tobiospoiltmilk

[tobiospoiltmilk]

— always in your orbit.

character ; itoshi rin || wc ; 1.0k contains/cw ; gn!reader, they/them pronouns, she/her pronouns used not for reader synopsis ; you and rin run into a stray kitten when you walk home together one evening after school.

when you and rin were schoolmates, there was a large land-locked lake that you and him had to pass on your way home since you and him were neighbors on the same black. a large, vast mirror, it often reflected the setting sun and it was a sight for you to savor and engrain into your memory. there was indeed a shortcut to get to the block faster, but you insisted on walking there to take in the view.

in your third year, just before you left for college, you and him ran into a stray kitten, abandoned and left to die in a shallow cardboard box at the bottom of the hill leading into the lake. probably the runt of litter, it was small enough to curl into the palm of rin's hand, the noir of its fur spreading like ink, mimicking rin's own locks. its mewl was just barely there, clearly malnourished and weak.

you had burst out into tears at the sight, your heart clenching so tightly at the sad scene unfolding before you. given how close it was to the water, it might’ve accidentally tossed itself in and drowned. fate was on its side today at least. you wanted to take the poor thing home so badly, but your mother detested cats and your sibling had a severe cat allergy. rin, in a panic at the sight of your overflowing tears, had babbled that he'll take it home and nurse it to take it to the shelter. that shut you up good to his relief.

"can i visit it?" you had asked, wiping your face on your sleeve.

rin nodded shyly as he picked up the box with the kitten in it, making sure it rested properly in the safety of the scrappy box as he wondered what he had gotten himself into just because he wanted to make you stop crying.

because you and rin had found him just before you and him left for university, you only got to visit the kitten a spare number of times before you left the suburbs and into the big city. but in the times you were able to, rin couldn't help but let his affection for you grow as you played with the small kitten, happily laughing whenever it did any tricks to your pleasure. he supposes the addition of the kitten mewling for you to pay attention to it whenever your eyes weren't on it didn't help either, both parties clearly having an affection for each other.

"are you gonna name her?" you had asked on what would be your last visit for awhile, "i thought you guys were gonna take her to the shelter once she was nursed back to health."

rin shrugged, watching intently from his desk as you wiggled your fingers and tickled the kitten's small, now much more plump belly thanks to rin and his parents' care. "dunno. we just call her kitty for now."

you deadpanned. "you named a kitten 'kitty?' you can't be serious."

"i'm not the best creative," he muttered as he returned back to his homework. "it's not like we're gonna keep her anyway, i don't want to get too attached to her."

years later, unbeknownst to you, the cat, now four times bigger and a little chubbier than most, still resides within the walls of the itoshi residence. because you only got to visit home a spare number of times, you hardly had any times to visit your neighbors on the block to check up on how they were doing, how rin was doing. a small ditch formed itself between you and rin's friendship, as he went to study abroad in paris so he could play for pxg while you stayed in the country to attend the local city school, meaning that communication was often scarce. but you still tried, though it often ended up with emptiness from his end.

eventually it was clear that your energy for him was going nowhere, so you stop trying to text him to see how he's doing. so you're a little surprised when one weekend that you come home, your parents tell you to get ready for a surprise dinner with the itoshis, and that though you only think it'd just be rin's parents, their youngest son sitting in the living room.

it was the first time you had seen him in three years. he was taller, more handsome, more mature. you don't see it, but when rin looks back at you, something glimmers in his eyes when he spots you looking prettier, more elegant, more sophisticated. both of you are clearly in the awkward pool, trying to gather up the right words as you're reunited for the first time in years.

he swallows thickly after two anxious "hello"'s have been exchanged. he coughs.

"you look—" rin's voice cracks.

at twenty-one years old, the ghost of puberty still seems to haunt him and he can't think of a more embarrassing moment for his voice to enact in such a manner.

both of you abruptly pause. a flush of pink scatters across his face in the moment of silence.

"... good. you look good," he mutters, his voice tight in embarrassment.

you giggle, that same giggle that rin would often replay in his mind when he was abroad in paris and feeling homesick, the sound of your bubbly laugh reminding him of home.

"not too bad yourself," you murmur softly, grinning as you give him a light, teasing punch. a quiet forgiveness blessed upon him at your gentle eyes looking at him, ones he's missed looking deeply into.

rin would never tell you, but there was something about your touch that'd always send his nerves rushing a certain warmth through his veins, always feeling a little lighter for some reason, less tense.

when you and him settle down at the table, his father perks up as he plates the pickled vegetables.

"oh, rin," he says and turns to his son, "before we eat, make sure to give (y/n) her tuna with her food."

at the sound of your name, you lift your head, confused. next to you, rin's eyes widen and a panic bubbles inside of them at his dad's reminder.

"oh, um," you begin to start, blinking. "thank you, but i'm actually allergic to fish."

suddenly, a loud meow is heard from behind you and the sound of a cat perks your ears. before rin has a chance to reply, you turn and see a familiar black cat strutting into the kitchen, tail swishing in the air.

"i thought—!" you turn back to rin, who has another fluster of rouge running across his face and the tip of his ears.

"ohoho, oops," rin's father laughs heartily to his son's disdain. "forgot about that. you see..."

rin shoots daggers at his father. "dad, don't."

his father only smiles at him before he turns to you, tittering a bit with his wife who seems to know where he's headed.

"... our cat's name is also named (y/n)."

a/n ; not the best thing i've written but i still wanted to write it since i was inspired by this one page from ao haru ride and thought that kou and rin would def be one in the same if rin were ever a shojo protag. esp since both characters have conflicts with their older brothers lol

[tobiospoiltmilk]

I love you, I’m sorry.

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summary. in which megumi could not handle avoiding you anymore. apologizing to you by letter, given he could not face you in such circumstances. could this also be an accidental confession?

cw(?). sfw, swearing, !megumi x !femreader, mentions of tsumiki, gojo and your !sister, slight angst, fluff, not proofread, terrible capitalization, reminiscing, reciprocal feelings, childhood friends, mutual pining, things not being casual, lyric/title name mentions (i love you, im sorry, casual, kaleidoscope.), basically megumi is so in love with reader his heart hurts and yearns for her

a/n. omg guys i love this so much agdydhdhsj… very first post so i hope this does well! might consider releasing pt. 2 if it does -sob-

Dear Y/n,

It’s me, Megumi. And before you decide to throw this thing out, or whatever it’s supposed to be… hear me out. Please. I know I haven’t been the greatest to you these past weeks. i’ve been a total jerk, and i’m guessing it really wasn’t a secret now, was it? Yeah… whatever, anyways. I guess i’d like to tell you that i’m sorry. I really, truly am… and i know i don’t seem the type to apologize, but i guess when it comes to you, apologies come easy. Because you deserve every damn apology in the world, and if i had one wish given to me, I wouldn’t… hesitate to use it on you. I don’t know what i’d wish for, but i do know that no matter what, it would always regard to you. When it comes to you, I’m selfish, i guess…? Please don’t make fun of me. i’m only trying to make things right. Not that i should have a say in that right now… because I know i’ve hurt you deeply, i don’t deserve your forgiveness nor your kindness, but yet, some part in my heart believes that you’ll forgive me anyway. No matter what shit, twisted way i had caused pain in your precious life.

Remember when we first met? We were both as tiny as we would ever be in our lives— so pure, (not really applying to me.) You were taking one of those daily afternoon naps like usual, and unbeknownst to you, a tiny me would be lounging around in your own family’s estate— with the exception of a loud and rowdy Gojo speaking to your sister, of course. I remember when you finally woke up, and i got to see that glass face of yours for the first time. you were 8, i was 7. Yet you looked so beautiful with that droopy and puffy post-afternoon nap face of yours. We played til’ evening in the courtyard that very same day. It’s not like you forced me to play dolls with you, i actually kind of enjoyed it… only because you were my playmate. i just wish Tsumiki would’ve been there when Gojo first took me in from those dreading streets. Yes, i was a grumpy little toddler with somehow the ability to summon a specific arrangement of creatures, you never questioned anything about it. An 8 year old like you, and a 7 year old like me, should have no reason to know anything about curses or techniques at our age. it was so cruel, and although you were older than me by a year, i still felt the need to protect every fibre and aspect of your existence. An existence i hold very dear to my heart, every damn night.

Remember our middle school days? Yes, where my grumpiness piqued at an all time high, a burning flame that threatened to burst if not carefully dealt with. I was considered a delinquent— no, i was a delinquent. It’s no use trying to defend that title, anyway. I beat up kids left and right, totally abused my gifted strength to terrorize other bullies and jerks who were entitled to popularity. Hey, atleast i only went after the bad people, haha? Nonetheless, you never considered me a bully, or a bad person. That sweet, little mind of yours thought that little 12 year old me could never do anything wrong. Yet you know every action i did proved you so wrong. You watched from afar as i would beat up several kids above grades older than me at once in an old, abandoned baseball field. A small smile on your face, sat prettily on a bench with your friends while happily eating away at your bento your sister made for you every day for school. And during recess, while i was being the usual grumpy jerk that i was, you’d somehow find away to cheer me up. One day, when things got so bad i almost lashed out on Tsumiki, you were there to comfort me. Your small little hands wrapped around my arm, rambling on about how your day went as if being this close of a proximity was casual in anyway. It immediately snapped me out of whatever bullshit show i was about to put on against Tsumiki’s teasing. Part of me hoped—no, wished the way you were with me wasn’t casual, was it casual?—

—You and Tsumiki were the bestest of friends, given you both were the same age. I loved seeing you bond together, even if i never made an effort to show my appreciation. In conclusion… i was never really necessarily a good person in my life, but during the years you were gone— two years, i’ve managed to learn how to calm down the raging fire burning within my heart. i would think about you and Tsumiki when things would get tough. Whether it be controlling my emotions, or when i’m somehow losing a battle against a curse a slight grade level above me. I always won, thoughts filled with the both of you. Minus the injuries. The most important people in my life. Someday i’ll be able to thank you for your help, and in another life, Tsumiki.

Those days you were absent from my life, i spent reminiscing our greatest memories. Not one memory have i forgotten that the two of us shared. And the one that stuck the most in my head, was the one spent at the hospital when we were 9 and 10, waiting outside the comatose room where your dearest sister lay. You were crying into your small little arms, wailing and mourning for your sister’s comfort yet you knew she wouldn’t be available right now. All you wanted was for her to wake up, why wasn’t she waking up? Your 10 year old brain asked yourself. I watched as you wept from the chair beside you, peeking to see those glossy tears falling from those God-gifted eyes of yours from under your wrapped arms, hugging your small frame. My heart ached so much for you, i swear i was going through heart murmurs at that moment. Little 9 year old me had no idea how to comfort someone… because i was never really familiar with comfort to begin with. The only solution that appeared in my young mind… was to share my red bean stuffed panda bun with you. And so that’s exactly what i did. My small, yet experienced hands immediately got to work, reaching into my little side bag to search for the familiar wrapping on mind. Once in my grasp, i carefully tore the packaging, revealing a wonky, yet delicious red bean stuffed panda bun still warm and ready to eat. Yet instead of stuffing it inside my small little stomach in 4 bites, i tore it in half, not the most symmetrical halves, but it still did the job. And with that, i reached out to give a little tap on your bony shoulder, snapping you out of your sobs as you turned to me with puffy, red cheeks stained with raw tears. I proceeded to (nonchalantly) hand you the other half of my red bean stuffed panda bun— I gave you the bigger side, of course. You deserved it more than anything. Oh the butterflies i felt in my jittery stomach when i finally saw that sad face of yours light up in appreciation and excitement. Especially when your precious smile was caused by little ol’ me. It was safe to say, that we both happily indulged in our savoury snack that day. Not to forget, I also remember Gojo taking us out for ice cream the same day. I wasn’t proud that it cheered you up more than my attempt, but as long as you’re happy, i guess.

When I saw you the first time in 2 years at the Sister School Games Event, i swore my heart stopped beating in 3 exact intervals. I saw a kaleidoscope of bursting colours grow within my blurry vision as i tried fathom if it was really you or not, but that radiant aura of yours that you carry was so igniting, i knew i wasn’t mistaken. It was you, you, you, you. Where did you go, and why did you leave me with no closure? I know i have no place to say whether i’m mad at you or not— in fact, i was more mad at myself than i was at you. I was mad at myself for letting you go so easily, without even trying to reach out to you when your clan sent you away to become a sorcerer at Kyoto Jujutsu Tech. Who were you to leave me behind for so long, only to come back happy as ever, like nothing ever happened? Not that i’m… complaining, obviously…— After those 2 years, you had become even stronger than you were before. Stronger than me, in all honesty. It was hard to admit the fact you were a higher grade level than i was at first, but i’m happy for you regardless. I remember those days when i was the one to protect you from mosquitoes and critters hungry for your precious, sweet blood whenever we’d play outside in your courtyard. 7 year old me, and 8 year old you, were practically inseparable. You loved my divine dogs so much, some days i’d think you only hung out with me to chase them around with mud all over your clothes. You always assured me that you ‘loved’ me more though, if that was casual. I don’t know.

Now… back to what i was saying at the start.

I love you, and I’m sorry.

-To my dearest Y/n L/n.

From Megumi Fushiguro.

a/n. LET ME KNOW IF U ENJOYED IT ?? 😔

and once again, i might consider releasing pt.2 of reader responding/reacting to the letter! who knows, maybe you’ll even spill out some confessions… wink wink.