out of breath, you run down the stairs of the train station, praying with baited breath as you hope for some kind of miracle that you make it down there in time.
you softly bite your tongue, flying off of the last three steps and thankfully landing on your feet. so with your last muster of power, you run into the doors of the train and just as soon as you get in the doors behind you shut close causing you to yelp in surprise.
your eyes are wide open, a bit rattled by the sudden shut of doors that could have been the potential cause of your death whereas the people buzz around you. but your surprise it dies quick when the train moves in an instant causing you to move somewhere else with closed eyes and be pressed up against something.
“shit.” a quiet curse is what you hear right infront of you when you get pressed up against something, potentially someone. you open your eyes to look at who cursed, and when you do open your eyes, your eyes instantly meet with ocean blue eyes.
awe is written in your hues as you look at the dark blue lashes that adorn these ocean eyes. you‘re captivated like a criminal behind bars in these eyes. it’s beautiful like the sky on a clear summer day, making you feel like you’re being rained by sunshine and happiness. however, your adoration is cut short when the beholder clears their throat and looks away.
you finally snap out of it and realize how much you‘ve been staring. you mutter a low apology underneath your breath, looking away. however, you look once more and see the whole face of the person who stands before you. you study their features quietly, marking them one by one and adoring how much they compliment each other. from the blue eyes, dark blue lashes, pointed nose, red lips, perfect jaw, he definitely looks like a model. much like the man who had been occupying your mind these days.
it surely does look like him. maybe next time you see each other you‘d tell him about this person who looks like him. you smile to yourself hoping that you’d see him again, though you hold that though and look at the person once again.
wait a minute.
“… megumi?”
surely it‘s him. you cannot be mistaken. how could you be? it‘s the infamous fushiguro megumi from your wednesday and friday math class, the one who got assigned as your project partner for the last semester‘s project, the very same man who has been in your head all day long.
“hi,” shyly he responds to the uncertain call, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. you raise a brow as you wonder what could be wrong with him. just a few weeks back, both of you would have been chatting at a nearby café, yet here he is looking away, not even greeting properly.
“how‘re you?” you strike up the conversation starter, hoping to talk with the pretty boy before you leave for your stop and never see him again. yet your attempts fall in vain when he does not even speak a word to you, simply nodding and muttering silently to himself; not even to you.
a frown makes its way to your face as you wonder what had happened between the time you weren‘t together for him to not even speak a word to you. had you doke something wrong? or something to upset him? you do not know.
as thoughts clog your head, you don‘t notice how a certain dark haired man looks at you. he too, is mesmerized by the way you look. it hasn‘t been too long since you haven’t seen each other, yet megumi thinks it‘s been centuries.
after having spent time with you, he can‘t seem to forget the way your eyes glimmer when you look at him. or the way you purse your lips and furrow your brows when you make a mistake, and most especially the way your eyes shine bright like stars when you‘ve done something right.
and it doesn’t help that earlier this morning he had thought about bringing you your favourite sweet— that you had mentioned before— to class tomorrow, and here you are right in-front of him in the most awkward position possible.
“‘m sorry if i‘m cursing to much,” he can‘t help the apology that falls past his lips. meanwhile you don‘t know what he‘s apologizing for. so with a cocked brow, you look up and show a confused face.
“i‘m a bit too close and this train is too tight, so— uh— our situation really isn‘t the most comfortable one.”
“wait, too close?”
and then it dawns upon you. you look down and around to see the amount of people around, it actually is crowded in the train. but that is not where your attention lies at. you attention lies in the proximity between you both.
you hadn‘t noticed earlier, but now you have. you‘re back up against the door with megumi standing right in-front of you. you‘re caged between him and his right arm and left as he tries to back up a bit to not be so pressed against you, but it does him no justice as the train moves too much, and with every little movement the more he is pressed against you.
“oh.” in realization of the situation, you mutter. megumi can‘t help but chuckle at the face you make as your cheeks heat up and so does the tip of your ears. suddenly, you‘re hyper aware of what is going on. “haha.. don‘t— worry..”
“i hope its fine—”
“more than fine!” you say, albeit too loud. your eyes go wide once more and then you finally realize what you had said, immediately you start to ramble every excuse that pops into your head. “i mean— it‘s okay. don‘t worry like it‘s natural the train is packed, like don’t apologize really! there’s nothing to be sorry for, this proximity does not disturb me. in fact, we can even go like to a date after this—”
“you want to go on a date with me?” megumi cuts you off mid ramble and you look up at him, meeting his eyes as you once again realize you had spoken without filtering your words. but now, there is no taking it back anymore, you‘ve gone to far in and there‘s no way of return.
“.. i mean‘t what i said..” you nod slowly. and then, when you least expect it, a smile makes its way to his face. there‘s a glint in his eyes as he nods at your words, leaning in a bit more as he presses his lips softly against your cheek.
in every life, you find that your efforts are just not enough.
reincarnation au. mentions of death, different types of aus for each life, angst, pining, fluff, (kind of very) suggestive but nothing explicit. idk how to feel abt this i just wanted to finish this to get out of a writing slump so Please be gentle with me. inspired by dean’s D (half moon) This Song Is So Beautiful
Theveryfirst time you met Megumi, you asked him and his companion what they wanted to drink and if they were ready to order. He asked for water and his friend ordered something that was alcoholic, and in turn, you asked to see his ID. The man playfully scoffed, throwing out some corny joke about looking so young and charming, and you had to force a laugh. You hear the same sentiment almost every day.
After confirming his age and walking away to get their drinks, Gojo faced Megumi.
“Real pretty. You should ask her out.”
It took all of Megumi’s strength to hold back a groan, but he made a show of rolling his eyes so that Gojo knewhe wasn’t in the mood for this right now.
“You say that about every single girl we pass by. I’m not interested.”
“No, really,” Gojo starts, glancing back behind him to see if you were anywhere in sight. “This one’s different– call it intuition. Just give her a chance.”
His eyes sparkle. Megumi scowls. “No.”
The rest of the night is only slightly awkward with Gojo’s comments and questions about how old you were and whatnot, trying to retrieve information for Megumi so that maybe he would feel more inclined to ask you out. It didn’t work. Everything that spilled out of Gojo’s mouth almost made you wince, and Megumi was aware that you were taking it the wrong way (He couldn’t blame you).
At the end of dinner, Megumi quietly scolded Gojo to stop being a creep.
Burdened by guilt, Gojo gave you a generous tip that nearly made you squeak as you held the cash close to your chest, forgetting your duty to wish them goodbye and to have a good day.
Megumi wanted to wait behind and apologize to you for Gojo’s weird behavior, but you looked far too excited, stuffing the cash in your apron pocket before collecting the dishes and wiping down the table. A little smile lingered on your face the whole time. He figured he should let you be.
That was the first and last time the two of you ever saw each other– in that life, at least.
The second time you meet Megumi, the both of you are eight years old on the playground and you’re trying to beckon him to make a castle with you in the sandbox.
He’s awfully shy, staring at you with wide eyes as you literally plead for him to help you.
“Go on, kid,” Toji says gruffly, patting Megumi’s shoulders with such heavy hands that the little boy almost topples over. “Make some friends and play.”
He drags his feet over there, cautious but curious as you scoop all the dry sand into the bucket, trying to flip it over before it can all spill out. And when he finally sits down across from you in the sand, you clap and give him his own bucket to work with.
When the two of you find out that you can’t make castles purely out of dry sand, you suggest cops and robbers instead. Megumi agrees. He’s really complacent.
The truth is, Megumi has never seen anyone so bright and eager to talk and play with him in his life. Even though he’s barely eight, he’s not nearly as conversational and outgoing as other kids his age are, so when he finds that you are actually excited to be in his presence, he really doesn’t want to say No. It feels nice to be accepted by you.
You drag him along around the playground, starchy hands from the sand in his as you pull him down the slide with you, as you show him how to properly climb up the rock climbing wall, as your fingers brush against his arm in a game of tag. It’s the most his heart has ever raced.
Toji sees Megumi get along with you. He thinks that he can stay at the park and watch over you guys for just a little longer.
But as soon as the sun starts heading to bed, finding itself lower and lower in the sky, Toji stands up and calls for Megumi so that they can head home.
Before he gets the chance to run back to his dad, you tackle Megumi in a big hug, thanking him for spending time with you.
And again, after that, the two of you never see each other again.
And even as Megumi gets older, he never forgets you. He thinks back on that day, thinks about you, sending silent wishes to the universe that you were safe and well.
He found that you were part of one of his core memories. It’s one of those things that as he ages, it’s not at the front of his mind, but at random times, your chubby little eight year-old face flashes behind his eyes, and a feeling of appreciation swallows his chest.
He wonders where you are.
You are head over heels. Unabashedly enamored, ridden with lovesickness. All your smiles are shy and your skin heats up so quickly under his gaze– in any other case, you’d think you have a fever.
He watches with a smile as you duck your head down, keeping your eyes trained on the overgrown grass as you playfully groan, “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He teases further. God, you have an iron grip on him and you don’t even know it. Megumi would do anythingfor you.
“Like– like—”
Like you love me.
Both of you know it. You love him and he knows it. He’s in love with you and boy, do you know it. It’s something that neither of you have confessed yet, burdened with irrational worries and fear.
Megumi wants to say it. He wants you (so badly).
But the world is kind of facing a crisis, and with the threat of war lingering on the corners of everyone’s mind, he’s not sure. He doesn’t want to promise you something and then be taken away from you. He is of age, after all. He cannot refuse to go.
So the two of you keep chasing each other, and although it is a little painful, it’s the type of pain that hurts so good. The two of you are in this masochistic cycle of getting so close– so close to a kiss, to a confession, and then one of you draws back, and you two spend your nights alone and dreaming about what ifs.
So you resort to something else, something that’s lame and obviously just a lie to hide your feelings.
“Like there’s something on my face.”
He wants to laugh at how avoidant you are. He knows what you’re itching to say, and you’re just so cute about it that he wants to scoop you into his arms and smush your face, kiss your cheeks and your lips and—
“Yeah,” He says breathily, “Lots of things on your face. Eyes, nose, mouth,” He lists, a smile growing when you look up at him with a scowl. You’re about to cut him off and tell him to quit being a smartass, but he takes your breath away before you can.
“Makes you real pretty.”
“Shutup.”
“Make me?” He tests, leaning down to try and catch the look in your eyes as you shyly turn your head away.
“Megumi!”
He laughs softly and makes the bold move of pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’re all frozen up and at a loss for words when he says let me walk you home.
He takes your hand in his and leads the way. You rest against his arm the entire time.
Weeks later, Megumi gets a notice– one he’s been dreading. His time is running out as he contemplates what to do, what to saywhen he finally faces you.
It’s a blur when he tells you he’s been drafted, your throat burning as tears cloud your vision. Megumi tries helping you breathe, holding your face so softly, whispering into your hair.
“I love you,” He says finally, closing his eyes when you hold onto him a little tighter.
“I love you so, so much– I’ll be home before you know it,” He promises; something that he was initially scared of doing.
I’ll come home. I’ll be back for you. Please wait for me.
The two of you spend the rest of his remaining time together before he leaves, drowning each other in whispered confessions and gentle touches, kisses, longing looks. A part of you loves it all the way the two of you can let it out at last, but you wish it didn’t have to be under these circumstances.
The both of you exchange letters while he’s away, and you find yourself staring at his handwriting with yearning. You also try to send him care packages as much as you can, tucking in things you think he’d like into the box before sending it away.
You send him a few polaroids of yourself. He sends back a letter saying he keeps his favorite in his pocket (right near his heart).
You almost cry. You miss him so much.
It becomes routine and soon you know exactly which days his letters should be arriving but for a while now, he’s been silent. You reread the last few letters he sent for any indication that he’ll have to pause for a while, or if there’s somewhere he has to be, but he hadn’t left any warnings or clues. So instead, you keep rereading what he’s already sent, a loving smile never failing to find its way onto your features. You daydream often about the life the two of you can start once he gets home.
A concerning amount of time passes and Megumi is still silent. You write him another letter, reminding him that you love and miss him, and that you always wish him the best, along with other little things about your days that he would typically ask about. Maybe, you think, if you send this one out, he’ll be reminded to write back (even though it’s a little odd that he forgot in the first place).
A few days later, a man in uniform shows up at your doorstep and delivers some heartbreaking news. You’re so shocked that you cannot even find it in yourself to cry, but you finally break when he tells you that when they found his body, he was holding a picture in his hand.
It was the photo of you.
“Your Highness,” Megumi calls out, trying to remain impassive.
You give him a disapproving look at the formality, but with his eyes, he points to the other people in the massive hallway, and your shoulders relax.
“Yes, Megumi?”
“The seamstress has requested to see you today.”
You don’t know how he does it. You don’t know how he can hide his emotions so well, how he keeps his voice calm and steady despite the way his heart falters inside his chest. You swallow down the lump in your throat– you know what you’re being requested for.
“Okay,” You say just for the sake of responding, waiting for everyone else to leave so that you can talk to Megumi in private.
Once it’s just the two of you alone, your weak composure falls. “I don’t wantto.”
He looks at you, eyes ridden with heartbreak.
“Megumi,” You plead, making your way closer to him and catching his fingers in your own. “Please. Please make it go away.”
Guiding his hand further up your body, you plan it right on your heart– right where it hurts.
It’s how the two of you end up in your bedroom, a verysacred space that usually no one else but you steps into, but Megumi’s been in here plenty of times. You always beckon him in, with your pretty smile and soft promises, and he just can’t deny your advances with the way he feels for you.
He noses at your neck, spreading kisses and soft little bites that make you gasp, his hands running up and down your arms, brushing against the sleeves of your elegant gown.
You remember that in the beginning, he was scared to touch you, like he’d be burned for laying his hands on someone as precious as you.
Now, he touches you with need and want, without a care in the world for your differences.
“Megumi,” You sigh out as he moves to cup your face, forehead pressed against yours.
“I’m yours,” You declare. “Only yours. My heart belongs to you.”
He stares at you, his face a mixture of sadness and love.
“I want to be with you,” You say, your voice cracking just a teeny bit. Megumi hates thinking about it, about the fact that you must leave him.
He knows he can’t promise you anything. He knows he cannot fight the man you are to be betrothed to, for he is only a humble knight in a castle full of royals. The both of you know that at this rate, you can neverbe together.
So instead of wasting his breath by telling you sweet lies that would only appease the pain for a limited time, he catches your lips in his and lets you melt into his touch, backing you up to sit on your bed.
Someone knocks on the door and you freeze.
“Your highness? The seamstress called for you this morning. Is everything alright?”
You’re about to swallow down your pain and give a strong Yes, but Megumi doesn’t stop at his actions, kissing up your neck and biting softly at the lobe of your ear, so your Yes comes out a little weak and choked out regardless.
“Your highness?” The voice asks with worry, leaning in closer to the door, “Are you sick? Do you need help? Should I come in?”
“No!” You cry out, grip tightening on Megumi’s sleeve as he bites down at your skin. You can feel his lips curl up into a smug little smile despite it all.
“I’m fine!” You insist, trying to hold back the gasps that beg to escape. “I’ll be there in a minute!”
You hear the person on the other side of the door walk away, the sound of footsteps growing quieter as you look up at Megumi with eyes that say You’re in trouble.
He laughs and dips down to kiss at your lips, softer this time.
“I love you,” He confesses against you, gently pushing your hair from your face. “Always.”
Your stern resolve crumbles once again and you let him kiss you over and over and repeat himself as he whispers to you, In every life, I will love you.
You replay his words in your head, heart aching to say the same thing now as you stand in front of the carriage you’ll be leaving your home kingdom in.
Megumi holds your hand and helps you up, thumb running over your fingers in a soothing manner, but he avoids your eyes. When you see him turn his head away from you, his eyes shine in the light.
You watch him from the carriage window as the door slams shut, craning your neck as far as you can to see him as he grows smaller and smaller the more the carriage is pulled away.
He wipes at his eyes with the back of his wrist before turning on his heel and walking back up to the castle.
As soon as he gets home, Megumi is greeted by the sound of traffic outside his window and his two big fluffy dogs that excitedly follow his every step and press their heads into his legs, asking for pets.
Despite the fact that he has two pups and a new plant every few weeks to keep him company (they always die, and he solemnly finds himself at the garden section again and again, silently promising to himself that this time it won’twither away), he feels a bit lonely.
It’s something he will never admit to his friends; Nobara has been excited recently over her steady relationship with Maki, and Yuji has been going on dates every weekend yet recently announced that this time he thinks he’s found the one– Megumi just thinks that this really isn’t the time to rain on everyone’s parade and say that his apartment feels much too cold and empty, and that perhaps his bed might just be a little too big.
He slinks down into his sofa and catches a soft light peering in from outside his window, following the trail of it till he sees the moon, sitting in the sky all pretty.
It’s a half moon– one side that glows softly, provides a gentle light that’s nearly drowned out by all the city light pollution.
Megumi knows there’s another half to the moon, concealed by the darkness and tucked away from everyone’s sight. He knowsit’s there. Everyone knows it’s there. It just can’t be seen, yet.
He wonders about the other half to his moon.
Your relationship with Megumi is… complicated.
It’s more like a situationship– that’s what Nobara calls it, anyway, when she gets angry on your behalf and tells you that he’s not worth it, it’s not even a relationship, baby– I hate to say it, but he’s just stringing you along.
You got upset at her; you knew she was telling the truth.
(When she saw your face fall, she apologized and kissed your head and told you she just didn’t like seeing you get hurt like that.)
You both want each other, that much is clear.
Although, sometimes, with the way Megumi acted, you really weren’t sure if he actually wanted to be with you or not.
He tells you he wants to be with you, but he’s just not readyyet.
It’s been months. Some days, you feel like you’re wasting your time, and then he ropes you back in with his fingers digging into your thighs and his unlimited knowledge of everything about you.
The two of you were best friends until you tumbled into this weird phasethingsituationship. You know him like the back of your hand and he, you. It’s hard to not fall for him– he can read you like a book, he can tell what you’re feeling and thinking without you needing to even say a single word. And when he can read you so easily, he knows what to do, and he’s always helping patch up your heart in ways that no one else can, because you’re just thatclose.
The dynamic you two share is something that takes years to cultivate, and you grip onto that fact so tight, you refuse to let it go. You want him; you wait for him. Even as the days blended into weeks and then months and nearly half a year– half a year of waiting for him and making uncomfortable jokes about how funny your little… thingis in hopes that he gets the hint and finally just makes you his.
The thing is, Megumi is painfully aware. Some days he wakes up and sends you long messages apologizing for how long he’s taking and how you deserve better. But you don’t want better, you want him.The two of you are so emotionally invested and codependent on one another that you do not dream of leaving him, and even if he encourages you to find someone better, he really doesn’t want you to.
It’s a weird, toxic little game, and Megumi hates himself for it.
He wants to be with you, he’s just scared.
He’s scared of the type of commitment that comes with a solid relationship. He’d grown up watching his father go through women like cigarettes, and with a perception of relationships so warped, he’s scared that he’ll hurt you.
(He already is. Has been for a while, really).
It’s so easy to ignore the pain when the two of you are together, shyly sharing sweet nothings or biting at each other’s lips to muffle your sounds. Megumi does spoil you rotten with lots of attention and trinkets and things you mentioned you liked oncebefore he made sure it was in the palm of your hands. You never worried if you were the only one in his life— you definitely were.
He was just so flakey sometimes, avoiding you when he knew that you’d pop the infamous question of what are we?
It lingers on your tongue now, as he cuddles into your side and calls you sweet things like babyandprincessandmy love. He tells you he loves you, too.
And then he subtly reminds you that he’s still not ready yet.
“Missed you today,” He says sleepily into your sweater, hand coming up to caress at your face, thumb running along your jaw. “You’re on my mind all day when I’m at work– you make it real hard to focus.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” He sighs dreamily, “Always thinking of you. My favorite girl.”
Your heart twists as if it’s protesting, don’t give me false hope.
You only hum in response, and he looks up at you confusedly. Usually, you’d get all bashful and tell him to stop it, and he’d only go further, loving how vulnerable you get with him.
“Something wrong, baby?”
“No,” You breathe out softly, carding your fingers through his hair. “Just a little tired. Missed you, too.”
Megumi offers a tiny little smile, but his heart knows that something isn’t right.
His heart also knows what exactlyisn’t right, but he doesn’t want to face that right now.
You keep putting up with his antics before you start getting yourself ready to cut things off. When you think about it, it seems easy and painless– a simple confrontation that he’ll understand the reason behind, and then the two of you can go your separate ways.
But when you get ready to actually doit, you fold. You think it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever bring yourself to do.
You know you should end things now. He’s wasted months of your time and will probably keep at it if you don’t put an end to it. He’s held you back in so many ways– never intentionally, of course, but with his flakey promise of one day being yours, you find yourself a little less social and outgoing and eager to meet new people because, well, he’ll be yours one day and there’s no point in searching for others.
(You should’ve known that that ‘one day’ will never come).
Nobara hypes you up endlessly, sending you long paragraphs while she’s on break at work, telling you that you live for you and you’re the baddest bitch; always something along those lines. Truthfully, it does help you feel better, and when she sends you a playlist full of Megan and Nicki songs, you think Yeah, fuck him!
And then he messages you that he was thinking of you today, that he misses you, he loves you, he wants to hang out soon, he got a little locket with his initial on it for you.
And oh, your heart plummets.
But you cannot backpedal your way out of this. You’ve already spent enough time asserting yourself and you would hate for Nobara’s motivational speeches to go to waste.
You should also hate for more of your time to be wasted and for your feelings to keep being played with, but for some reason you tend to brush that one off. Facing Nobara is more of a consequence than facing your own feelings.
When you meet up with Megumi, he’s got this endearing little smile on his face as he plays with the chain of the locket, the gold of it slipping in and out of his fingers loosely, the heart of it heavy in his palm. He catches you walking closer to him and lights up, sees how emptyyour neck looks, and thinks that yes, this locket and perhaps a few of his own personal marks on you should do good.
You’ve got a sad smile on your face when he holds it out to you and starts talking.
“Thought you’d like this,” He starts, and just the sound of his voice could be enough to reel you back in. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
You’re mine. A few months ago, the phrase would’ve made your heart go wild and you’d actually believe that he means it this time, that the two of you are official and he’s finally making themove.
But now, you know better. You know he just wants to say it, you know he wants you to be his without the actual commitment and label and relationshipbeing part of it.
“You like it?”
Megumi steps closer, holding the necklace open so that he can clasp it around your neck, and you falter.
“Yeah,” You croak before clearing your throat, “Yeah, ’s really pretty, Megumi.”
He gives a little smile, arms nearly wrapping around you to get the necklace on, but you softly push his wrists away and step back, creating a little more distance.
“Actually…” You start, swallowing down your fear and hesitation.
“I kinda wanted to talk… to you… about something.”
His brows furrow and his hands lower, “What’s up?”
You replay everything Nobara has told you, all those song lyrics about letting go, and take a deep breath. You know you have the chance to change the topic or bring up something totally unrelated, but you cannot betray yourself now.
“I think we should end… this.This… thing. Us, I mean. We should stop.”
Your voice cracks towards the end, and you’re positive that Megumi can see the cracks through your ‘tough’ facade. He can see through anything.
He knows it’s killing you, and it’s killing him too. He thinks you’re joking at first, thinks you’re trying to pull his leg so that he can hurry up and make it official already, but you don’t say anything after, and with the way that you look like you’re about to cry; he knows you’re serious.
“Oh,” He lets out.
“Yeah,” You start, sadness transforming into frustration. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s been months,Megumi. Months of just sitting around waiting for you to finally be mine, but all you do is say you want it and then act dumb and tell me that you’re not ready yet– as if you’ll ever be ready. I’m tired of just, just—”
“Waiting for me.”
“Yes,” You breathe, pushing down the guilt you feel.
He clears his throat and avoids your eyes, fingers curling around the heart locket.
“Yeah,” He finally croaks out. “I understand.”
The night ends after the two of you awkwardly try to discuss (more like choke out) that maybe you can try again later. Maybe, with time, the two of you can come back to one another and things will reallywork out. Megumi means it. You just agree to alleviate the pain.
Megumi tells you, before you say goodnight and leave, that maybe in another life, everything played out smoothly. Perhaps everything went right– the way it should. You gave him a dry laugh and said yes, maybe, in another life simply to emphasize that it can happen in any timeline except this one.
You and Yuji simply look perfect together.
And it’s been like that for years– for forever, Megumi thinks. Even as all of you get older, as life gets busier and adulthood and age consumes all of you whole, Megumi will always think about how great the two of you are together.
When he was younger, it was harder to hide the love that came across his eyes whenever he looked at you. He thinks he’s mastered the skill of keeping it secret, of hiding his feelings, but they slip out sometimes.
He just loves you too much. He always has.
He hates that you never notice, and he hates that Yuji just trusts him so much. When he leaves the room and the two of you are alone— God, heaven forbid that Yuji finds out what runs through Megumi’s mind. His best friend just trusts him so fucking much that some nights, he wishes that he be a little more skeptical, a little more cautious of the distance between you and Megumi, that he’d make it a little more clear and firm that you are already in a happy relationship.
But Yuji’s so full of love and trust that he doesn’t mind at all; not when Megumi lets his hands linger on your arms, when he gets a little too excited at the opportunity to fix your necklace or your coat, the way he’s the first on his feet and volunteering to help you with anything you need. No, Yuji doesn’t mind any of it at all, and Megumi is always facing an inner battle of respecting unspoken boundaries or pushing it. Some days, he wonders how you would respond if he made a move. A sliver of his heart truly, intuitively believes that you’d reciprocate.
Yuji’s face flashes in his mind and he reminds himself that it’s wrong,and then he reprimands himself and goes on some mental lecture on morality and all of that other bullshit that Megumi really wishes didn’t matter. The darkest parts of him don’t really care, but they’re dark and hidden away for a reason many reasons, really.
He loves you, he loves Yuji. He is boundlessly thankful for the dynamic you all share, for the loyalty that has remained strong throughout years of friendship, for the way you two still think about him and include him in things and invite him over and share news with him; he’s thankful for the sense of safety and family that you two provide, and he cannot ruin it all with his feelings. It’s something he has to deal with.
Deal with it, he reminds himself when he can overhear the two of you giggling and whispering to each other in your kitchen, trying to keep quiet out of courtesy. Megumi appreciates it, but it still hurts when Yuji whispers something about loving you into your ear and Megumi hears it loud and clear. He always pretends he’s not paying attention; he deals with it.
He deals with it when he calls your phone and Yuji answers instead, sounding breathless and joyful but also slightly impatient like he interruptedsomething. He deals with it when Yuji asks if only the two of them could hang out, only to be lured into the jewelry store and asked for help in picking a ring. He deals with it when you call him and squeal into his ear about your engagement, deals with it when you ask what color you should get your nails done for the big day. He so badly wants to say his favorite color; he knows you’d go through with it, after all. But with an ache in his heart, he mutters Yuji’s favorite color over the line and in return gets a big happy thanks from you and what sounds like a kissy noise before you hang up. He deals with the fact that that’s the closest to a kiss from you he will ever get.
He deals with it when you invite him into the dressing room and ask him if the dress is okay.Megumi deals with not being able to sneak up the long, pretty skirt and give you the orgasm of your life and then kiss you so sweetly afterward. He deals with saying Yeah, so breathless and awestruck that it’s all the confirmation that you need.
That’s all his life consists of– dealing, dealing, and dealing with it. Yearning day after day, always from afar, alone with his wishes of you by his side.
And he knows his fate is sealed, that he has to deal with it just a little bit more, as he watches from the side– watches as you tear up and recite all your sappy little vows to Yuji, as the ring slides onto your finger and two of you go in for a kiss.
Deal with it.
Megumi finds that he experiences deja vu often; a little too often. Often enough to be concerning, often enough for him to actually delve into the spiritual twitter threads that read ‘different types of psychics!’ with a bunch of sparkle and glass ball emojis trailing after. He swears (to himself– he never tells anyone else) that he has dreams of the days ahead, and they play out exactly how they went in his sleep. It’s odd, but gives him some sort of confidence in his intuition (or whatever it is), and he’s good at predicting lots of events. It comes naturally to him.
He sees a memory of the present moment flash in the front of his mind again as he sits across Gojo in a restaurant booth. The colors, the feeling, the smug little look on Gojo’s face as he watches the waitress approach the table from behind him. He sees this sort of sparkle in Gojo’s eye and, suddenly, he sees that something very bad and embarrassingis going to happen.
You approach the table, ask them what you can get them to drink. Megumi asks for water, Gojo asks for something with a hint of alcohol. Megumi senses he’s gonna pull something corny, and he does.
I guess I just look so young and charming, he chimes after you ask for ID.
You laugh; it’s forced. Megumi knows.
When you walk away, Megumi nearly tells Gojo to not start,but the man beats him to it and lets his comment slip anyways.
“Real pretty. You should ask her out.”
Right, Megumi thinks.
Gojo makes another comment about how he should reallyshoot his shot this time calls it intuition.
Yeah, intuition.
What happens next is a series of events that could not only be predicted by Megumi because of his weird little psychic moments– no, anyone who knew Gojo could easily guess what would happen.
The white haired man starts prying,asking you old you are, if you’re studying. You give him a weary smile and glance towards Megumi as if he’ll do anything, or maybe to just check out the duo, see if they’re both a little… odd.
You see Megumi give his friend a death glare of sorts, and when you walk away, you swear you hear a faint Will you knock it off? You’re freaking her out.
When you come back to collect all their dishes, you see a hefty tip tucked under one of the napkins as if to hide it. You’re appreciative of the sneaky move; you’re sure that if anyone else got a peek at the wad of cash, they’d snatch it from your table.
Unknowingly, a sound of surprise slips out of your mouth as you hold the cash close to you as if it’ll disappear, poofing into a bunch of little sparkles and leaving you emptyhanded.
But it doesn’t; it’s real, it’s cold hard cash that’ll help you generously,so you smile all bright and stuff it in your pocket, looking around to make sure no one sees.
As you turn your head, you spot him looking at you. The cute boy with dark hair, the one that told his weird friend to knock it off. And you catch him smiling, even though it’s soft and easy to miss because of the awful lighting.
You make your way towards him, and Megumi freezes up, already stuttering before you can even get to him as he glances to the exit and sees that Gojo is already gone. He still has a chance, a chance to leave, to slip past all the people walking in and being one of those “good samaritan” people that you meet only a few times in an entire life.
You catch him before he goes and he opens his mouth as soon as you do.
“Thank you—”
“I’m sorry—”
You laugh and gesture for him to go first, since what he had to say seemed far more important.
“I, uh,” He starts, dumbfounded at how pretty you look.
“I’m sorry for his behavior, he’s just… getting old, I guess.”
You laugh again and Megumi thinks that if he has to make jokes at Gojo’s expense just to hear it, then he’ll do it again. (And again, and again.)
“It’s fine. Kinda worth it, I guess.” You say with a knowing smile, patting your apron pocket.
“I was wondering,” Megumi starts before he can stop himself, and he wants to eat up his words so badly,wants to say just kidding! wants to say oh, nevermind, before granting you a goodbye and leaving the eatery.
“Do you… Are you…?”
You nod and lean forward a little to show him that you’re listening, you’re ready for whatever he’s gotta say, but the way you come in closer has his mouth drying up.
“Can I… have…?”
You’ve got that knowing smile again, and Megumi knows that you know how much he’s struggling and what he wants to say. You’re teasing him, he thinks– the look in your eye, that pretty but sly little smile– but with the way it makes his stomach feel like it homes the sun, he doesn’t mind. In fact, all he can think about is how he mustget you back. This little game here cannot end tonight. He hopes that sometime later this week, maybe he can make you feel the sun in your stomach too.
“Yes,” You suddenly say, having mercy on him and pulling a pen from your apron. “Do you still have your receipt?”
“Huh?” He blurts, but pulls the crumpled piece of paper out from his pocket anyway, handing it to you.
Pressing the paper to the palm of your hand, you jot down your number. And although it’s a little wobbly, and most definitely crooked, it’s clear enough so that he can read it and type it into his phone later on.
“So,” He says as he takes the paper and stuffs it back into his pocket. You can feel how nervous he is; he avoids your eyes, keeps clearing his throat, opens and closes his mouth over and over again like he’s scared he’s gonna say something to drive you away.
“So,” You repeat, eyes searching his face in hoops that he’ll look at properly.
He does, as soon as you say I’ll see you soon. And oh, his eyes are full of delight and surprise and he really does look so lovely.
“Yeah,” He starts, sounding like he’s thinking of something else, like his mind is elsewhere. “Yeah.”
After that, Megumi finds that he can’t exactly predict how things will go anymore. He no longer has dreams about the days ahead, he doesn’t go through vivid cases of deja vu– meeting you was like jumping into the unknown, as if in his past lifetime, he’d done something different.
But as he looks at you now, sleeping next to him after you had insisted on cuddling and looking at the moon through his window, he has no regrets about stepping into that new territory, the unexplored corners of his life. You help him light the way, after all; his half moon.
A/N:My babies I promise I was completing more requests you guys sent, but then my inner intrusive thoughts won Anyways enjoy the angst! <3
“You will no longer be going into campus for college, you’re going to move to online studying”
You stared at your father in unconcealed shock and disbelief, as you envisioned your freedom collapsing right in front of you.
“But why? I’m- I’ve literally done nothing wrong! I’ve been focusing on my education and-“ you defended incoherently.
“Well clearly you haven’t been focusing enough since I’m hearing things from other people. Have you ever thought about how your actions could affect the reputation of our family?” Your dad cut you off, his eyebrows crossed in anger, making your back shiver and your knees grow weak.
Suddenly you hear shuffling from upstairs, you glare as you watch your cousins gathered around the staircase, watching your humiliation like some form of entertainment. The sly smiles on their faces was everything you needed to know on who the “other people” were.
Fuck you.
You felt angry tears build up in your eyes, but they were yet to spill. You knew they would get their way, they always did. How could a non sorcerer like you possibly win?
You can hold my arm if you’re scared
Megumi’s words were the only words that played in your head as you felt yourself shake with fear.
You quickly turned around to face the tall, dark haired bodyguard who looked stern as he stared straight ahead, but you paid no heed to it.
You grabbed the pale hand of your bodyguard, who held yours in return, and you stared up at him desperately.
“Megumi you gotta tell him! Tell dad how good I’ve been! You’re always there! You know how I’ve done nothing but focus on my-“
“Your father is right y/n”
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as you stared up at him in disbelief. His dark blue eyes never met yours.
You blinked once. Then twice. Hoping you heard him wrong, you stood silently next to him as you processed his words, your hands slipping out of his.
He’s not on your side.
The angry tears that were once suppressed finally ran down your flushed cheeks. Desperation taking over as you pressed your body against Megumi’s and grabbed his fitted black blazer, shaking him, punching his chest but he did not retaliate, only staring down at you blankly.
“Megumi you’re supposed to be on side! I thought we were-“
“We’re not” he cut you off sternly, his dark eyes finally focusing on you, but with an unimpressed glare. “We’re nothing, so stop it” he scolds firmly, making you feel like a pathetic child.
Oh. We’re nothing.
You take a step away from him, and look back at your dad with misty eyes, who is already staring at you. You look away in shame, exiting the room and heading upstairs.
“Megumi make sure she actually goes to her room please”
“Yes sir”
You felt his heavy steps follow you behind silently, and it halts as you reach your room.
“Y/n”
“Don’t ever talk to me again” you snap, slamming the bedroom door to his face.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes: thank you anon for this request!! I hoped that you enjoyed this !! + although,, bc of my heavy workload of activities in school,, i may have problems on my sched T_T but im suprised that i finished this faster omgg+ i put it on as gn reader bc i don’t know what is your gender preference ♡
— being his s/o was so accurate in his type. because, he wants a partner that has an unshakable character, having a moral compass, and is a hard worker.
— seeing you working so hard for the things you are passionate is really attractive to him.
— and it drives him too to make more effort in his training than he used to do. he can’t be left out by you, of all people.
— think about as him, being his own favorite person to look up to. same as you too! you look up to him because of the efforts he has made.
— and he loves to listen on your goals in life! because he knows that you’ll definitely reach it; fuck that, he KNOWS that you’ll get the things you want but more better than your initial plan!
— yes, he’s willing to support you. but, sometimes it worries him to the core when seeing you overworking yourself. because, every hard-working person like you needed a much deserving break/rest.
— he has no hesitation to pull you from your desk or working place just for you to relax a bit.
— besides from your ambitions, he also cares for your health and well-being.
— overall, he’s totally attracted, and utterly in love in you.
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you’re in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.
he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you’re experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, “if i squeeze you like this,” he squeezed your waist, “you’re like a human ketchup,” his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.
you slammed the pillow on his face, “if you’re here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain’t sleeping with a useless boyfriend.” You said in an angry tone.
But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.
— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn’t want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.
“‘gumi..” you lowly said in a soft tone.
he shited his eyes in you, “did tge pain go away?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, “i need cuddles.”
“But the pain y/n-”
“pretty please?”
from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, “is this better?”
“better than ever, thanks 'gumi..”
“hmm, you’re welcome.”
— we love life and life is yuuji. he’s realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.
“Mhmm! this really tastes good!” You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.
'i was hoping you could choke and die.’
a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, “sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?”
'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.’
— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.
he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.
“i love you, kento.
"i love you too.”
— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you’re any feeling better.
He called you many times that you lost count.
“y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?”
“I will yuuta, trust me, i’ll be fi— crap crap cramps.”
and that’s whenhe get started to worry about you. “are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!”
“Im okay yuuta, don’t worry about me. this literally happens every month,” you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, “i jut want you yo be safe that’s all”, he replied.
“When you comeback here, we’ll go on dates. promise?”
Her Notes: No thoughts just (my bf) Megumi :>♡Navi
who is very patient, and always wait for you to finish a call or conclude a thought before kissing you, but doesn’t even think twice before shut you up by kissing you in the most breathtaking and passionate way when you start to ramble about how he’d better without, you, even tho he knows you hate to be interrupted.
who always takes the roadside of the sidewalk, automatically, so subtle that you’re almost sure you weren’t at that side seconds ago and is always more than ready to catch you, cuz seems like it’s your special ability trip on the air, even if this means to drop all your groceries
who is not very fond of PDA, but always finds himself craving your touch, especially when you guys are out, waiting in lines, walking down the streets, whether they are full or not, so he always has a pinky interlocked on yours
who is always the first one to start a small touch, a kiss, or to assure you about something but never fails in getting pouty and flustered when you caught him out off guard, stealing a kiss, hugging him from behind and especially saying “I love you” mid-sentence when he’s scolding you for something silly
who swears he doesn’t have a type and doesn’t care about appearance cuz this doesn’t matter, but caught himself thinking about every little detail he loves about you and how he’s attracted to every and each of them, completely unaware of the smile that’s adorning his lips due to those thoughts.
Gets worried whenever you get hurt but then calms down when he realizes it’s just a stupid bruise from bumping into the table
Definitely kisses your cuts/bruises
Loves to run his finger over them (obviously not if they’d still hurt, he would never want to hurt you in any way)
Grows accustomed to seeing some type of bruise on them because he knows they like to risk the durability of their body (haha sarcasm :P)
Like that one time when you were going too fast on a skateboard and ended up falling on your arm (and ass) and he had to carry you to the bed and call Shoko to check what you’d hurt since you couldn’t really move your arm that much
Was shitting his mf pants when Shoko told him you sprained your arm and wrist.
“But Sato’ I don’t need the slinggggg!!” You complained as Shoko was putting it on you. “Bunny you know you need it.” Satoru cupped your cheeks as he sat beside you on the bed.
“Fuckers, I’m done. I’ll take my leave now, I don’t wanna.. disturb… that……..” Shoko said as she inches away from you both and out the door.
Definitely babies you and doesn’t let you even hold a feather because it’s “too heavy”
Makes you take your pain killers at the appropriate times, nothing more, nothing less despite your whining
Worries for you a lot when you start trying to pick things up with that arm
Megumi Fushiguro:
He expects you to get hurt everywhere you go at this point
He’s always the one patching you up but he scolds you for being careless
“It’s just a scratch Megu’, you don’t needa worry about me!” You gave him an energetic smile. “When you run into a wall because you’re too invested in talking to me across the room six times a day, I do need to worry.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gave you an ice pack for the bruise on your forehead.
You remind him a bit of Yuuji if he’s being honest
It’s even funnier that you and Yuuji do end up being patched up by him and/or Ieri.
He smacks you upside the head when he learns of your small injury and proceeds to take you to his dorm to patch you up.
Expect him to be extra affectionate to you subtly, but in a way that Yuuji and Nobara even know
Toji Fushiguro:
He laughs when he learns of your constant recklessness during your average day
Of course he patches up your little cuts and tries to help you when he can if you have anything sprained
Because of his job, I doubt he’d be able to be home all the time because of your job or be able to call off for a long time because if he is the sole breadwinner, then man’s gotta work
He’ll worry about you and try to finish his jobs faster so that he can come home to see you and Megu’
He likes to show you that he’s there for you (if it’s an injury that leaves you bedridden like a sprained joint or sth) by cuddling with you and spending more time with Megumi
Yuuta Okkotsu:
He’s always worried about you, no he never stops.
So when his s/o is reckless, he’s hoping that you’re really careful on missions
He doesn’t what he would do if he ever lost you
But then again, he’s just overthinking.
He knows that you’re strong and can take care of yourself, but he also knows that you also struggle to keep yourself injury-free for even a day
Seriously, you give him a heart attack at least once a day with the way you always end up with a new bruise/cut
Watches over you when you cook because he’s afraid you’ll cut yourself
“Yuuyuu why do I feel your eyes on me?” You asked the black haired man that was resting on the couch. “T-They’re not, Sweetheart!” He answered. You could see him shift his position on the couch.
“Ah shit!”
He stood up and rushed to see you, “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”
Once you were sure he was at your side, you giggled at how he fell for your little game.
“Aha! So you were staring at me!” You said as you continued chopping up the potatoes.
You saw him blush as he tried to explain himself, “W-Well, how could I not? You’re always hurting yourself!”
You laughed until you felt a stinging sensation on your middle finger.
Trying to conceal the now stinging incision on your finger you retorted: “T-That’s not true!” You giggled.
“…”
“…”
“You cut your finger huh?”
“…yes”
He disinfected your cut and got you a bandage, then finished making dinner for the both of you
