#megumi fujishima

[simplygojo]

hiiii. any chance I could request something angsty with Megumi, nothing specific in mind...I just love that angsty boy, lol.

Silent Moments

Authors Note: Your wish is my command my friendly anon! I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for :)

Pairing: AgedUp/Megumi Fushiguro x f/reader

Word Count : 1.3K

Warnings : light seggusal tension, and of course some angst

Don't forget my loves, my requests are always open!

Part II

You and Megumi had known each other for a while, long enough that you thought you understood him—the quiet, stoic sorcerer who kept his distance from almost everyone. But over the last few months, something between you had started to shift. It wasn’t anything obvious, just little things. How he would walk you home more often, or how his eyes lingered on you a bit longer when he thought you weren’t looking.

It was never something you talked about. Megumi wasn’t one to express his feelings openly, and to be honest, neither were you. But tonight, something felt different.

The day had been long and exhausting, the two of you barely making it through a mission that could’ve gone south fast. The curse you faced wasn’t like anything you’d seen before—quick, vicious, and far more dangerous than you anticipated. By the time you exorcised it, Megumi had been on edge, more protective than usual, though he hadn’t said much after the fight.

Now, walking side by side through the quiet streets, that tension lingers in the air between you.

He hasn’t said a word since you left the training grounds. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but you can feel something brewing under the surface. You steal a glance at him—his dark hair slightly disheveled from the earlier battle, his sharp blue eyes focused ahead, but distant, as if he’s caught up in his own thoughts.

You sigh softly, trying to break the quiet. “You know, you don’t always have to walk me home. I can handle it.”

Megumi’s gaze flickers to you briefly, his expression unreadable. “It’s not a big deal.”

You roll your eyes. That’s what he always said, brushing off his concern like it didn’t matter. But you knew better. He cared—he just didn’t know how to show it.

The two of you continue walking until you reach your apartment building. You stop at the gate, turning to face him. The moonlight casts a soft glow over his face, highlighting the tension in his features. You hadn’t expected him to look so worn out, so troubled.

“Well, this is me,” you say, offering a small, awkward smile.

Megumi nods, but he doesn’t move. His hands are still stuffed in his pockets, his body tense as if he’s fighting something inside. You can feel it now—the weight of all the things left unsaid between you. The unspoken feelings that have been building for months.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you comment, searching his face for some kind of answer.

Megumi’s eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you think he’s going to brush it off like he always does. But instead, his gaze hardens, his voice lowering. “You were reckless today.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden sharpness in his tone. “Reckless? I had the curse under control, Megumi.”

“No, you didn’t.” His voice is firm, more serious than usual. “You almost got yourself killed.”

You take a step back, thrown off by the intensity in his eyes. Megumi had always been protective, but this was different. He wasn’t just upset—he was scared.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” you admit, feeling your chest tighten.

Megumi takes a step closer, his voice lowering even further, as if he’s afraid to let you hear the fear in his words. “You can’t keep doing that, y/n. You can’t keep throwing yourself into danger like that. What if I wasn’t there?”

There it is—his fear, his worry, laid bare in front of you. You’ve always known Megumi was cautious, but seeing him like this, so raw and unguarded, sends a jolt through your heart.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” you say softly, taking a tentative step toward him.

He shakes his head, frustration clear in the furrow of his brow. “It’s not just about worrying me. It’s…” His voice trails off, as if he’s struggling to find the right words. When he looks at you again, his eyes are filled with something deeper—something that makes your heart race. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

His words hang in the air between you, heavy and filled with emotion. For a moment, you can’t breathe. You’ve always known Megumi cared about you, but hearing him say it like this, in a way that feels so personal, leaves you speechless.

You take another step forward, closing the gap between you. You don’t think about it—you just act, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s a small, impulsive gesture, but the way Megumi freezes tells you it’s caught him completely off guard.

You pull back quickly, your heart racing. “I’m sorry,” you start to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean—”

But before you can finish, Megumi’s hand gently wraps around your wrist. His grip isn’t harsh or forceful, but soft—almost tentative. There’s a warmth in his touch that sends a shiver through you, and when you look up, you see something vulnerable in his eyes.

His grip tightens just slightly, not in anger, but in something that feels like longing—a quiet desperation, like he’s afraid of what might happen if he lets you go. It’s not the kind of touch that holds you back, but the kind that says I don’t want to lose you.

You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he’s fighting with himself, torn between what he feels and what he thinks is right. And then, slowly, his face inches closer to yours. His breath is warm against your skin, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, you think he’s going to kiss you.

But then, he stops. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as if he’s trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. His hand is still holding your wrist, but now it feels like he’s holding on for dear life, like he’s terrified of what he could lose.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be like this,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Not when I’m angry… not like this.”

His words send a wave of warmth and sadness through you. There’s a rawness to his confession that makes your heart ache, the quiet vulnerability of a boy who has always been afraid to let someone in.

You swallow hard, your throat tight with emotion. “Megumi…”

He opens his eyes, and the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch in your throat. “You mean more to me than that.”

Your heart skips a beat, the weight of his words sinking in. Megumi Fushiguro—stoic, closed-off, always so careful with his feelings—just laid his heart bare in front of you.

And in that moment, you realize something: he’s not afraid of how much he cares about you. He’s afraid of losing you.

You don’t know what to say. The words get caught in your throat, and all you can do is nod, your eyes shining with unshed tears.

Megumi’s grip on your wrist loosens slightly, though his fingers linger against your skin, like he’s not ready to let go completely. His touch is still warm, gentle, filled with a quiet tenderness that makes your heart ache.

“I should go,” he says softly, though his eyes stay on you, as if he’s waiting for you to say something—anything to make him stay.

You nod again, even though part of you doesn’t want him to leave. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

He hesitates for just a second longer, his gaze lingering on you, filled with all the things he hasn’t said yet. And then, finally, he takes a step back. “Goodnight, y/n.”

As you watch him walk away, disappearing into the shadows of the quiet street, you feel a strange mix of emotions—relief, sadness, longing. Something between you has shifted, and though you’re not sure where it’s headed, you know one thing for certain.

Whatever this is between you and Megumi, it’s real. And it’s only just beginning.

[bulkobon]

[baltharino]

Mira-Cra Park! performing Hakuchuu à la Mode Hasunosora 1st Live Tour ~RUN! CAN! FUN!~

[freddu-wu]

Haromegu🩷🩷

[hanabyka]

Graduation 💖

[artbooksandstuff]

102nd gen graduation illustration.

they're really graduating, huh. I'm honestly sad to see them go. Tsuzuri, especially. Over the last two years she's grown to be one of my favourite love live characters. Love these three to bits. hope that we'll get to see them again someday, even if it's just a cameo or mention.

[tensimmporn]

third place fantasy unit

[sappy-sprout]

[mini-draws]

tried my hand at drawing everyone in hasu

[lunarhanaa]

☀️ summer girls ☀️

[schoolidolfestivals]

[lightupheart]

x

[bubblerise]

THESE FITS ARE SUCH A SLAY OH MY GOD?????

[fyouin]

MiraPa!!

[freddu-wu]

Miss megumi fujishima

[big-sankaku]

English Translation of Shades of Stars: Chapter 1 – A falling Star (free sample)

Here's the translation of the free sample of the 102nd class novel, ~Shades of Stars~. The sample was published for free on Hasunosora Official twitter account

Author : Teren Mikami  (Hasunosora Scenario Team) -------------------------------------------------------- Fujishima Megumi was forced by her mother to enroll in Hasunosora Girls' High School. Just as she was starting to lose hope in her high school life, she notices a recruitment poster of School Idol Club... and then she's suddenly dragged away by a short senior!? Inside the clubroom, Otomune Kozue and Yugiri Tsuzuri were waiting. Later, together with Megumi, they would eventually be known as the "The Great Triangle." Initially, Megumi viewed the club activity as merely a way to pass the time, but as she was gradually influenced by Kozue and Tsuzuri’s passion, they start working together to put on a successful live for the Nadeshiko Festival.

She can heard it.

“Megumi-chan, you're the cutest in the class!"

“Hehe.”

The young elementary school girl responds with a shy smile.

She can heard it.

"Megumi-chan, you're the cutest in school!"

“Really~?”

Now as an elementary school girl, she responds with a smile that suggests she doesn’t entirely mind the praise.

She can heard it.

“Fujishima-san, you're the cutest in town!”

“Aha, you think so too~?”

The middle school girl, surrounded by friends, puffs out her chest as if it were only natural.

It’s only natural that Fujishima Megumi is cute.

No matter what, I've always moved forward, after all.

In a pure, fluffy white world, a sweet, milk-like voice is heard from somewhere.

"Megu-chan is cute. For Ruri, Megu-chan is the cutest."

Megumi narrows her eyes like a cat that has had its chin tickled and smiles contentedly.

Geez, you always speak the truth right away. Ruri-chan.

And then Megumi awoke. An unpleasant beeping electronic sound woke her up, and what awaited her was reality. A room designed for just one person. A mountain of cardboard boxes that had yet to be touched. And iron bars stuck in the window. 15 years old Fujishima Megumi. The girl groaned, as if the world was coming to an end, in a voice that was not cute at all. “Arrrrgggh... this is the worst.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Hasunosora Girls' High School.

A prestigious all-girls boarding high school, known for its rich history and excellence in the arts. For students in cultural clubs in the Hokuriku region, it was a place everyone dreamed of at least once. A pinnacle of admiration.

But…

(To the right—a rich young lady! To the left—a rich young lady), Megumi grumbled internally.

Today was the opening ceremony. As she stood in the grand auditorium, surrounded by students, they all looked like purebred pets trapped in gilded cages.

The thought that she was now one of them sent a chill down her spine.

(How the hell did this happen!?)

She clenches her fist tightly.

(I’m Fujishima Megumi, goddamn it!!)

She had debuted as a child star in elementary school, quickly becoming a beloved presence on television. Her career had climbed steadily, and by middle school, she had even secured a regular spot on a show. Not just on local broadcasts in Kanazawa—she had gone nationwide. From the northernmost reaches of Hokkaido to the southern isles of Okinawa.

A rising star, a nationwide sensation—that was Fujishima Megumi. A beautiful young talent at her peak.

And yet—

Behind her back, her mother had been making moves.

The problem? Megumi had too much talent. She was undeniably on the path to success. Like a wheel rolling downhill, she was gaining momentum—her hard work paying off and she got a lot of fans. Everyone around her was working just as hard.

There was no time to worry about anything else, that's why she slightly neglected her studies.

All of this was because she'd gotten the lowest score in a test and had casually broken a promise to attend some study-sessions. Her mother was furious about it.

For those minor infractions, she was forced to suspend her activities for three years and was forced to go to a boarding school where she needed permission even to go outside. This was too much.

If she had continued her career, she could have conquered the world within three years.

But her mother’s tyranny—forcing her to "learn common sense for the sake of her future". She broke that dream.

So what if she got a zero on a test? If school was about gaining skills for a career, she had already found her career.

In fact, she was earning so much that she didn’t even need to attend high school!

(Ugh. So frustrating! So frustrating!)

Megumi, fueled by ambition and relentless determination, refused to submit without resistance.

She fought back against her mother with everything she had.

Using every bit of skill she learned from her career, Megumi tried everything. She flattered her, appeased her, persuaded her, and eventually conceded. She tried to make her sympathize and even weaponize her tears. When none of that worked, she lost her temper, ran away from home, and desperately tried to get her agency on her side. And yet, every single attempt ended in failure.

Her mother, despite being a regular office worker, possessed a wealth of life experience  that Megumi could ever hope to match.

In the end, after losing the battle against her mother, Megumi found herself standing here—as a student of Hasunosora Girls' High School.

Dressed in its uniform, a reddish-brown fabric and pale green scarf. This uniform was nothing but a symbol of her defeat. Even a platinum-grade talent had no way to shine in the mountains, where no light could reach it. Just like the other students, a life where she would be reduced to just a number was about to begin. It was unbearable. Utterly. With a bitter glare, she looked up toward the stage, where a girl stood, delivering a speech as the freshman representative, welcoming them all to this new chapter of their lives.

“On this day, with the arrival of the spring breeze, we embark on our journey at Hasunosora Girls' High School. Thank you so much for holding such a grand ceremony for us today. I would like to send my gratitude on behalf of all the new students.”

(Who said you could represent us?)

The girl had long hair that was simply tied in a sloppy way*. However, her dignified posture was exactly what Megumi had in mind when she thought of a "refined and well-behaved young lady" and, to put it bluntly, she was the type of person she would never be able to make friends with. 

She was probably good at studying too. Her family was surely wealthy, the kind that owned a grand piano in their lavish home. She had probably been pampered like a delicate flower since childhood, growing up with extravagant Christmas parties surrounded by relatives.

“That concludes my speech as the freshman representative.”

The girl, who showed no signs of nervousness, completed her speech with ease. She bowed gracefully and applause erupted around the hall. Having finished her job, the girl turned around and stepped down from the podium.

An attractive face. A graceful movement. Her composed expression made it clear—this was nothing new to her. She had been doing things like this her whole life.

Her cool gaze looked straight ahead. For a moment, Megumi thought their eyes met. But it was fleeting. In an instant, the girl had already disappeared into the rows of students.

(…Yeah, this is exactly the kind of place Hasunosora is.)

Another dull speech began.

A complete waste of time.

Megumi let out a deep sigh in her heart.

*In case you didn't catch it, the freshman representative is Kozue.