#megumi x yn

[chuluoyi]

Could you do a brother’s best friend!Megumi x reader?

like her brother being overprotective, but being oblivious of his best friend’s crush on her sister?

(not the) best kept secret

- fushiguro megumi x reader

cool, brooding and handsome. your crush on your brother's best friend is a secret you only keep to yourself. little do you know, he too feels the same. and so, your love story—and the trials and tribulations that come with it—begins.

genre/warnings: college au, reader being yuji's little sister and him and your family being protective, fluff, mutual pining, tiny weeny angst if you squint? with happy ending ofc!

notes: awww anon, this ask is so cute and so hidden love-coded! did you watch hidden love too? because this piece draws inspiration from that ehe. and uh it turned out longer than i expected and i haven't proofread it but pls enjoy!

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You have had a crush on your brother’s best friend, Megumi, for a while now.

Actually, scratch that. For a long time now, since you were in middle school, in fact.

In your eyes, he was really cool. He was reserved and not very talkative, which was a stark contrast to your brother Yuji, who could talk a mile a minute every day. It always baffled you why the two could be bosom friends.

And he treated you well. Megumi may have bonked Yuji’s head at any given chance, but with you, he was different. He was gentler, kinder, and overall just considerate. Sometimes he would even pick you up in your brother’s place, and your heart would beat out of your chest from sheer giddiness.

Little did you know, he too didn’t quite see you as a mere sister of his friend.

It started with head pats. You heart would flutter and he would be more conscious of his actions. Yuji had furrowed an righteous eyebrow at the sight.

“Oi, Fushiguro, that’s some favoritism there!” he whined. “I helped you with homework and what did I get—”

“Shut up, Itadori.”

And then the text messages. You didn’t know how or why you ended up texting him on daily basis. He was the one who texted you first a few months ago, having obtained your number from a mutual friend in your circle to ask about the best gift for Yuji’s birthday. And somehow up until now, you found yourselves telling him how your day went, and he the same.

you: i've just finished my class today. so tired megumi: oh? mine is still in session. quite boring you: i see. well, ganbatte!

Those little interactions made your day, and for now, you were quite satisfied with them. But when your phone buzzed once again, signaling a new text, you couldn't resist the urge to swiftly open the messaging app to expect the expected.

megumi: wanna grab lunch later?

It was so incredibly childish, but you felt like winning.

Lunch invitations were often. You spent the whole duration of lunch with him almost every day at this point. The two of you talked about many mundane things, and he would have this small smile whenever you griped about your hard tests or annoying classmates.

Head pats. Texts. Lunches.

And then there was Nobara.

Now, don't get me wrong. You adored her—she was a fun person, pretty and you even looked up to her as your role model at some point. If Yuji somehow ended up with her, you were sure to give them 200% of your blessings.

But seeing her with Megumi was another story. Sometimes you envied your brother's close knit group of three. They had been friends since middle school, and it was granted that Nobara would spend a whole load of time with both your brother and Megumi. With Yuji, she was harsher and didn't take him seriously, but you couldn't deny what your peers had been whispering and what you yourself found very plausible—she and Megumi would make a fine match.

It wasn't your intention at all, but ever since you saw him and Nobara at the toy shop together, pulling for popular merchandises in gacha box, you started losing confidence in yourself and inadvertently put this distance between you and him.

At first it was subtle, Megumi didn't even realize it. But when your replies were few and far in between, he decided it was time to address the problem.

"You don't answer my texts," he stated one day, barely catching you at campus during the lunchtime. Now that he thought about it, you kept denying his lunch invitations too. "Are you avoiding me?"

"I, um," you stuttered. You didn't anticipate running into him, to be honest, and so you were at loss of words. "It isn't like that..."

Megumi figured that he had done something to make you feel like you should avoid him, but he didn't want the two of you to be in this awkward situation any longer, so he led you away from the crowd to your usual place of hanging out after lunch—the rooftop.

"Have I done something?" he asked warily. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"No, Megumi, I—"

"I don't want us to be like—this," Megumi said, his face contorting with a deep frown. "I don't like it at all."

Typically, he regarded friendships as a pain, but not with you. Not with the girl he had been pining over for who knows how long now.

Yuji's sister. He had to remind himself of that fact so many times and yet his heart didn't seem to get it. You were his best friend's dearest sister, and yet he fell for you regardless. If Yuji knew, he would definitely had some opinions on this.

And so for the last few months, he kept it hidden under his sleeves. He approached you, befriended you, took you out on lunch dates—acting on his growing feelings for you and yet he didn't have the courage to confess still.

But enough was enough. If not confessing meant losing you altogether, then he was willing to take the risk. At the very least, if you did reject him, he would have gone down with a fight.

"Y/N, I don't know if you're already aware of this or not, but..." he gulped. Apparently this wasn't as easy as he thought, especially when you met his gaze with your cutely confused ones.

"I have feelings for you. I... like you, quite much."

His voice was clear, without any hint of doubt. You were taken aback and widened your eyes out of surprise.

"You do...?" you shyly asked him back, finding it hard to believe. Fushiguro Megumi, the boy you've been crushing on since you were 15, when you were only able to hide behind Yuji and saw him from afar. The boy who once was indifferent to you, was now confessing his feelings for you? He liked you back in the same way you liked him?

"I do," he replied with clarity, and then a smile. That small smile that always made your insides do somersaults. "I want to ask you out for a while now, but since well... you know... out of consideration for your brother, I felt like I couldn't simply whisk you away."

To his surprise, you laughed, and Megumi found himself breathless. The way you laugh was so mesmerizing in his eyes, reminding him why he could fall in love with you in the first place.

"I like you too, Megumi."

And that was all he needed. Apparently that confirmation was enough to forget that you were the sister of his long-time friend, and that it was fine even if you were. After all, since when was it a crime to romance your best friend's sister?

Still, you two decided to keep it under the wraps first. Springing this on Yuji would startle him, you reasoned, and he agreed. It was more convenient this way anyways.

Your relationship with Megumi was a happy one. He was curt, but never failed to look out for you. He remembered things you liked, and would take you out on places you wanted to go. Arguments were there—granted, sometimes he was just too stubborn, so you may have a clash of opinions—but in the end, the two of you always managed to work it out.

But there was always something melancholic in Megumi that you weren't sure you could touch at all. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing—his incomplete family. You tried to fill that gap, giving him many fun and happy memories, hoping it would replace his sad ones. He was grateful for that.

Nonetheless, the reality persisted that your brother, Yuji, remained completely oblivious to all of this. Yuji still thought that you were his innocent younger sister, and Megumi was his best bro. Sometimes you felt bad to do all this behind his back, and yet you made no move to rectify it.

“Hey, let’s ask Fushiguro to join too!” Yuji would say, and you would agree. And then, in front of him, you and Megumi would refrain from being too friendly, and he would be none the wiser.

All things have karma. You have built your karma too, for deceiving your kind and sweet brother.

"Fushiguro! How could you?!"

When Yuji's fist collided with his jaw, honestly Megumi had given up on fighting back, because one, there was no chance of winning against him, and two, your scream pierced the air, filled with worry for him.

You two just had to be found out in the worst way possible—while making out. It was wrong in so many levels in the first place. Why and how did you even initiate making out in your house that you shared with your brother?

"It could've been anyone," Yuji fumed with anger, his teeth clenching. "Anyone at all! And yet it has to be Y/N—my own sister! Fushiguro, have you ever considered the magnitude of betrayal this is to me?"

"Yuji! Please stop!" you tried to intervene. "He's not at wrong—it was me who—"

"No, you don't get any say in this!" for the first time, you saw your kind brother got angry and it made you quiver in fear. Yuji had never been angry, not to you. "You too, Y/N. How could do this behind my back? The least you could do is telling me!"

"I'm an adult!" you stressed, now irritated at this display of protectiveness from him. "I can date whoever I want and you can't just punch the man who happens to be my boyfriend!"

Honestly, if asked, Yuji wasn’t like 100% against your relationship with Megumi. He and Megumi practically grew up together, he knew the best and worst parts of him, and overall he still considered him decent.

But what made it hurt was that the two of you decided to leave him out. It made him doubt everything he knew about his best friend. How could he trust his sister to someone he found hard to trust?

He turned to Megumi, who was still slumped on the floors of his garage. “No. If he really likes you that much, then he will willingly accept this.”

Megumi understood, if his own sister was dating… let’s say, someone like Gojo, whom he trusted but not at the same time, he too would definitely beat the crap out of him.

And so he willingly endured all the blows. Yuji had to let off steam, and this pain was worth everything if it meant he would give his blessing for you.

Yuji was taken aback that his friend actually let him do this. When Megumi got thrown one last time and almost passed out, Yuji finally decided that it was the end.

His best friend and his sister… it was almost laughable if he didn’t feel like the biggest fool between the two of you.

He saw how you immediately sauntered towards him with tears in your eyes, muttering several apologies. Yuji wanted to snort, but then Megumi took a hold of your hand that was on his bruised cheek, and smiled, saying that it was okay.

And despite himself, his heart felt warm. Seeing the usual gruff and cold Megumi be this… soft with you seemed to open his eyes to something more.

Looking back, he could’ve had realized it when Megumi started to get touchy with you. He completely missed that the head pats were actually his subtle way of expressing his fondness for you.

Yuji decided to leave you be. At least he had made his point across, and he hated to say it outright, but perhaps, it was okay after all for you to be with him.

Okay didn’t mean you two had obtained his full blessing, though. But another event soon changed his perspective.

“Itadori,” Megumi’s ragged breaths was what he registered first through the sudden phone call. “Please come here—Y/N—she was—”

It was Yuji’s first time to witness pure panic from Megumi. He proceeded to tell him how you had been in pain and then collapsed, and that he had brought you to the hospital.

When Yuji arrived at the hospital, he once again saw how restless his friend was over your wellbeing. He could no longer deny it—the sight moved him.

“Hey, you awake?” Megumi’s face was the first you saw when you awoke at the hospital bed. He looked so concerned, a frown creased deep in his face. “Are you not in pain anymore?”

No, not quite much anymore, you wanted to say, but your throat felt so dry and you only managed to shake your head lightly.

“That’s good,” he let out a relieved sigh, and that was when you notice your brother at the corner of the room, looking at you two with a somewhat exasperated expression, but then he smiled.

Who knew a severe case of appendicitis would lead to Yuji giving his complete approval for you to date his best friend, huh?

But life is nothing if not full of obstacles. The next obstacle you faced after Yuji’s finding out was your parents.

“Look Y/N, we know. Megumi is a good guy,” you mother started. “We've known him for a long time, of course, personality-wise, we have nothing against him.”

You bit your lower lip in frustration. Beside you at the dinner table, Yuji kept his silence, but listened attentively too.

“It’s just… the matters of his family,” your father added, carefully choosing his words.

“His father is never in the picture, is he? And there are also rather unsettling news about him too.” Your mother was always the one being more straightforward.

Both you and Yuji knew it already. As of now, Megumi only had his stepsister, and last you heard, his father was gambling somewhere and then became a convict. Megumi said he had cut ties with him, but there was no such thing as an ex-father. Until forevermore, Fushiguro Toji, a criminal, was his biological father.

“Mom, I know your concern,” Yuji had finally decided to step up, and you were grateful for that. “Fushiguro won’t end up—”

“Yes, we know,” your mother emphasized, letting out a sigh. “But we are your parents, Yuji, Y/N. If there’s even the slightest chance, we worry. We want the best for you. Always.”

You were at a loss.

You were young, and yet you already saw him in your distant future. Being with Megumi felt so right and comfortable. He was your safe space as you were his.

But you also understood where your parents’ concerns came from, or at least tried to. At least until you found out how your father approached Megumi to talk him into thinking your relationship over.

"How could you, Dad?" you asked, aghast. "You're... practically intimidating him into breaking up with me!"

"Y/N, listen—I never meant it like that," your father tried to explain himself, and yet you were already too heartbroken to hear him, and so you shut the door to your room, not giving him any chance.

Why did your relationship suddenly become everyone's business? Why couldn't they just let you be an adult?

Megumi could still hear your father's words rang in his ears.

"Y/N... we raised her with love and care," your father said with a forlorn expression. By all means, Megumi knew that he meant well. "She's always spoiled, my only daughter... Megumi-kun, you must understand, it's not easy for us too."

He knew that his rather colorful past would get in the way one way or another, and he had come to accept it. But it still stung, because of course, he wanted full blessings from the family of the girl he fell in love with.

You were like a ray of sunshine in his dreary life. Like Yuji, your presence had made an impact on him. Your cute smiles, pouts and vulnerability around him... he loved them all.

He would get upset when you looked sad, just as you were now.

"It's really okay... Y/N." He swiftly wiped your tears with his thumb, as you sniffled. "I didn't take it to heart. Your father is just worried about you... I can understand that."

"But still—h-he shouldn't do that," you replied amidst your small sobs. Above all, you didn't want your father to have spooked him. "Megumi... I don't want to break up with you."

And honestly he didn't expect that. You were afraid of him... leaving you?

He, who did everything he could, just to have you to be by his side?

"Sir, I know where you are coming from. As of now, I don't have much. But I can say this with confidence—I... love your daughter very much, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she is happy."

"Stupid," he huffed, putting a hand on your head, before messing up your hair. And gosh, you were so cute, glaring at him through your lashes.

"I won't. I've told your father that too actually."

"Just give me two years," Megumi added with unwavering voice, staring at your father earnestly. "After graduation, I'm getting my life in order. I'll secure a stable job and do my best. I'm... going to prove it to you, and you can be the judge if I can finally deserve Y/N or not."

He was 16 when he knew you, seeing you as nothing but a little girl too timid to approach him. And he was 19 when he realized that you were everything he wanted in a girl of his dreams.

At one point in his life, Megumi thought it was okay to be alone. But ever since getting to know you, he realized that loving and being loved by you were the greatest happiness of existence.

"Thank you," he muttered afterwards, as you were still starstruck that he apparently had the balls to declare something like that before your father.

"Thank you for giving me so much love. Because of you, I realized that I too deserve to be loved."

You could feel tears glassing your eyes once again. “You are. I’m glad that you finally think so.”

And that was it—your love story. Something that had started when you were 15, and ended ten years later when you were 25, with swearing your love for each other in front of the sacred altar before your closest family and friends, and Megumi by your side.

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Scars Like Cobwebs on Your Face - Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 246 Warnings: SPOILER FOR UP TO CHAPTER 213, facial scars, mentions of past wounds and blood Summary: The first time, Megumi spots the scars on your face

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It was the first warm day of spring, when Megumi noticed the fine scars on your face. The two of you were sitting outside at one of the tables underneath the blooming Sakura blossoms. The sun had gained its strength back in the last couple of days, and finally it was warm enough to sit outside. Megumi was glad he had recovered from the whole ordeal of last autumn and winter enough to spend the first real day of spring outside with you. Even though right now you were working on a project Gojō had given to the two of you.

Megumi wondered if his white-haired and cockier than ever teacher couldn’t have spared them this stupid project in the last week of their first year, especially since it had been less than a month since Megumi had woken up after the final battle in Shinjuku. But Gojō was annoying and had given them the task anyway.

The classroom felt strangely empty without Kugisaki there, but Yūji made up for it with being more energetic than ever. Much to Megumi’s surprise Yūji had even been the first one to finish his part for the group work, and since he had been sent on a small mission, this left Megumi and you to add the finishing touches. Not that Megumi was complaining about the time he got to spend with you. No, much on the contrary. He was very pleased to get some alone time with you, even though he would have preferred spending it by talking about almost anything other than homework.

A soft spring breeze was tucking at the cardigan you had wrapped around your shoulders, and absentmindedly you pulled it back into place, ignoring the strand of hair that had blown into your face and now clung to your cheek. Megumi wished he could reach over and brush it behind your ear, but his heart stuttered at the mere thought of it. Unthinkable to actually do it. But his eyes stayed glued to your face, watching as you leant closer over the paper, writing tiny signs neatly into the lines. 

The sunlight caught delicately on your lashes, making them glow, and the shadow of a few blossoms painted faint shadows on your skin. It was then that Megumi noticed the fine line that stretched from the side of your nose down to the corner of your mouth.

He blinked, surprised that he had never seen the scar before, and leant in a little closer; just a little so you wouldn’t notice while being focused on your course work. The scar was several shades lighter than your skin tone, and left and right of it, Megumi could even see the small puncture wounds where it had been stitched. His heart hurt at the thought that at one point you had been injured badly enough to having had to get stitches, especially in the face. He wondered when it had happened. During the culling game? He was fairly certain that you hadn’t had this scar last summer. He had spent enough time staring at you to know.

His eyes skipped further over your features, as if searching for any other imperfections he had not previously spotted, and stopped on another, short but equally fine line under your right eye. It was slightly discolored, barely noticeable even in the bright light of the afternoon sun, but now that Megumi really looked at you, he could just about make it out. Even though the wound had long healed, the proximity to your eyes unsettled him. How close you had been to losing your eye to whatever had caused that wound! Megumi’s eyes flickered over to your left side, almost as if to assure himself that your other eye was fine, had never been as close to losing sight as the right one.

Instead of comfort, he found another thin line under your eye, this one even closer to your lashes. And there, very faint but definitely there, were small scars on your eyelid. On your eyelid! Which god had looked out for you when you had been hurt that day, whenever that had been?

Megumi worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept studying the fine scars on your skin, when suddenly a thought popped into his head, that made him almost physically sick. Had he been the one who had caused these scars? Had that happened during the short battle you and Yūji had fought against Sukuna? Had Megumi’s own hands caused these scars that now spread over your face like thin cobwebs?

“You can ask, you know? I won’t be mad.”

The sound of your voice tore Megumi out of his thoughts. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, not turning your head to look at him. It was then, that Megumi realized just how close he had moved, his nose almost bumping your cheek. His breath caught in his throat, but instead of pulling away, he only tilted his head. The motion caused the distance between your faces to increase by a fraction, but you, instead of pulling away fully, turned your head just enough to be able to look at him better, immediately narrowing the gap again.

Megumi swallowed.

“Ask what,” he wondered, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, before focusing back on him, your gaze tracking his as his eyes flickered back to the scars.

“Don’t play dumb Fushiguro. We both know you’re not.”

“I’m not sure I want to know the truth,” he answered, more honestly this time, the way your tongue darted out, wetting your lips not escaping his attention. He wondered what they tasted like.

“Just ask.”

“How did you get these-”

He didn’t finish the sentence, and instead reached up with his hand, brushing the fingertip of his index finger over the scar by your nose and then over the one underneath your left eye. Had your breath just hitched? He quickly pretended to cover the slight contact up by tucking the strand of hair out of your face where it had still clung to your cheek.

“Sukuna,” you answered, and Megumi felt his heart plummet. “He kicked me off that roof and straight through the window of an office building. I was able to catch the worst impact, but not the glass splinters.”

Megumi felt his throat close up. It had been him, who had injured him, his own hands had hurt you, caused you pain. How were you even able to stand looking at his face? He tried hard to get his breathing back in check, his hands tensing into fists involuntarily, nails digging into his palms painfully.

“Stop it,” you whispered, and Megumi wondered if you had leant even closer. Your warm breath fanned cover his skin comfortingly, your familiar scent filled his nose and calmed him down. “Stop. I know what’s going on in this head and I don’t like it.” Your warm hand came up to the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheeks softly, before it fell back into your lap. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. Megumi, it wasn’t you, who hurt me. And I don’t blame you.”

“But if I- if I had tried to-“

“Shut up.”

For the fraction of a second Megumi was tempted to answer with a stubborn ‘make me’ just to find out if you’d kiss him to shut him up, like in this one movie you had watched together the other weekend, you and him sitting somewhat closer than he usually would have deemed acceptable between friends. But to him you were not just a friend. And he was not ready for the feeling of disappointment that would settle in his chest if you didn’t kiss him to shut him up. But he didn’t have much more time to think about it, because after a short pause you continued talking.

“I don’t blame you. Nobody does. I’m just glad you’re back with me.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words. Not back with ‘us’, but back with ‘me’. His cheeks burnt up with a blush as you watched his reaction before you nudged your nose against his very softly as if you were scared to overstep a boundary. But you didn’t even have to move in to nudge him like this, that was how close the two of you had gravitated towards each other already.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Your voice was only a whisper, your lips already so close to his that he could literally feel them move around the words they formed.

“Do you want me to,” he asked back equally quiet, his heart beating hard in his chest.

“I’ve wanted you to kiss me since last summer, but thanks for noticing,” you teased, making him almost laugh.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “for making you wait.”

And with that he lent in the last fraction of an inch, eyes fluttering closed, pressing his lips to yours firmly.

He could feel the shiver than ran through you, how you shifted closer to him, one hand coming to rest on his knee beside you, the other reaching up to his neck. Cool fingertips ghosted over the baby hair on his nape twirled them for a moment before wrapping more tightly into his longer strands. A strange sensation of victory settled in Megumi’s heart as he, spurred on by your touch, found the courage to reach out too, settling his hands on your waist. He struggled to understand how he got lucky enough to find himself in this position, how he deserved to sit under cherry blossoms and kiss you. It hardly seemed possible that you returned his feelings, but your lips against his, your hand in his hair, the little shivers that ran through your body every time he shifted his palms against the rigid fabric of your uniform assured him of your feelings.

There were no words needed, and when your tongue nudged against his lips almost hesitantly, there were no words left in his head anyway. All his focus was on you, the rest of the world had stopped existing, as far as he cared. Whenever he peeked out from underneath his lashes, he could see your skin, your own lashes fluttering against your cheeks, resting on these fine scars he had only noticed today for the first time.

His nose was filled with the scent of your hair, his heart beating so loud in his ears that he struggled out make out the uneven, almost shaky breaths you took as you pressed closer to him. Your lips tasted sweet, like the iced tea the two of you had shared at the vending machine before coming here, and Megumi wondered if his lips tasted the same. Underneath his palms, he could feel the shifting of your muscles, your warmth seeping through the fabric. And suddenly it was all too much. Not that he could ever get enough of you, but his senses seemed to go into overdrive, and Megumi pulled away, leaning back while gasping for breath, his eyes widened.

“Megumi,” alarmed you pulled your hands away from where they had rested on his body, and immediately he missed your touch. “What’s wrong?”

A smile tucked at his lips then, one of these rare smiles, that you once had told him you liked seeing on him so much.

“Just- overwhelmed,” he admitted, and he watched you bite your lip, almost as if you were ashamed. Gods, now he knew what your lips felt like on his, what they tasted like. He wanted to taste them again.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, sitting back properly again from where you had shifted to be closer to him.

“I’m not,” Megumi shook his head. “So you don’t be it either. I just… I’ve gotta get used to it. If you want.”

You looked up at him again, your eyes shimmering with something Megumi had seen in your expression only a few times before. He hadn’t been able to put a word to it then, but he was now: love.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, a smile growing brighter on your lips.

Megumi was pretty sure his heart was about to give out with how frantically it was beating. He had liked you almost for a whole year, practically since the day you had showed up for the first class of the school year. You had had him wrapped around your little finger from the first day on, with how clever you were, how you handled his sarcasm and shot right back, with how you took no shit, dealt with Gojō and everything else really. And now that you knew of his feelings for you, you had not turned him down. How had he gotten so lucky?

“Can I kiss you again,” Megumi asked, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

When you nodded, he brought his hand up to your chin, cupping it softly, and leant in again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your mouth. Nothing as deep as the first one, but just enough to catch another taste of the sweetness of your lips.

“I could get used to that,” you whispered, as Megumi pulled away from the short kiss to be able to look at you, his thumb ghosting absentmindedly over the scar between your nose and your lips.

He nodded in agreement and smiled again.

“That can be arranged,” he chuckled and leant in again.

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[meguemii]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ M. Fushiguro

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no warnings, just silly fluff and lowk something suggestive is implied if you squint your eyes enough

Megumi is SO BLUNT around you i swearrr, you make him stop functioning to the point he says everything the moment it pops into his head. You’re walking with Inumaki around Jujutsu high and run into Megumi and you greet him and he just blurts out “holy shit you look hot today” then he realizes what he said and hides in his uniform and speed walks away leaving you and Inumaki there shocked.

He runs to Yuji to sob. he doesn’t even know why he said what he said and thinks he can never face you again. After a week of activitly avoiding you, you decide to seek him out. “Hey Fushiguro? If you’re avoiding me because of that awkward incident from last week, I didn’t find it weird. it was quite flattering!” you tried to reassure him and his mind goes blank once again. “Y/N please stop talking to me or i’m going to go insane” LOL WHAT?? You stand there stunned as he does the same comical speed walk away that he did last time.

This won’t ever stop until you make a move on him, IF you make a move on him. Megumi Fushiguro is so attracted to you the poor guy just stops working and everyyyone teases him about it, and when Gojo finds out he loses his mind and Megumi will literally never ever hear the end of it. (especially from Nobara)

Megumi Fushiguro’s Playlist

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Another little Megumi HC because I have so many for him [sobs] I have a Suna fic in the works, should be posted tomorrow night!! Sorry if this is really short

[selarina]

Contains jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers. Proceed at your own peril.

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, canon-divergence, thoughts about illness, mortality and death, mention of violence

There’s a patter against the roof of your house, it’s heavy and loud like falling stones. You lie in your bed and it feels toasty and warm and suffocating — all at once.

Your eyes flit to the man beside you. Megumi Fushiguro laid beside you. Half here, half there, and night after night, you've wondered if he’ll wake up and return to being the demon he was once possessed by. Sukuna's been a lingering spectre since his return. Sukuna's been a lingering spectre since the dawn of time.

He nestles into your neck, “Why are you up?” His words land ticklish and breathily warm against your neck. A shiver coursed through you.

“Can’t sleep,” you respond, your fingers gently carding through his hair. “You shouldn’t sleep with wet hair. You’ll get a cold, 'Gumi.”

He hummed in response, burrowing deeper into your neck as his grip around your waist tightened. He thinks it would be wonderful to fall ill right now. It’s odd but having been away from the sunlight, from you, and from life, for so long, he thinks he'd gladly welcome illness — it’s only a reminder that he’s alive; a reminder that his body is fighting for him even though he’s unaware of it consciously.

“You think we should go back,” you ask, posing the question that has been lingered with you for some time now.

“Back?” he mumbled, his voice languid. “To Jujutsu Society?”

"I meant school, but it is much the same, I suppose," you mused with a sense of dejection and humour.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I know we have to at some point.”

“We could run away,” you say, your words leaving your mouth, all too suddenly. You don’t even truly mean it but once the words are out, it seems possible. But you suppose anything could seem possible when your boyfriend brushes shoulders with Death himself.

“We can’t,” he responds. His words aren't firm, nor are they defensive but he resigns to it — that no matter how far they ran, they would always return

“We can,” you say, drawling. “We won’t but we can.”

“We won’t but we can,” he mirrors your drawl in near whispers.

You sigh, your hand moving from his hair to his back before he hisses. “Sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hand immediately. “Does it still hurt?”

"Somewhat," he replied. Your gaze drifted to the claw marks etched upon his back — it will scar but you’re almost glad it will. It's a reminder of his internal fight with Sukuna. A reminder of his way back to mortality. A reminder of his return to you.

“We should see Shoko again,” you say, your hand back to his hair, sweeping gentle patterns back and forth, hoping they’re enough to put him to sleep.

"We will," he promises. "But for now..." He lifts his hand and lays it on your eyes, gently veiling it from the world beyond. "You should sleep. You're tired too."

"I will," you affirmed, managing a faint chuckle. Reaching for his hand, you guided it from your eyes to your lips, leaving a tender kiss upon his bruised, blood-red knuckles.

Truth is you’re scared to fall asleep, you’re scared to watch time pass — what if you wake up and it’s the last day you’ve had with him? But you know it’s an impossible game, really. You can’t sleep because of the future, nor could you reside entirely in the present. What a cruel fate the universe has gifted you with.

You closed your eyes, striving to pretend or perhaps genuinely attempting to sleep. A slew of thoughts, alongside a slew of images occupy your mind but you resign to it, slow breathing and gentle movement of your hand — at least until he falls asleep, you tell yourself as you continue.

Then you heard it, a gentle humming. Your eyes snapped open, fixing upon him. He was humming, his eyelashes flutter open as he looks up to you, and he smiles. A soft smile for a soft man.

You close your eyes with a smile, and you can only assume that he does too as he nestled into you, adjusting himself into a comfortable position. He continues humming — you recognise the tune. His mother's favourite song.

"We should leave," you say with your eyes still closed. "We should."

"If that's what you want," he begins. "I'll walk out with you," he says plainly.

But you know you won't and so, he won't. A cruel endless cycle, yet at least there is grace in knowing he would live to see another day, even if it's to walk you to work, knocking on Death's door as you stand side by side, hand in hand, fervently hoping that the door would remain unanswered.

[shotosjupiter]

DATING FUSHIGURO MEGUMI...

notes: modern + university! au

warnings: mentions of food

𖥻 he's hesitant when it comes to physical affection. he’s never been one to initiate it, but when it comes to you he’ll find that his hand will somehow make its way to yours.

𖥻 megumi is someone who finds comfort with the feeling of your palm against his - it grounds him.

𖥻 he’s never been on dates before, so by the time he wants to take you on your (and his) first date, he’s utterly lost on where he’s supposed to take you.

𖥻 he ends up taking you to the local art museum and then a cafe as your first date. (he most definitely pulls that one line, “the art was so beautiful, wasn’t it?” “i dunno… i thought you were more beautiful.”)

𖥻 works at the coffee shop next to his university and always brings back one of your favorite drinks/pastries on the way home to you.

𖥻 speaking of work... he most definitely comes home and immediately starts complaining about some dumb customer that came in or how annoying his coworkers were being that day

𖥻 megumi who practically lives in your apartment because his roommate, yuuji, always has one too many people for him to remain calm at his own residence

𖥻 megumi also happens to have a whole side of your closet dedicated just for him due to how frequent his visits are

𖥻 on days that he's extraordinarily tired (whether that be from homework, classes, work, or just restlessness) he'll drag you by your hand into his bed and just cuddle with you until he falls asleep. the warmth and comfort of you being right next to him lulls him to rest instantaneously.

𖥻 megumi never really knows how to express his love properly (his love language is acts of service) and so he finds doing small actions to help you out is the best way to show it.

𖥻 he’ll do things like packing your lunch for you on days he knows you’ll be busy, tidying your room after coming back from a difficult exam, or helping you with your night routine.

𖥻 he has a tendency to kiss your knuckles. (no explanation, he just does it)

𖥻 likes reading the books you’ve read and going over any annotations or highlighted areas you’ve left and picturing the scene from your perspective.

𖥻 he always smells just slightly of cologne. whenever you hug him, the scent of the perfume is almost instilled in his clothes but oh so lightly: it’s like the cologne persisted through a load of laundry and so now he smells of laundry and his perfume.

𖥻 megumi lets you paint his nails whatever color you wish, as long as you’re the one who’s painted them. they tend to be chipped by the end of the day though, but he’ll keep it on until it’s completely wiped away.

𖥻 whenever he kisses you, he grasps your chin with one hand and your cheek with the other, essentially cradling your face in his hands as he kisses you.

𖥻 he’s extraordinarily good at math, and so he’ll try to tutor you when you need help (keyword: tries)

“what happened to focusing, hm?” megumi mused in a low tone.

you couldn’t help it, he looked so pretty sitting next to you, his face in deep concentration as he figured a way to explain the equation before you. at least he was before he noticed that you weren’t paying attention to a word he said and rather just staring at him.

a hand snaked it’s way to cradle your chin as megumi looks at you intently. “how about you focus for me, love? yeah?”

a small smile lays upon his face as he murmurs, “and then maybe we can do something else afterward, as a prize for focusing, hm?”

you nodded in return, adoration sparkling in your eyes. you felt megumi leave a chaste kiss on your cheek before he turned your head gently back to math in front of you.

[iwaizumisbabe]

WE BOTH IN SUITS; Fushiguro M.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

→ in which Megumi and y/n prepare for an important event in Megumi's room

→ Fushiguro Megumi x male!Reader

→ angst, hurt/no comfort

→ AGED UP CHARACTER/MARRIGE

→ 0.5k

MEGUMIS ROOM

Without knocking, you entered Megumi's room where he was sitting on his bed reading one of his thousands of books.

His shikigami, one black and one white dog, were lying on a fluffy carpet next to the sleeping accommodation. Their ears were erect, but their tails wagged as they recognised you.

While you smoothed out the jacket of your suit once more, the black-haired man put his book aside.

"Megumi, you're wrinkling your whole suit," you complained. Megumi rolled his eyes and tapped the spot next to him.

"Is it that important?" he asked.

"No. No, it's not ," you said as you sat down next to him. There were so many more important things than this stupid suit.

"You look good. Ehm- in that suit, I mean."

"Thank you very much," you whispered. Megumi didn't say things like that often. So you were even more pleased if it did happen.

"You too. I've been waiting a long time to see you in a suit."

You leaned back against the wall where the bed was standing at.

"Remember when Yuji was dead and Gojo just kept it from Nobara and you for two months?"

"Hmm..."

"I couldn't believe that after such a short time you could really grieve a little for someone. So, you were really sad without really knowing him," you were silent for a moment.

"God, I miss Yuji so much...", Megumi was visibly uncomfortable, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Or when we happened to meet in town and Yuji, Nobara and Gojo pulled that shit..." you had to chuckle.

"No wonder you didn't want me to meet them. I mean, twinkle, twinkle, little star? Seriously?!", now you were really laughing.

"That was just embarrassing..."

"You know very well that they only wanted the be-...", your words were interrupted by a knock.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking curiously at the black-haired man.

Gojo, also wearing a suit, entered the room.

"Who are you talking to, (y/n)?" the white-haired man asked, slightly confused.

"What do you mean?" you asked, a little disoriented, "With Megumi, of course..."

"(Y/n), please. I know it's hard for you-...", your loud voice interrupted him.

"No, NO- NO! I don't want to hear it", some tears ran down your cheeks. Hundreds more would follow today.

"(Y/n)-...", Gojo tried again.

"Don't you see the shikigami?" you asked desperately.

"No, (y/n)... They are not here. They left with him and you know it as well as I do," the only thing visible on his face was pure pity. I can't see this anymore; make it stop!

"No, they're right here. And so is he; really!" you scream, "MEGUMI, SAY SOMETHING!" this time your scream was directed at the black-haired man himself.

"You know he won't hear me, (y/n)," Megumi replied calmly.

"You have to let go (y/n). Let him and the memories of him finally rest," now a slight smile graced Gojo's face.

You didn't have to let them rest or forget him at all, but the man with the white hair wouldn't understand that, because Megumi would always follow you. He and his Shikigami. They had been doing that all along.

And the suit you were wearing?

Unfortunately, it was not for a wedding, even if the silver ring around your finger wanted to prove you wrong.

It was for his funeral.

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CAPTIVATED BY YOU

Chapter 2 : An hunch and goodbye

FLASHBACK. (A fortnight in the past)

Y/N's POV

Yuji-Nii I am going to head out now , remember to eat and sleep on time I hav-

"Yeah Yeah y/n I know everything and I can take care of myself now you just go and win the competition it's not like am gonna awake some demon while doing our woodoo stuff in the occult club " said my older twin while cutting me off .

It's not going to be my first time going for some competition out of the town but this time I have a feeling a hunch that I should not. While sighing I bidded my goodbye to him

Ok Yuji-Nii I would be heading out then . Bye!! Take care !!

As soon as I got out of shabby but cozy apartment I saw my friends waiting down , I quickly descended down the stairs and greeted them and headed to the train station .

On our way to the station I noticed something that only I could , there are more of them here then there were since the time I was born, it was unusual. Those weird and creepy creatures are more in number than ever before the feeling that I had which told me to not too leave my older twin alone grew stronger but I knew that nobody but Yuji-Nii would be the happiest person if I could win the competition . Ignoring the unusual feeling I reluctantly boarded the train and headed to Tokyo.

After some hours we reached our destination, it was night ,we had a 3 days stay in Tokyo for the first 2 days we would be busy with the competition and on the 3rd day we would be having the award ceremony and some fun .

I got off the train and headed to Shibuya my group and I were aweed by the beauty of Tokyo we only visited Tokyo thrice but it was only a 1 day stay , so we didn't had time to discuss Tokyo like now . I was looking around for the hotel while admiring the busy market , and that's when my clumsy ness kicked in I bumped into someone and feel first on my butt .

Ouch . I winced in pain

" Are you ok?? " I heard an unknown voice. I looked up saw a boy maybe he was around my age.

Black obsidian spiky hair , green eyes , a spotless skin , he was like a rottweiler .

Yeah I am ok , just fell a bit too hard . I replied while maintaining the eye contact

" I sorry about my childish teacher he is just…… stupid he got excited about sweets and then you bumped into you and then you know . " said the green eyed boy in embarassment while offering a hand .

I turned a little and saw a lamppost like man with white hair giggling and drooling infront of the bakery.

'Ohh it's ohk but can you tell me where this hotel is . I asked while showing him the template of the hotel ." I asked

"Ohh yeah I know just go strait for 50 meters from here ."

I thanked the stranger and went back to my group , we checked in hotel all excited about the competition and our stay at Tokyo.

Second day

Waking up the nect day we all were ready for the competition I was checking myself for the last minute when the mirror broke out of nowhere . I was surprised at that it isn't a good omen my thoughts rushed to all of the possibilities I could think of from anyone getting hurt to us losing the competition to what not dazed by my own thoughts I didn't even noticed my friends calling me out to ask if I was ok .

We had to pay for the stupid mirror and checked out .

We boarded the train and gosh the trains in Tokyo are so damn crowded I was sandwiched between people and it was so so damn uncomfortable.

Swoosh thud

You creep what were you trying to do

Turing around I saw a jet black haired person pinning a man down on the floor . He snatched the phone from his hands and then scoffed saying " I am handing you to the police for taking someone's picture without their permission that too of under their skirts you creep " the boy then stepped on his face and pressed his foot more making the man lying down wince in pain . He than looked at me with his green eys and scolded me in annoyence " You need to be more carefull of your surroundings miss ."

It was than that i realised that the man on the floor was trying to take pictures of me I was taken back but then a sense of relief rushed to me that i was wearing safety shorts .

"Thankyou for helping me and I have always worn safety shorts but I am still thankful mister……… aren't you the boy from yesterday who was with the white haired lamppost " I said

He scoffed at me " That doesn't matters. "

He got out of the train with the man as the train had stopped.

Third Day

On the third day after the competition was finished I recieved a Phone call from Yuji-Nii on the way back to my house I was just about to tell him about win and that i would be at home in half an hour but what he told me next shook my core .

"GRANDPA ………… he is dead."

My fell out of my hand the train had just reached the station I ran straight towards the hospital.

Our grandfather was dead he was like a father to us and like our real father he bid goodbye without even me being there in his last time . He left us it had to be a lie there is no way he can be that cruel.

My own mind ate me I ran as fast as I could not caring that cars would run over me and I would be dead I had to see my grandfather no matter what ?

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So this is it for this chapter I know it's short but I have some stupid tests going on and am so so so sorry.

Thank you for reading

[shinyac0re]

━━━ 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼

gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, Megumi ━━━

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱

Pt 1

-gojo

-geto

-nanami

-yuji

-megumi

[misssremy]

men that would edge you to your complete and total limit. with your eyes rolling back, toes curled, moaning and panting his name that your about to cum, he immediately stops his thrust and pulls out of your sloppy pussy faster than a click. with you begging for him to keep going he teases and teases until he’s finally satisfied and let’s you cum.

‘f-fuck keep going!~ im almost there!’ you scream as he pounds his thick, hard dick deep inside your pussy, with both hands holding your legs wide open he pulls out from you almost immediately and you leaves moaning, begging him to keep going. ‘please, let me cum please!’ seeing you desperately rub your thighs together begging him to continue he slides two fingers in your dripping pussy that’s practically molded in the shape of his cock. ‘mmm you think you deserve to cum? think ya can beg me harder? like the slutty, obedient little girl you are?’

[dottedsilktie]

Red Chevy baby

Spring cleaning always gets you emotional, especially when it's time for Toji to try - and fail - to get rid of your beloved old red Chevy. This year, you take a trip down memory lane and Toji takes it as a chance to share a cautionary tale with your son, Megumi.

cw : +18, smut, car sex, swearing and mild degradation, love confessions, breeding kink, piv, unprotected sex, pet names, fluff

Toji is standing in your home’s garage, a hand on his hip, his sharp gaze zeroed in on the old Camaro collecting dust in a dark corner. You watch him from where you’re lounging on the long chair he’s set up for you on the nearby grass. It’s a scene you’re familiar with, one you’ve seen unfold many times before but it still strikes the same bittersweet feeling in you.

He mutters something to himself, now putting both hands on his hips and widening his stance. It almost looks like he’s staring down the car, a silent battle of wits. The old cherry red carcass is the same as ever - impassible, quiet, happy to rest after years of being well-loved. You peer at it over the rim of your sunglasses and it looks like an apparition, specks of muted carmine flashing through a dust haze. What used to be sleek lines, is now worn out and dulled, and somehow more charming than when Toji first bought it. You still remember the first time he’d picked you up in it.

It was his first big splurge : clean money, he’d sworn on his life and when you told him it didn’t mean anything, he doubled down and swore on the brand new pony car. He took you for a test drive in the city, a little self-satisfied smirk on his face the whole ride. Above all, you remember the way his smug smirk grew into a genuine boyish smile when you finally told him how proud he’d made you. It felt like he’d atoned for everything he’d done in his wretched life before you. It was also a tacit promise, one of a better life – a clean one.

He kept true to his words after that and the little Camaro was his witness through it all. In every little scratch to its bumper, there’s a story you reminisce about with misty eyes.

Toji snaps you out of your little daydream, grumbling “I’m getting rid of her for good this time”. He turns to face you with an already wavering determination. You’ve had the same talk countless times before ; his going in the garage for spring cleaning, gauging the car up and threatening to get rid of it, only to come back inside with a defeated air and a mumbled promise to do it some other time.

It’s endearing, the ill-masked sentimentality of it all.

So you play along, sighing and getting up from your chair, strutting to him with a wry smile. “Are you now ?”, you quip with a quirked brow. “Hell yeah I am, it’s just a pile of junk ; why the fuck should we keep it ? Just takes up space”, he grumbles.

The feigned irritation in his voice doesn’t match the softness in his eyes or the sappy upwards twitch of his scarred lip when he stares at the Camaro for a tad too long. You press yourself against him then, your arms encircling his waist, “Or we can just keep it, maybe take it out for a drive some time. You could even repair it, hand it down to Megs !”. You sound hopeful and you feel Toji relax in your hold until you mention Megumi, then he freezes and stares down at you, gaze nothing short of horrified.

“Absolutely not, do you want the fucker to knock up some girl in there ? We both know this car is fucking cursed or something”. He shivers against you and you just laugh. Your effervescent fit of giggles soothes his initial horror, and he lets out a deep laugh of his own.

There’s a beat of silence when you share a knowing grin, both reminiscing on shameless moonlit trysts in the backseat of Toji’s car, when he was still rooming with Shiu and the urge to fuck you got the better of him. It was easier to have you in the ‘privacy’ of his car than to risk having Shiu hear your pretty whimpers of pleasure Toji treasured so much, he reasoned. He was as territorial as they come - still is - so you grew well acquainted with the cool leather seats of the cramped Camaro.

One occurrence stands out, though. At the time you hadn’t seen him in days, away on a job of your own, and when you reunited you were both beyond pent-up. For the first time you were the one begging him for a quick fuck, just something to dull the edge of the sharp want twisting your insides before Shiu was out of Toji’s hair so he could make up for lost time properly.

Toji was quick to agree, driving you in a secluded parking lot. Before he could even turn the engine down, you were lunging towards him, one hand supporting you on the centre console and the other twisting in the fabric of his shirt. You were already a wanton mess, kissing the corner of his scarred lips in a silent plea for more and he was too happy to be desired to deny you, opening his mouth to sloth his tongue against yours. It was messy and sloppy, a cacophony of broken whimpers and the unmistakable rustling of clothes being shed.

He swiftly pulled you on his lap, ridding you of your blouse and kissing his way down to your collarbones. He was a man starved, sucking shamelessly at the sensitive skin above your breasts then trailing wet kisses up the exposed column of your throat, relishing in your little mewls and the fevered drag of your clothed cunt on his growing bulge.

“I missed you so much, pretty girl - fucking hell, I couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he groaned into your skin, deft fingers undoing your bra with practised ease and moving to pull at your pebbled nipples. Even in your lust fuelled high, you could find it in you to be flustered, his words going straight to your untouched clit and making you squirm harder against him.

It should’ve been ridiculous to feel so much from so little, pleasure overpowering the discomfort of the empty belt buckle digging in your knee, the shame of dripping in your underwear just from words and small kisses but you’d never wanted anyone more and you were past hiding it.

You ground your hips harder into him, cupping his face and pulling his mouth away from where he was biting down on your nipple to kiss him fervently, pleading into his mouth, “Toji, more – Fuck, I need you, I missed you too”. He smiled against your kiss, running his hands down your sides then holding your waist in a loose grip, forcing you into a slower, more deliberate rhythm against his leaking cock. “Yeah ? What do you need, baby ? Say it and I’ll give it to you”, he cooed against your lips but before you could answer he was already dragging into another searing open-mouthed kiss, his hold on your waist tightening into a bruising grip. You drank down everything he had to offer, spit running past the corner of your lips, and he was just as eager to taste you.

You wordlessly guided one of his hands down to the hem of your skirt and when his thumb grazed the damp lace of your underwear, you almost let out an airy whimper of his name. You were back to humping his cock straining against his jeans, no real rhythm to your movements, just the urge to feel more, give more then take everything he had to offer.

Toji took care of you though, like he always did : he dug his large fingers into your thigh enough to hurt, slowing you down and making you wince against his lips, then he was pulling your ruined panties to the side and running a finger along your slit. He hissed at the contact and you moaned. “Soaking wet already, my baby’s so eager for me”, he mused to himself, a heady pleasure starting to cloud his senses.

“A couple of days away got your pretty pussy leaking just from a few kisses, poor baby ; want me to make it better, fuck the neediness out of you ?”, he mumbled against your throat, hiding the alarming shade of red flushing his cheeks, relieved that he could conceal his arousal behind yours.

It only heightened your pleasure as you nodded fervently and chased the fingers he used to pinch and pull at your puffy lips, breathlessly asking for “Just one finger, please Toji”.

Your little pleas, so desperate and polite but unmistakably ravenous, made his head swim with pleasure so he stopped his teasing and traced a finger down to your hole, circling it. He swore he could hear the ecstasy in your airy voice when you sunk down on his finger, rocking your hips back and forth and fuck, you were tighter than usual, so much wetter too.

When you’ve been starved for days, every little touch is magnified so you rode his digits like you would his cock - eyes closed and walls spasming, and you were rewarded with another thick finger sinking in you and curling alongside the first. Toji spread them out inside of you and circled your clit in small, measured strokes of his thumb, eager to have more of your slick pouring down his palm, to see your pretty face twist in pleasure while you fucked yourself on his hand. He was obsessed with the idea of you using him to get off, it was exhilarating ; it sent a rush like no other in him, a tingling sensation blooming in his chest followed by a jolt of pleasure in his cock and a heady pride clouding his mind.

“Are you close ?”, he whispered in between sucks to one of your pert nipples. He knew you were, could easily tell from how much you were leaking and shaking around his fingers, but he liked hearing your whiny voice slur out the words anyway. “Y-Yeah, I’m so close Toji, please keep going”, you pleaded, high-pitched and needy. Suddenly, he stopped moving his fingers inside of you and bit down on your nipple, hard. It made you squeak and jolt in his lap, your ruined orgasm paining you more than the mean tug of his teeth around your flesh. “Ask for it" , Toji groaned. "Beg me nicely and I might just let you cum".

You were all too happy to tell just how much you needed him, frenzied pleas bubbling out past your kiss-swollen lips before you could even think, “Please, please I need you; I-I– haven’t even touched myself in days; can’t cum without you anymore”.

It would’ve been pathetic if it didn’t get Toji’s dick impossibly harder, plaguing his mind with images of his darling girl trying to fuck herself to sleep in a dingy hotel room miles away from home, only to relent and let all that pent-up lust fester. He was getting drunk off of your little mewls and your hushed confessions, spurring you on, “Yeah ? You waited to come back to me so I can get you off ? Is that why you begged me to fuck you in the car like a whore ?”.

Because you were easy, his crudeness did it for you and you turned into a babbling mess, confessing to everything ; how you counted the days down until you could see him again, how you’d tried and failed to get yourself off to thoughts of his hands and mouth on you, how badly you needed him. It sent him in a frenzy, the pace of his fingers slamming in your cunt and against that tender spot inside you becoming truly brutal. Toji thought he might cum untouched just from the unmistakable clenching of your cunt around his fingers trying to suck him in and the high keen of his name escaping your rosy lips.

He covered up his own pleasured groans against your tits, mumbling shameless praise that heightened the ebb and flow of your orgasm, telling you just “What a fucking good girl you are, making a mess on me; you’re so beautiful when you cum, I need you to soak my cock like you did my fingers”.

He didn’t waste time reclining his seat and pushing it as far as possible from the steering wheel, taking his already leaking cock out of his trousers and pumping it a few times.

You were out of it, barely lucid after your first orgasm but you were already eyeing his cock with the voracious glint in your eyes that Toji’s became well acquainted with so he had no qualms about pushing you down into his cock even as you hissed and whined. He was courteous enough to let you experimentally roll your hips and get used to the burning stretch, but when you relaxed around him, he grabbed your ass and started guiding you up and down his length at a dizzying pace.

You were a wanton mess all over again, quickly recovering from the remnants of your first orgasm and already chasing the next and Toji just had to wonder how he even had it in him to let you go in the first place.

Every time you left for one of your business trips, he found himself yearning for you more. He craved you all the time and not just for the sex, these days he’s grown content to just do anything or nothing at all with you - running errands, watching movies, playing house at his tiny apartment when Shiu finally fucked off and he realised it only really felt like a home when you were there anyway, so maybe he was getting all sappy or maybe he --

“I love you”, he blurted out without thinking, balls deep inside you and face buried in your tits.

It was barely above a whisper but it was there, soft and weightless, and the air around you shifted under the pressure of things unsaid finally snapping.

You froze above him, pretty doe eyes looking down at him in awe and…relief ? He couldn’t be sure, not when the pale light of tired lampposts barely pierced through the darkness of the small car.

He almost wanted to backpedal, tell you that he didn’t mean it or laugh it off as crazed sex talk but then you were bending down to kiss him and his brain short-circuited.

You were painfully sweet, swollen lips brushing the scar bisecting his mouth and pressing featherlight kisses against his cheeks and jaw. “I love you too”, you whispered in a honeyed voice. It made him swallow around the lump in his throat, engorged cock twitching uncontrollably against your snug walls, and he thought that he could've died a happy man then and there.

He marvelled at how easy it was for you to make him spiral, your hushed confession was like a saccharine high that cut through a lifetime of bitterness, and he had to hear it again, begged you - “Say it again, say it”.

“I love you so much, honey” this time was even better than the first, deliberate and slow, your smile apparent in your voice. He laughed a little with you, breathless and so happy his chuckle threatened to break into a stifled sob. “Honey”, he parroted and you nodded, “Don’t like it ?”.

“I love it, wanna hear more”, he admitted in hushed whisper and you were eager to please him, lifting off your hips and slamming them back down against his with a drawled out moan of the pet name. Then you were the one fucking him, a slow rhythm of your ass slapping his thighs, the lull in between the sound of skin against skin filled with your mewled “I love you”’s.

“Don’t think I can let you go after this”, he mumbled into your chest, painfully honest, arms loosely draped around your waist just to slow you down. You laughed breathlessly against him, reaching a hand to brush inky black hair out of his eyes, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, Toji”.

You rolled your hips harder against him and squeezed around his length, “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me”.

That’s all the reassurance he needed before he picked up speed again, thrusting his hips up so he could fuck into you and draw more of those happy little sounds he loved so much. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, drinking in how well you took him and how beautiful you looked, then everything he’s held back spilt out, a diluvian stream of consciousness - confessions of you how long he’s loved you, how he couldn’t bear to be separated from you, how hard he’s tried to get clean just for you.

It had you sobbing against him, his new-found candour and the brutal drag of his veiny cock in your sensitive cunt igniting a white-hot pleasure deep in your belly.

What got you though is his the strain in his voice when he promised to become even better just for you, nonsensical babbles about domestic bliss - “I’ll be so good to you sweetheart, I’ll give my pretty girl anything she needs - fuck, I’ll get you a nice ring and a white picket fence house and – a-aah shit, you’re sucking me in – anything at all, just say the word and it’s yours”.

The suburban dream he painted had you clawing at his shoulders as your orgasm threatened to rush through you. “Just want you, Toji” you slurred out, tender and sincere and it spurred him into fucking you in a mind-numbing high, pumping you full of his cum and kissing you through it and promising, “I’m already yours, sweetheart”.

His orgasm felt never-ending, rope after rope of sticky cum pouring into your fluttering cunt. He smoothed one large hand over your lower stomach, musing absentmindedly, “You’re just so good, letting me fuck you full of cum. You just keep sucking me in like you want it to take, greedy little thing”.

With your sex-high wearing off, you hid your face in his neck, chiding, “Stop saying that”.

“What ? That you like being bred ?”, his thundering laugh cut through the thick silence of the car and you hit his chest to shut him up.

A pleasant quietness settled over you once again and Toji spoke up after a while, “Hey, but what if it works ?”.

“It won’t, I’m on birth control you imbecile”.

“Lose the attitude, I know you are but I’m just sayin' - hypothetically, if you were to get pregnant then…”, he trailed off, bringing one large to brush your hair out of your face, levelling a hesitant gaze at your flushed face. You let a heavy silence hang between you.

“Then ?”

“Then I’ll kick Shiu out to make room for the new brat”.

“Good thing I won’t get pregnant then”.

And surely enough, you did get pregnant (to your mild horror and Toji’s delight) and the only explanation Toji came up with after all those years was that the little Camaro cursed you into being fertile when you shouldn’t have been.

Your intimate reverie and the quiet of the late afternoon are disturbed as a chipper pair of boys runs to you on the yard, tufts of pink and black hair obstructing your view when the pair jumps in your arms. Megumi and his friend-turned-brother Yuuji are eager to tell you about their day but their attention is quickly diverted from you as they catch a glimpse of the old red car in the garage.

Before they can make a run for it and inspect it, Toji grabs them both by the collar and lifts them up, scowling menacingly at Megumi, “Now listen boy, if there’s one rule you need to follow under my roof, it’s to never get near that car - it’s cursed, you hear me?”. Megumi looks quizzically at his father, then at you, and finally nods before scurrying inside the house with his friend. You laugh at Toji, hugging him again, “So intimidating, don’t want the kid to know where he came from ?”. “Shut up, I’m just not ready to be a grandpa”, he retorts, flicking your forehead then kissing it better.

You think the old Camaro still has some good days ahead of it though, because like he’s done countless times before, Toji ends up covering the car again and vowing to get rid of it some other time.

Thanks for reading ! Any comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated

[aiieera]

Cupid’s Chokehold‼️

Is it possible to never even interact with someone who’s been friends with your entire friend group since high school? apparently. But never say never.

no curse au; band member!inumaki x musician/twitch streamer!yn

so many ideas for this series hopefully i’ll be able to get to them all :D

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Cherry Blossom Interventions 🌸 Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort – angst to fluff Word Count: 3 271 Warnings: SPOILER for up to chapter 253, suicidal tendencies and implications (Megumi), mentions of death and depression Summary: Megumi has drawn back from everyday life completely, so you intervene A/N: Sorry for the late post; life happened. Played volleyball with friends, went to eat sushi, went running with the same friends, went to Maces, and then to a foot Onsen.

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"Why am I here?"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to Megumi. He was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree when a cool breeze of spring air swept through his hair, carrying pink petals that caught in his black strands. His hair was shorter than it had been in autumn; not by much but the difference was still noticeable. You wondered whether he had cut it to not resemble the version of himself Sukuna had turned him into.

“You know why you are here,” you answered him, ignoring the frown on his brow. “This is an intervention.”

“What kind of intervention,” he asked back, clearly starting to get upset.

“What kind of intervention do you think it is?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” Megumi was already turning away from you again when you called out for him.

“We are worried,” you told him, almost shouting.

He just scoffed.

“Who is we?”

“Yūji, me, Toge, Maki, Yūta” you replied. “Panda, too, and Ieiri-sensei. Ever since December, ever since that last fight. Do you think we don’t know what's been going on with you? Do you think we don't know you've been skipping therapy and meals. We know you're just holed up in your room the whole day. We know you don't want to be here; you don't want to be with us anymore-”

“Then why can't you let me be?”

His shout made you flinch, but you had faced scarier things than an upset classmate.

“Because we care,” you shouted back. “We care too much to let you ruin your life like this! Don't misunderstand: We are not making light of the situation you were in - you are in. We understand that none of us could ever possibly imagine the things you have gone through, but you cannot ask us to let our friend die, who we fought so hard to save. You can't ask that of us!”

Megumi just rolled his eyes. “And what about what I want? What about the things I want,” he asked.

“For once, you don't get to say in this,” you shook your head. “It's not much we demand of you. We want you to eat properly. We know you haven't. We want you to step outside at least once a week, doesn't have to be long, just sit in the sun for a few minutes. That's all we ask. Or open your window, it's been barricaded since you moved back in in January. And go to your therapy sessions. We know you have them scheduled and we know you've been skipping them. You can't expect to get better if you don't go to these sessions.”

“And what if I don't want to get better?”

“That's not an option. I told you: For once you don't get to say in this.”

Megumi stared at you from between the falling cherry blossom petals that were carried down to the ground by the wind. You could see in his eyes that right now, in this moment in time, he thought he hated you. You just had to hope he didn't actually feel that way. If he did, you did you definitely would have been the wrong choice to have this conversation with him.

It had been quite a debate between the second years, Yūji, and you about who should talk to Megumi. You even considered asking Ieiri-sensei about being the one to talk to him, but in the end, everyone agreed it would be best if it were you. They were convinced you were the one he trusted the most, the one he liked the best. At least those were the others’ arguments. You weren't sure how true they held, now that he stared at you as if he wished you were to drop dead to the floor.

“All right,” Megumi sighed. “I'll oblige to your demands under one condition: Give me one good reason why I should continue fighting. But keep in mind: my mother is dead. My father is dead, killed by the man who raised me, the man who – although he is not my father – is the closest thing I've ever had to one, the man who I had to watch being killed by my own hands. My sister is dead, also killed by me. What do I live for? Give me one good reason.”

You stared back at Megumi watching the hatred in his eyes. It was obvious he didn't believe you had any idea what he was going through.

Truthfully, you didn't. Your situation was nothing like his, and you never had been in a situation like this before nor would you ever be, but that didn't mean you didn't know all the facts he just listed. His father, his mother, his sister, and Gojō-sensei, all the people he ever might have considered family, were gone, along with so many others. And in a large part he blamed himself for it.

It was not his fault, how could it have been his fault, when it had been Sukuna, who had possessed his body. But you supposed having to watch your own body commit such terrors, having to watch as your hands took life after life, unable to interfere, unable to save his friends and family, unable to do anything but watch them all being slaughtered… it wasn’t surprising he blamed himself.

“Gojō’s in a coma, one he might never wake back up from, and it's nobody's fault but mine. Do you really believe I can live in a world like that?”

You wanted to disagree with him, tell him that it was not his fault, that he was not the one to blame, that as long as you all stuck together, there was still hope, but you knew better than to do so. Instead, you started with what he had demanded of you.

“You want me to give you a reason to keep on living,” you asked. “Gojō-sensei is not dead. As you said he's in a coma. Ieiri-sensei has been working on him every day. As far as we know he might wake up any day now.”

Megumi shook his head. “You really believe that,” he asked, “if you’re really believing that, you are more naïve than I believed you to be.” He sounded disappointed.

“Not naïve,” you disagreed. “Hopeful.”

“Same thing.”

“But let's assume for one moment Gojō were to wake back up,” you continued the train of thought before Megumi could derail it again. “Wouldn’t you want to be there? Wouldn’t you want to see him again, talk to him again?”

“You’re dealing in probabilities; probabilities are not good enough. Give me something tangible.”

You blinked. You had really thought he would give in at Gojō. So, what were you to say now?

“A stary sky then,” you offered. “To go star gazing the way we did last summer. On a blanket, out in front of the school, sharing snacks and drinks.”

Megumi scuffed.

“Another sunrise,” you continued. “Pinks and reds and oranges dying the clouds, a new day with new possibilities-”

“New suffering? Not good enough.”

“A puppy’s fur under your fingertips, these sharp, tiny teeth burying in your skin.”

“And what for?” Before you could answer, he kept going. “All my life I’ve tried to form relationships, be close to people I care about, and all my life they left me. One after the other. So what good is another stary sky, another sunrise, a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips, if I don’t have anyone to share it with? It’s not good enough.”

A part of your mind was still hung up on the thought that it was probably better for Megumi to blame the dead for being dead than himself, but you quickly answered.

“You have us,” you told him, taking a careful step forward. “Maki, Toge, Panda, Yūta.”

His ocean blue eyes glimmered as he fully turned towards you as if he was waiting for something specific.

“You have Yūji.”

His shoulders sacked, and he looked away.

“Not good enough. They’re all gonna leave eventually.”

“I won’t,” you disagreed. “I’m not gonna leave. I made you a promise when we entered Shibuya together, that I’d always be there, and I don’t plan on breaking that promise.”

Megumi shook his head, biting his lips, still not looking at you.

“You’ll be there,” he asked, sounding disbelieving. “For every stary sky, every sunset. Every meal, walk, therapy session.”

“Yes.” Your reply was unwavering.

“You don’t even know what that means,” Megumi sighed, finally looking back up to you, but now he seemed rather sad than angry. As if the scenarios he had painted were what he wanted but were too far out of reach to even attempt to grasp them. “I’m sick. My mind- I’m broken. Something inside my head is broken and I don’t know if it will ever heal again, and if it does, if it heals right. A promise like you’re offering… it wouldn’t just be for the next days or weeks. It might be months, years, hell, it might be decades of me trying to shut my self away, of nightmares, therapy, being unable to laugh or feel anything other than this pitch-black darkness. You can’t promise me you’ll be strong enough to be there. I don’t doubt that you have the strength to see me through all this, I know you do. But there will be times when it will seem as if I’d be okay, and you’ll be hopeful, but when I have a bad phase again- It would hurt you, and I can’t hurt any more of my friends.”

“And you think the way you’re behaving right now is hurting nobody? Megumi, I won’t promise that I’ll always be there. I can’t. I’m still a sorcerer, I still have to go to missions, and am in danger every time I go. But I will be there for you for as long as I can and for as long and often as you want me to be.”

“For every stary sky?”

“And every sunrise.”

“Every meal?”

“If that’s what you want, yes. And for every walk, and if you want me to, I’ll even wait outside the therapist’s office for you.”

Megumi averted his gaze, staring at a spot right in front of your feet.

“Why? Why would you do that? What do you get in return?”

Carefully you took a step forward. “Because I care about you Megumi. And even though it might seem selfless, getting to be there for you, supporting you, trying to help you to get back to your feet, getting to watch you fight to get better, being with you through all this, is actually a very selfish act.”

Megumi looked back up, his eyes scanning your face for a moment.

“Can you hug me,” he asked, voice quiet over the wind in the branches above you.

“Of course,” you smiled and slowly crossed the last distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. He seemed to melt into the touch, almost fragile, his body moving closer to yours until his whole front was flatly pressed against yours, his face buried against the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and ear. You held him tight, not too tight, so he still could breathe without effort, but tight enough for him to feel how serious you were with everything you had offered.

“I’m just scared of ending up alone again,” he whispered. “And I can’t lose you too. You’re too important to me.”

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered back, rubbing his back through the thick fabric of his oversized hoodie.

“What if you die?”

“I won’t. And if I do, I’ll come back as a curse, like Rika.”

The sound of a small chuckle surprised you, but you quickly held Megumi tighter, hoping to engrave the sound into your memory forever.

Before you could say anything else, Megumi’s phone started ringing. You stiffened up, ready to pull away, but Megumi kept you close.

“Aren’t you going to answer,” you asked, hesitantly wrapping your arms back around him.

“No,” he replied.

“What if it’s important?”

“How important can it be,” Megumi shrugged. “Not more important than this, anyway.”

After a while the ringing stopped, and Megumi slowly loosened his hold on you. Carefully pulling away, you came face to face with him.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“What for?”

“Everything. I… I tend to lose sight of the good things in life and let the darkness swallow me whole.”

Taking a step back, you reached out your hand for him to take. Questioningly he raised his eyebrows at you but placed his hand in yours.

“Now you won’t get lost in the darkness,” you told him with a smirk, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s too cheesy for me,” he shook his head.

“Oh, don’t start laughing now, Fushiguro,” you cried. “I saw that! The corner of your mouth was twitching!”

“It wasn’t! That’s annoyance at how cheesy you were being!”

He only kept his expression in check for another second before he burst out laughing. Using your intertwined hands, he pulled you back into a hug, this one more casual than the first. When his phone started ringing again, both of you ignored it.

After you had calmed down from the laughter, Megumi’s eyes fixed themselves on your face, watching you as were catching your breath.

“Can I kiss you,” he suddenly asked, making you freeze in your motion.

Surprised you looked at him, your heart seeming to miss a few beats, but then you nodded your head, and a moment later his lips were on yours, soft, a little chapped, but gentle. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too extravagant, and still enough to steal your breath and make you weak in your knees.

It was perfect, you suddenly realized, kissing Megumi like his. Around you, cherry blossom petals were floating on a warm spring breeze, birds were singing in the branches above you, and Megumi’s arms were warm and secure around you while his heart beat a firm rhythm underneath your fingers, somewhat too fast for a normal heartbeat, but then again yours was probably racing too.

The perfect moment got interrupted by yet another ring of Megumi’s phone.

“I think you should answer it,” you mumbled against his lips. “It’s probably really something important.”

Megumi sighed but pulled away enough to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s just Yūji,” he rolled his eyes, but before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped again.

He shrugged, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

“I got a question,” he suddenly declared.

“Ask away.”

“You said: another stary sky, another sunrise, and…” he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips. Where do you plan to get me a puppy from?” He sounded amused, but you knew him good enough to know that he would do hell of a lot to play with a puppy sometime soon.

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yūji and I were thinking, for a while now.”

“That can’t be a good sign,” Megumi sighed. “What crazy idea did you two come up with now?”

“I’m gonna ignore that low-key insult, and let you live” you announced, “But do you know Principal Yaga’s friend, the one who had all these dogs?”

Megumi nodded, clearly hesitant about whether or not he really wanted to know what Yūji and you had come up with.

“So, one of the dogs had puppies a few weeks back and we were thinking that it might be good to adopt one of them, for our year. We’ve been talking to the teachers and thinking things through and if all of us take turns caring for it, it won’t be too much responsibility all at once. And it would give us some sort of stability, having to go on walks on regular hours, playing, teaching it commands… but there’d also someone to keep us company when we don’t feel so good, someone who can’t give us advice, but also won’t ask questions either. Someone who accepts us as we are, no matter how good we are in school or whatever. So… yeah, the puppy is already old enough to be separated from its mother and is moving in next Friday.”

Megumi stared at you.

“You adopted a puppy,” he asked incredulously.

“We adopted a puppy,” you corrected. “Yeah.”

“And we‘ll share responsibility for it?”

You nodded, and Megumi’s eyes suddenly grew hard.

“I don’t know that dog yet, but I’ll fight you for custody after graduation,” he declared, making your eyes widen.

Graduation. That was still three years away, the furthest Megumi had talked about the future since November.

Swallowing your surprise, you shrugged. “That’s okay with me.”

“But wait,” Megumi suddenly stopped. “Before the puppy arrives, we need all kinds of stuff. It won’t be like with Shiro and Kuro, it’ll need a basket, and bowls and a leash! I think we’ll need several baskets, so we don’t have to carry them around all the time. And food! We need special-”

He was interrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone, this time yours.

“Yūji,” you told him, showing him the screen on which a picture of your pink haired classmate had popped up.

“Let’s answer it,” Megumi sighed. “He’ll just keep calling otherwise.”

You had barely pressed the green button to answer the call, when Yūji’s voice was already sounding from the small speaker, loud enough that you didn’t even have to put your ear to it.

“Megumi isn’t answering his phone,” Yūji all but screamed. “I’ve tried calling him dozens of times but he’s not answering! I’m really worried! We need to-”

“Yūji, Yūji, calm down!” Quickly you interrupted your panicking friend, pressing the speaker button so Megumi could listen in. “He’s with me, he’s fine, we were talking a walk.”

On the other side silence spread out.

“And you didn’t call dozens of times, you called three times,” Megumi added, leaning down to the speaker.

On the other end, a small “oh” was audible.

“So, what’s so important that you decided to terrorize Megumi via phone calls,” you asked, shooting Megumi a glance.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was not hard to tell that he had only now realized just how worried his friends were about him, how much they cared about him. Enough to send ever cheerful Yūji into something akin to a panic attack just because he hadn’t answered his phone for a few minutes.

“I didn’t terrorize him,” Yūji protested.

“You kinda did, but whatever. What’s going on?”

“You guys need to come to the hospital wing asap,” Yūji told you.

Megumi and you exchanged glances. The hospital wing? That wasn’t good. Megumi took your hand in his and started walking back the way you had come.

“We’re on our way,” you told Yūji, “What’s going on? Who got hurt?”

“Nobody,” Yūji sounded like he was running himself now, slightly out of breath. “Gojō-sensei’s awake.”

And with that he ended the call.

Megumi and you were both so surprised about the message, that you came to a slithering halt. Gojō was awake? Sure, you had told Megumi it was a possibility, that he might wake up soon, but you had not believed it to actually, really happen at all.

For a short moment Megumi and you looked at each other,f inding your own surprise and relief mirrored on his face. And then you took off running, taking the quickest way to the hospital wing, your hands intertwined.

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Hardly Friends.

[episode one — like you and your girls]

chapter synopsis :: all you wanted to do was spend your summer peacefully in the comfort of your room but nobara of course has other plans and makes you go to one of maki and toge’s parties.

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School had just been let out a few days ago, finally it was summer. The time of peace and freedom. No more stress about school and socializing, you were excited to finally have some me time and that’s what you had been doing the past few days. Sitting in your room watching romance anime’s and stuffing your face, it was nice and quiet… until you were getting a facetime from Nobara. “Hey girl— oh you look rough.” Okay rude, you thought to yourself. “Good afternoon to you to Bella Hadid” you said sarcastically. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Anyways, party and Maki and Toge’s tonight. You’re coming, dress cute! okay bye!” she said quickly so you didn’t have time to decline. Your phone dinged indicating you got a message, it was from Nobara giving you the details and telling you she’d be at your place to pick you up for 9. It was around 6:45 right now just giving you over 2 hours to make yourself appear human which meant actually showering and changing out of the sweatpants you had been wearing the past two days.

It was now 7:30 when you stepped out of the shower, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips, that was a much needed shower. Blow drying your hair and doing your makeup felt like such a chore but it was finally done and you were relieved all you had to do was pick out a cute outfit and have a snack. Settling on some flare jeans and a small long sleeve top, you were good to go

Walking into the kitchen you found your roommate packing drinks into a cooler. “Hey Yuu” you greeted with a smile that he reciprocated. “You going to Maki’s party?” he asked as you grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter, nodding in response. “Yeah Nobara didn’t really give me much of a chance to say no” he let out a chuckle. “Yeah Megs and I are going too.” you rolled your eyes at the mention of his name. Checking the time it was now 9:00 and as if on que you got an ‘i’m here’ message from Nobara. “Nobara’s here, catch you later Yuji?” you more so said than ask, sliding on your shoes and heading for the door. “Yep, drive safe!” he said while you walked out of your shared apartment.

Finding Nobara’s car in the parking garage and hopping in. “That’s a big improvement.” she snorted, flipping her off in response not even looking her way as you grabbed aux. She pulled out of the parking area and headed towards Maki’s place.

“Yuji said him and Fushiguro are going as well” you told her as you looked out the window watching buildings pass. “Yeah Megs said Toge invited them to go” Nobara said as she focused on the road, turning onto Maki’s road.

You guys made your way up the drive way, loud music already heard from inside the car. Getting out you noticed a certain someone’s car parked in the driveway already, smiling to yourself when you saw it.

“Y/N!” you heard your name being called by a man’s voice. “Hey Inumaki, been a few weeks!” you laughed, shouting over the loud music. “Didn’t actually expect to see you here!” Maki made her appearance, obvious she was already drinking. “Didn’t wanna come, no offense!” you said semi awkwardly realizing that came off mean. She laughed at you and told you “non taken, Toge and I gotta say hi to our guests, talk later?” she asked as she turned around walking away to make her rounds as a host.

Turning to Nobara you asked what her plans for the night were, “I’m gonna go grab a drink and find Yuji when he gets here, you gonna be okay?” she asked. “I’ll be fine, I have someone I wanna find” she smirked and cocked an eyebrow up, “Yuta’s here?” it was more of a rhetorical question and you smiled giving her the confirmation she was right. You turned around to find him, hearing a quick “have fun!” as you made your way into the crowd.

15 minutes had probably passed and you weren’t having any luck on your search, seeing a million familiar faces only one catching your eye. Megumi Fushiguro was already sat on the couch with a girl in his lap as she played with his hair, he smiled at her and laughed at whatever he was saying. Your eyes lingered for a few seconds, long enough for his eyes to meet yours but only for a second as you broke the eye contact not bothering to spare him another glance. Having a different girl at one of these things wasn’t out of character for him anyways.

Feeling a tad defeated you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, but there he was, talking to some people you didn’t know. Once he met your eyes, his lit up and a smile spread across his face “Y/N!” he said walking over to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Hi Yuta” you smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” he said as he lifted the arm that wasn’t around you to take a sip from the red solo cup he was holding. Laughing you told him that’s what Maki said too, you guys talked for a bit catching up. He stopped mid conversation as if he realized the world was about end in two seconds “Where are my manners, did you want a drink?” he asked as he ushered you over to the counter where vast amounts of alcohol were sat.

You two mingled around and drank, a lot. Finally making your way to Nobara and Yuji who were talking with Toge and Maki. You ended up talking with Toge about some stupid anime he recommended you, telling him it was shit. You were smiling and having real fun for the first time in awhile, with the help of the alcohol and you found yourself smiling but not wanting Nobara to know you were having fun.

The night progressed as you clung to Yuta, not noticing the looks someone was giving you. It was around 1:30 when you turned to the sweet boy who let you leech off of him all night. “You wanna get out of here?” he looked down at you with a smile, grabbing your hand “Thought you’d never ask” he said as he led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

You and Yuta hooked up occasionally, a friends with benefits situation. You never really had any romantic feelings for him but you did have sexual feelings for him, so it worked out nicely for the both of you.

The music was dead and everyone had cleared out as you didn’t hear any more talking anymore. You rolled off of Yuta’s chest to grab your phone. 3:12am. cursing to yourself quietly. Turning back over in the bed, “Can you drive me home?” you asked only to get a frown from him. “I’m still pretty drunk so I shouldn’t drive. I’m sorry” he apologized, “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll call Kugisaki” you said as you dialled her number, it rang a few times before a groggy voice came through the speaker.

“.. hello?” It was so obvious she had just woken up, you sighed knowing she’d say she can’t come pick you up you still asked as you had already woken her up. “Sorry if I woke you up, could you come get me?” the line went silent for a minute. “I’m too tired to be driving, I’ll send Megs, sorry bae” you thanked her and then ended the call.

Getting up to put your clothes on and wait for Megumi downstairs. You sighed as you sat on the couch with Yuta who kept you company and kept your nerves pretty minimal as he semi distracted you. It had been about 15 minutes now and you got a text from ‘Gumi :3’ and rolling your eyes while cringing at the contact name from like the 7th grade. ‘here’ is all it said. You thanked Yuta, saying your goodbyes as you exited the house.

Getting into Megumi’s car, it was dead silent, no music, no nothing. Sneaking small glances at him you noticed his hair was more dishevelled than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes, Nobara had probably woken him up instead. You felt bad for him having to pick you up as you weren’t even really friends anymore. Breaking the silence you thanked him, “Thank you Fushiguro” he mumbled a small “you’re welcome” in response.

5ish minutes had gone by and it was his turn to speak up. “So you and Okkotsu still seeing each other?” you were taken aback by his question, snapping your head towards him. His gaze focused on the road ahead with a blank expression. “You could say that I guess” you paused for a moment wondering if you should tell him it’s not like that and you guys just hookup. “Just casual hookups, like you and your girls” you made a playful jab at him making him aware that you see all of the different girls he has around him at parties. He cracked a small smile and you just barely caught it, “I see”

He finally pulled up to your apartment building, thanking him once again bidding each other a goodnight. He stayed parked until he saw you enter the building and then he pulled out and headed back to his and Nobara’s place. You stumbled up the stairs and down the hall way, fumbling with your keys as you tried to focus your vision on the doors lock. After a minute of struggling you’re in, kicking off your shoes and locking the door behind you, getting into your room and pretty much face planting into your bed without bothering to chance. Drifting off into a much needed sleep, last thoughts being about how this summer is going to be a long one.

emi’s notes. do i ever proofread? no. sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes. anyways this is my remastered version of chapter one!!

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Thinking about best friend's brother trope with megumi, you're best friend with tsumiki and don't have single clue just how just big of crush megumi has on you.

Warning: megumi is younger than reader! But I didn't mention it anywhere so it can be anything you want. NSFW! M!Masturbation

Bff's bro megumi who has liked you ever since he was 12.

Bff's bro megumi who keeps coming in the living room with stupid excuses just to see you.

Bff's bro megumi who gets jealous of the every guy around you.

Bff's bro megumi who just want you to see him as a man rather than a little brother.

Bff's bro megumi who secretly listen to your love life conversation with tsumiki.

Bff's bro megumi who once saw you changing clothes and couldn't get the image out of his head.

Bff's bro megumi who masturbate to the thought of you, of you sucking him off, of how pretty you would look with his dick in your mouth, your doe eyes looking up at him.

Bff's bro megumi who just wants to fuck you dumb, so dumb the only thing you could remember was his name.

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Chapter 1 ( It always starts with his stupidity )

Y/N's POV

WHY , WHY , WHY

Why did it happened to us , I would have been baking for him or may be we could have been in some thrift shop buying him or me some clothes , we could have been in TDL or at the very least at our home at Sendai .

WHY , WHY , WHY

Why did things turned out like this , just 2 weeks ago we were in our normal life , him being a stupid ediot goofing around in him occult club , me doing jobs and joining competitions to pay rent , hospital bills

WHY , WHY , WHY

Life wasn't easy , i am an optimistic ediot like him ,

I was a fool

For thinking that eventually life is going to better , that fate is going to show some mercy , that things are going to change but as I said I was a fool things changed for the worst . Our life was never good , it always had red flags in it , it was like we were in the southern India Ocean where tides were so strong that we could do nothing but struggle for merry survival , those tides eventually stopped but I never had thought that what I thought was a good start of a new life was actually the calmness before the storm .

We two were all alone after gramps was admitted in hospital but we had each other's back , I had him and he had me . We were happy even with nothing because we had each other . Our parents died in an accident when we were young I still have a vivid memory of my mother, a memory of my father my older brother sure resembled him . Him and gramos never made me feel that i didn't had a father or a mother . But both of them aren't here with me anymore .

WHY , WHY, WHY

In just 2 weeks our lives had changed this much but what happened today , I was not ready for it , if he didn't ate that stupid thousand year old finger we still would have been at home and he would still have been alive running and goofing around with me . But here am I standing infront of his dead body . The dead body of my older twin , my best friend , my only relative .

I always tried to convince myself that life would be better one day but here am I .

3rd person POV

Y/N ...... it was all fushiguro megumi could say it was hard for even him too process what had happened in the last hour , he had no clue to console the girl with pink streaks afterall his emotions were in control too . He opened his mouth once again but was cutted off by the girl's screams .

"Itadori Yuji you ediot you big big ediot why are you like that . How dare you break our promise and leave me alone , didn't you said that you are going to bake me a cake once in your life you said that you wanted to go and eat out in the world once we have enough money , you said that we are going to live in a good house someday you promised me , so why why why are you sleeping infront of me . Get up you ediot it's raining . I swear am not going to take care of you if you fall sick now get up you nit wit . Let's go back to the dorms . "

" Y/N he is--"

"Shut up Fushiguro kun and Yuji ni please get up you will fall sick . Please get up . Please, please, please."

Fushiguro megumi could do nothing much but he raised his head , he took a few steps towards the girl placing a hand on her shoulder trying to find his voice and words

" Y/N , I am sorry I really am sorry to say this but ...... He is ....... dead . He wouldn't want you to be like this I know you are in denial but it's the reality that he is dead . I know it's tough but please get yourself together . Am going to call the school . "

Megumi's POV

I went away to call gojo sensei to report what had happened.

Taking out my phone I dialled his number I knew it if I gave him the initiative to speak he would piss me off with his stupidity so , I came straight to the point as soon as he picked up

" We were on a mission at the detention centre , a special grade and ............ Itadori is dead . Please come here as soon as possible , Ichiji san had just took Nobara back to school as she was injured and Y/N is not stable. " I stated in one firm breath . Gojo sensei said that he would be here in 15 minutes

As soon as I hung up Y/N's voice caught my attention , she was looking at the dark sky then , she looked at me and said with her sad voice

" Did you know that he is 2 minutes older than me " stating it she unexpectedly smiled the last thing she could have done in this situation she looked away as if she was admiring the scenery of the sky before turning back to me and once again she opened her mouth and said " It always starts with his stupidity. "

Thud

Stating those two lines she fainted and laid beside her brother I ran towards her to check her pulse and injuries . She was cold , she had bruises and cuts .

Woosh

Feeling a strong gush and strong presence just behind me I saw the person I called for .

"Are you ok ? " Gojo sensei asked me. I hummed in response he then asked about Y/N . I told him that she just fainted as she was quite injured and overwhelmed by the events in the last hour. I picked her up from the floor while Gojo sensei picked up her brother .

We went back to jujutsu high, in the infirmary where it was finally calm for us .

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1 JULY SATURDAY MORNING 2:40 AM 2023

Ok so am extremely sorry for posting 4 days late from the promised date . I was quite depressed (family issues). I was feeling low and that made me question myself and I thought that it's going to be ok like there is nobody there to read your stories but I forgot being true to myself and I realised it today as I saw one response on the synopsis of the story it gave me motivation and realisation of what I am and I promise that am going ti be true ti myself.

So hereby I promise to post on every Sunday a new chapter .