around you. The distant sounds of the city faded into the background, the night air hanging heavy with unspoken words. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a warmth rise to your cheeks as you stared up at him, waiting, wondering what he was going to say next.

But then, just as quickly as it had come, that moment of vulnerability was gone. Megumi looked away again, his shoulders tensing as if he was trying to shake off whatever strange feeling had come over him. “Forget it,” he muttered, starting to walk again. “It’s nothing.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “Oh, no you don’t,” you said, hurrying to catch up with him. “You can’t just act all weird and then brush it off like that.”

Megumi kept walking, his strides a little faster now, as if he was trying to escape the conversation. But you weren’t about to let him run away from whatever was going on in his head. Not tonight.

You jogged a few steps to keep up with him, your heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the pace. “Come on, Megumi,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood again. “What’s got you so worked up? Are you scared of something? Or...” You grinned, throwing out a wild guess just to see if you could get a reaction. “Is it me? Did I do something to make you nervous?”

You let yourself fall into usual expectation, readying for him to roll his eyes, to sigh and give you some sarcastic remark like he usually did. But again, he stopped, his footsteps halting so suddenly that you nearly bumped into him.

When you looked up at him, your teasing smile froze in place. Megumi was staring down at you, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes were something else entirely. Dark, intense, and filled with a kind of tension you’d never seen before.

And then, to your surprise, his ears turned pink again.

You blinked, stunned. “Wait... seriously? Is it... me?”

Megumi’s gaze flicked away, and for a split second, you thought he was going to deny it. But instead, he let out a small, frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as if he’d given up trying to hide it.

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “It’s you.”

You froze, caught completely off guard by his admission. Megumi had always been hard to read, his standoffish nature making it difficult to figure out what was really going on in his head. But hearing him say that it was you — that you were the reason for his strange behavior tonight — sent your heart into a wild flutter.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden shift between you. All the teasing, all the playful jabs — you hadn’t expected to hit that close to the truth. And now that you had, it was like the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you standing on unsteady footing.

“Me?” you repeated softly, your voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand what he meant. You just couldn’t believe it. Megumi, who was always so composed, so controlled, was nervous because of you?

Megumi turned his head, avoiding your gaze again as if he regretted letting those words slip. His hands were still jammed deep in his pockets, his shoulders tense, and his jaw clenched in that familiar way he did when he was frustrated with himself. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“I told you to forget it,” he muttered, his voice low. But even as he said it, there was a tightness in his tone, a frustration that hinted at just how much this was bothering him.

But you weren’t about to let it go. Not after that.

You took a small step closer, heart pounding in your chest, your eyes locked on his profile. “Megumi…” you began carefully, your voice soft but firm. “If it’s me, then… why don’t you just tell me? What’s going on?”

His lips parted like he was going to say something, but he quickly clamped them shut, clearly struggling with whatever was on his mind. For the first time, Megumi looked truly unsure of himself. His usual confidence, his calm, collected demeanor, had cracked, leaving behind a boy who didn’t quite know how to deal with his feelings.

He let out a quiet sigh, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His dark eyes softened just enough to make your breath catch. “It’s not that easy,” he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice catching you off guard yet again.

You felt your heart skip a beat. Megumi wasn’t the type to show his emotions openly, and seeing him like this — raw, hesitant, and uncertain — made your chest tighten with something tender and warm.

“It doesn’t have to be that hard either,” you replied gently, trying to offer him a way out of the tension building between you. “You don’t have to overthink it. Just… talk to me.”

Megumi looked away again, but this time it wasn’t out of avoidance. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, steadying breath, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to change the subject, to brush it off like he always did.

But then, to your surprise, he took a step closer.

Your heart leaped into your throat as he closed the distance between you, his tall frame suddenly looming just a little too close for comfort. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and the scent of his cologne — faint but unmistakable — filled your senses. He was so close now that you could see the faint flush on his cheeks, the way his brows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration.

“Look…” Megumi began quietly, his voice barely audible in the stillness between you. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding stupid, but…” He hesitated, his eyes flickering away for a brief moment before locking onto yours again. “You make me nervous. Okay?”

Before you could even begin to process that, he continued, his voice still low but steady, like he was finally finding his footing while you seemed to be losing yours. “I don’t know why,” he admitted, his gaze unwavering now, as if he was forcing himself to stay grounded. “But when I’m around you, I just… I overthink everything. And it’s frustrating because I don’t usually care about stuff like this. I don’t get flustered. I don’t get… whatever this is.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You were too stunned, too overwhelmed by the raw honesty in his confession. Megumi’s usual aloofness had completely melted away, leaving him exposed in a way you’d never seen before.

“And it’s not just tonight,” he added, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “It’s been like this for a while. I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know if you…”

He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, waiting for some kind of response. And in that moment, you realized that he wasn’t just nervous. He was scared. Scared of what you might say, of how you might react to the vulnerability he had just laid bare in front of you.

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find your voice. “Megumi…” you whispered, feeling your own cheeks warm at the intensity of his gaze. “I didn’t know you felt that way. But… I’m glad you told me.”

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction at your words. But there was still something hanging in the air between you, something unsaid, something that made your stomach twist with anticipation.

Megumi shifted again, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t quite know how. He glanced down at the ground for a moment, biting his lip, before finally meeting your gaze again. “I’m not good at this,” he muttered. “But… I think I want to try something.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Try what?”

He hesitated for just a second, his eyes flickering to your lips before quickly darting back to your eyes. And then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in.

Your breath caught in your throat as Megumi leaned in, his face drawing closer to yours. The world around you seemed to blur into nothing — the city lights, the distant sounds of traffic, everything faded into the background as your senses honed in on him. The warmth radiating from his body, the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifted, the way his dark eyes flickered to your lips and back again, like he was fighting some internal battle.

He stopped just a millimeter away from your face, so close that you could feel the faint warmth of his breath against your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, a wild rhythm that seemed to echo in your ears, and your pulse quickened with the anticipation of what was about to happen.

But then — he paused.

For a long, agonizing moment, Megumi stayed completely still, hovering just inches from your lips. His eyes searched yours, deep and intense, as if he was looking for something — some kind of reassurance, some unspoken answer to a question he hadn’t voiced yet. The space between you was charged, electric, and you could feel the weight of his hesitation in the way he held himself so carefully, so deliberately, like he was on the edge of a decision he wasn’t quite sure how to make.

“Can I…?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw something vulnerable and shy in his expression — a flicker of uncertainty that made your heart swell with affection. His lips were so close to yours, yet he didn’t move any closer. Instead, he waited, his gaze locked on yours, as if he needed your permission to take that final step.

It was so Megumi to be this careful, this considerate, even in a moment like this. He wasn’t the type to rush into things, not when it came to something so personal, so important. And even now, standing on the verge of something he clearly wanted, he held back, waiting for you to decide.

Your heart ached at the tenderness of it, at how much he cared about not crossing any boundaries. You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips, your chest swelling with warmth at the realization of just how much this moment meant to him. To both of you.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely more than a breath when you finally found the courage to answer. “Yes.”

That was all it took.

The moment the word left your lips, Megumi closed the gap between you, his hand lifting from his side to gently cup your cheek. His touch was soft, tentative at first, as if he was afraid of startling you. But when your breath hitched and you instinctively leaned into his touch, he seemed to relax ever so slightly, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

And finally — he kissed you.

It wasn’t like the stories you’d heard about first kisses, where everything was fireworks and passion and sweeping drama. No, this was something different. Something softer. Sweeter. It was a gentle, hesitant brush of his lips against yours, like he was testing the waters, making sure this was okay, that you were okay.

But even in its tenderness, there was a warmth, a depth to the kiss that made your heart race. You felt the slight tremble in Megumi’s hand as he held you, the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around your cheek as if to ground himself in the moment. And though he was normally so guarded, so composed, there was something achingly vulnerable in the way he kissed you — like he was letting his walls down, just for you.

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, your hands instinctively reaching up to grab the front of his jacket, pulling him just a little bit closer. He let out a small, barely audible sigh against your mouth, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melt away as he allowed himself to relax into the kiss.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried. It was simply perfect — a moment where everything else seemed to fade away, and all that existed was you and Megumi, standing together under the glow of the streetlights, lost in each other.

When he finally pulled back, his lips lingering just a moment longer before he broke the kiss, Megumi didn’t move far. He stayed close, his forehead resting lightly against yours as you both caught your breath. His eyes were still closed, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips — a rare, soft smile that made your heart swell with adoration.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward, though. It was comfortable, filled with the quiet hum of the city around you and the warmth of the moment you had just shared. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his hand still resting against your cheek, and you leaned into him, feeling more at peace than you ever had before.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Megumi opened his eyes and glanced down at you, his expression a mix of fondness and embarrassment. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice quiet and a little rough. “I wasn’t sure if…”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you looked up at him with a grin. “Don’t be sorry,” you said, your voice light and filled with affection. “It was perfect.”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your words, and for a moment, you thought he might argue. But then, to your surprise, he let out a small chuckle, the sound low and a little shy. “Yeah?” he asked, his eyes softening as he met your gaze.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your smile widening.

Megumi let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing as any remaining tension left his body. He leaned back slightly, giving you a little more space, but his hand remained on your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against your skin.

For a few heartbeats, neither of you said anything. The moment lingered, sweet and quiet, as you both took in what had just happened. And even though Megumi wasn’t one for big romantic gestures, the way he stayed close, the way his hand never left your face, spoke volumes.

It was in the little things with him, after all. The way he showed he cared, not through words, but through actions. Through the soft, lingering touch of his hand. Through the careful way he had asked for your permission. Through the gentle kiss that left your heart fluttering in your chest.

And as you stood there with Megumi, the city lights flickering softly in the background, you couldn’t help but think that this — this quiet, tender moment — was everything you had ever hoped for.

“You’re still annoying, though.”

Megumi’s voice broke through the quiet, his familiar teasing tone slipping back into place. It was almost jarring after the intimacy of the moment, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and a little breathless. You could feel the tension easing, the weight of the moment giving way to something more familiar — more comfortable. But even as you laughed, there was a new warmth between you, a subtle shift that neither of you could ignore.

You glanced up at him, catching the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes. His expression was carefully neutral, like he was trying to play it cool, but you could see the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips again. His teasing may have been an attempt to return to normal, but there was something different now. A closeness, a softness that hadn’t been there before.

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully as you nudged him with your shoulder. “Annoying. Sure.”

He huffed, looking away, but there was no hiding the faint blush that still colored his cheeks. “I mean it,” he muttered, though the usual edge to his words was missing. “You drive me crazy.”

“Likewise, Fushiguro.”

The two of you fell into an easy silence once again, your footsteps in sync as you continued down the street. But this time, the silence wasn’t the same. There was a quiet understanding between you now, a lingering sense of something deeper — something that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to surface. The air between you felt lighter, warmer, like the connection you had just forged was wrapping around you both in an invisible, protective embrace.

You were more aware of him now. Of the way he walked just a little closer than before, the small brush of his arm against yours sending a tiny spark of warmth through your skin. The space between you felt smaller, more intimate, and though neither of you said a word, you both seemed to understand what had changed.

You caught yourself stealing glances at him, noting how his posture was a little more relaxed, how his usual guarded expression had softened just enough to make him seem more approachable. There was still a quiet reserve in the way he carried himself, but now, there was a warmth there too — a closeness that hadn’t existed before that kiss.

And Megumi, for all his efforts to play it cool, seemed more aware of you too. His hand hovered near yours, as if he was thinking about reaching for it but couldn’t quite bring himself to make the move. There was a subtle shift in the way he walked, his pace slowing just enough to match yours, his steps measured, as if he was unconsciously making sure to stay in sync with you.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, filled with the quiet sounds of the city around you and the soft glow of the streetlights overhead. You both basked in the afterglow of what had just happened, letting the moment linger, neither of you in any rush to break the quiet peace you had found together.

As the night wore on, you felt a soft smile pull at your lips, a warmth spreading through your chest as you realized how much had shifted between you and Megumi in just a few short moments. His teasing words may have been an attempt to return to normal, but you both knew — deep down — that things had changed. There was no going back to the way things were before.

And as you walked together, side by side, the distance between you just a little smaller than it used to be, you knew that this was only the beginning. The beginning of something new, something beautiful, something that neither of you had fully realized until now.

You were both quiet, but the silence spoke volumes.

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