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.
you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
Being naturally athletic and a powerhouse of energy, it’s very hard to keep up with him when he’s in training yuuji mode. He’s very supportive though, always encouraging you to push yourself to your limits in an annoyingly sweet way of his own. Always promising you’d get back to the dorms and pig out with his secret snack stash which you are yet to see for yourself.
Fushiguro Megumi:
He’s never considered training with someone else before, it was always a solo event for him. Yet when you asked him oh so nicely, he couldn’t help, but blush. He was worried that you wouldn’t be able to keep up or he’d be too sweaty and gross and you’d immediately lose any interest you had in training with him in the first place. He starts slow with the sets he gives you and then builds it slowly, but surely. Making sure you’re doing alright every step of the way, trying his best to be more attentive to your needs in(and out) of training.
Kugisaki Nobara:
She never really knew she needed to train before coming to jujutsu high, she barely thought she needed training either until almost every person beat her in laps and you were right there with her in training ability. So you took a double pinkie vow to train together and then you showed up only to go get coffee and shop a little more. You finally started training when she picked the perfect outfit to work out in (which was an amazing outfit.) and got to work, spotting each other and pushing each other (affectionately). You both got better and better at the training aspect of learning more cursed technique and you did it together, celebrating with a fun day planned at a festival nearby.
Inumaki Toge:
His training with you consists of not training and feral running across the school grounds, going long after you gave up. When he’s “training” he basically sits on the grass while you stand above him, stretching your muscles for as long as you can before you completely fall apart while trying to keep up with him. You mostly engage in conversations which mostly consist of you nodding along to everything he rambles out, the other students are surprised at just how much he’ll go on and on and on, most of the rambles completely unintelligible even by the masters of Inumaki interpreters. You can tell he’s getting close to starting when his words start to become less and less frequent , seeing the little cogs in his brain turning as he stares at your usual course. You normally take a deep breath as he stands, giving his legs a small stretch before racing ahead, leaving you in the dust. You always meet at the vending machines after training, Inumaki always chooses to do a lap or two more than you.
Yoshino Junpei:
He does couples yoga with you on Wednesdays with some old ladies in his neighbourhood. You’re not as flexible as he is, but good god is it nice to see him fold himself like a pretzel every week. Highlight of your week. He was shy about it at first hearing about Yuuji’s intense training at the gym, but once you joined him and made a fool of yourself trying to compete with him, he felt a lot better. He may not have the physical capability to pick you up, but he can climb you like a goddamn jungle gym.
Gojo Satoru:
You’d like to think he’d train and you’d be right. At least that’s what he thinks training is, which is walking barefoot in the wilderness to reconnect his life force with the earth, but he really just wants to be barefoot in the woods. He tells you (lies) and says that he likes to jog in the woods. So of course you bring your joggers and appropriate footwear and you arrive to find him sitting on a rock with already cold black coffee from Starbucks in his hand and eating a cake pop. He immediately proceeds to tell you that you should’ve told him you wanted coffee and cake pops then maybe he would’ve saved some for you (he wouldn’t). You’re almost 100% sure he took you out here to murder you, but when he takes his shoes off, wearing no socks underneath and proceeds to walk deep straight into the thick woods, you have completely lost your mind and he’s just about ready to regain his.
Nanami Kento:
You mention that you are a bit rusty and need some training most likely within earshot of Nanami and suddenly you are woken up at 5 in the morning with him hovering over you. His training is an intense full body, muscle straining 3 hours of testing his and your limit and your muscles hurt by the end. Sure you’ve been known to train from time to time, but the sheer amount of exercise you have done has probably worn you out for the next 3 weeks. Yet at 5am you are woken up again. You don’t say no of course, how could you when training with you has probably been the most you’ve seen Nanami emote almost ever. Your muscles are throbbing by the time it’s 8am, but instead of nodding politely and continuing his daily routine. He sets a small bento box next to you with a thank you, nods and continues his routine, excusing himself to shower. You happily eat the small breakfast he made you. He absolutely woke up at 4am just to prepare a reward for you at the end of training and continues to do this for as long as you train. He slowly makes them bigger as you get better at his training routine, making sure to feed you well and lingering just a little longer to watch you wolf down his prepared meal, smiling softly as you look satisfied.
Ijichi Kiyotake:
This man has never run a mile in his life and yet when you asked him to train with you he almost busted his pants. He came wearing what he thought would be appropriate gym wear, something akin to a school sports uniform, but found you in probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. You started training without him and you were already building a good sweat and now he was building quite a sweat as well. You don’t expect him to join, content with him watching you and keeping you company, but he insisted on joining in on one of your sets as soon as you paid enough attention to him. He tried. You basically held him up as you helped him take a seat, he was about to burst as he felt the heat from your sweaty sweaty body next to his. That’s the gist of what you could say. He really tried, but by the end he was so out of breath, you decided to stop your training early to take him out for breakfast to make up for the amount of squats he had done for you which drove him even crazy as you insisted to pay for the food and drinks and basically anything he needed to be back in a normal state. You both agreed to keep him off the gym mats forever and he opted to watch you for a bit before you ended so you could get breakfast together.
YOU KNOW WHAT⁉️THESE CHEATING ANGST THAT I’VE BEEN READING LITERALLY AFFECTED ME MENTALLY–I COULDN’T EVEN VIEW MYSELF BEING WITH MY FAVES ANYMORE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA CHEAT ON ME AND I WOULDN’T BLAME THEM i literally read angst to motivate myself that i deserve better but now im in a slump of insecurity and WRATH
i think seeing an y/n who knows they deserve better and put their cheating partners on their places WOULD HELP so pls recommend some shawtys ☝️
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.
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ More pretty boys being blushy, what else is there? ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Fluff, Short Headcanons ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I saw this post and I’ve been rolling on this ever since,,,, they’re all so pretty help~
❈ Gojo could be a model, and he knows it. With the violin scene, he knows how to play up the pretty when it helps him, so this may as well be a normal pet name for him. He still loves it every time you call him pretty though.
❈ Nanami though, if the two of you are with Gojo, will also think you’re referring to six eyes over there. Even if you’re alone, it’d catch him off guard. So, you will have to clarify that you mean him. And then you have a blushing mess, yet somehow also smug, salaryman heading your way willing to do anything you’d like.
❈ When he realized you meant him, Inumaki would follow you around like a puppy for the rest of the day. You don’t need to use cursed speech for him to do what you want, he’s wrapped around your finger and calling him pretty is the trigger.
❈ Megumi would look deadpan as he came over, he’s not the most public about romance, so he’d try to play it off as if you only called him by name. But he’s definitely thinking about it the rest of the day.
❈ Yuta would be the rest of the meme. “Oh, I’m pretty boy?” He’s floored, and would absolutely shower you with compliments in return.
❈ Junpei would be stunned. Shocked. You better have called him pretty soon after him having shown you his scars too. If it’s soon enough after, he might actually tear up a little, but would come as soon as he can.
❈ Itadori would light up the second you called him pretty, and would absolutely fire back a “Anything you need, stunning” while on his way, and once again, you have a puppy on your trail.
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! ~
✧･ﾟ: * Osamu Dazai
❈ You’re not gonna be touch-starved with this man for long, I’ll give you that. He’s definitely one for dramatics, and if you’re comfortable with public displays of affection, he’ll have an arm around you at all times, or holding your hands and cuddling on the ADA couch (no matter how much Kunikida complains about professionalism). You’re his s/o, and if he had his way the whole world is going to know it, so loving touches in public are to be expected.
❈ Whether you’re coming out of a relationship without a lot of touching, or you’ve been single for a while, he’s going to make it his mission to make you feel loved. And if touch is what it takes, then he’s going to make sure that he’s making up for all the lost time before the two of you were together.
❈ I think that physical touch is a big love language for Dazai too, so this is also somewhat self-serving. Even when he’s not playing it up, you can still expect plenty of times where his gentle touches linger longer than necessary, or how when he comes from behind to lay his head on your shoulder as you are working on something, he’s in bliss.
✧･ﾟ: * Chuuya Nakahara
❈ I don’t think that Chuuya would be particularly touchy on his own. Not that he minds the contact, and can do it for a romantic moment, but he just doesn’t think to initiate it often. I see him as leaning toward doing things for you to be romantic, so the bigger the gesture the better in his mind.
❈ But talk to him about it! He might leave you a little touch starved at the beginning (between missions and spending his time with you trying to do things for you), so tell him that you want more touch. I mean obviously, he’s still going to want to show his love in the way that comes naturally to him, so don’t downplay it, but he’s more than down to just hold you on the couch some evenings rather than spend the whole night cleaning your place.
❈ Eventually, you both find things that hit both of your love languages! Massages come to mind, him being able to do something for you that involves that physical touch? Heavenly.
✧･ﾟ: * Kento Nanami
❈ Okay, hear me out. It takes a hot minute to get to that point. But once Nanami is comfortable with someone I just think he’d be the biggest cuddler. It’s just a vibe I get from him, he loves near-constant physical contact, who cares who sees.
❈ So if this is early into your relationship, you’re going to have a bit of a dry spell. Some handholding, maybe. I just think it’d take him a while to get adjusted to the idea that you can be a permanent part of his life. But once you have reached that point, he’s another that you’re not gonna be touch starved for long.
❈ Have conversations with him, he’s going to want to be sure that you’re getting enough out of the relationship from the get-go, but you being willing to start a conversation about your needs gives him that sense of permanence that he needs to initiate it too
❈ You’re his stress relief, and he’s sure to tell you. Whether that be leaning on his chest, stroking his hand at another stupid meeting, or a hug at the end of the day, he melts into you, and he hopes he can show you how much you mean to him through the same.
✧･ﾟ: * Megumi Fushiguro
❈ Another one who’s not going to be that into physical affection on his own. He grew up with Gojo. Who “annoyed” him and was very touchy. So touch isn’t his go-to in expressing affection, and he can be a bit tense when someone else initiates it with him.
❈ But, communication can work wonders, and talking to him, he’s more than willing to be more physical for you. And I think he’d eventually start to enjoy it more than he thought he would.
❈ He’d still be a little iffy on PDA, but he’d be willing to hold hands, and if you lean into him while you’re hanging out with friends, well he won’t mind.
❈ But in private he’ll initiate the touch a lot more since he wants to make sure you aren’t feeling unloved. I think that time would be a big love language for him, and so you laying on his chest on the couch, sitting in comfortable silence would become a standard routine for you.
✧･ﾟ: * Satoru Gojo
❈ Gojo isn’t the most receptive to your needs, but lucky for you this man is going to want to be all over you anyway. You’re gonna have a harder time keeping him off you than getting him to touch you.
❈ Incredulous that you’re touch starved. How doesn’t everyone just want to be holding you constantly? You’re so holdable? He just assumes that his thoughts are universal, or the only correct ones at least, so the thought that you haven’t been constantly given all the physical affection is wild to him. (Though that doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to be possessive if anyone else tries)
❈ But once he finds out that this is one of your needs, he will be extra conscious of it, and I feel like he’d be checking in with you fairly often. He’d play it off as a joke most of the time. “What, do you need me to hold you more or something?”, but he does seriously want to be sure he’s meeting your needs.
authors.note: Yay I’m back and it feels great! thank you all for waiting patiently for me I swear I’ll make it up to you guys. Love ya <3
TW INSOMNIA
MEGUMI rarely sleeps 8 hours straight. He always ends up listening to music in his dorm room, calm lofi beats to lull him back to sleep. He thinks about tip-toeing to your room every single night with no exception, but he always convinces himself not to. After all, he shouldn’t disturb your beauty sleep. And on a rainy Saturday night, when he found you sitting cross legged on the common room’s couch, songs from the playlist he had made for you softly floating through the empty room, he decided to come looking for you and your warmth on the nights he couldn’t shut off his brain. Silently rounding the couch he places his hand on your head tracing a line down to your chin tipping upwards before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You weren’t even spooked by his sudden appearance, just glad you had some company on this lonely night. You ended up cuddling up on the couch, wearing matching hoodies and being wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket while silently listening to the rain hitting the windows. No words shared, only a whispered I love you when the other falls asleep.
YUJI sleeps like a log. Loud snoring and getting tangled in the freshly washed sheets. He rarely wakes up in the middle of the night and when he does it’s usually because he is hungry. Naturally he tredges to the kitchen ready to rampage through the pantry, Sukuna appearing on his cheek to chastise him for waking up, when he runs into you clad in your pajamas and fuzzy pink socks -the same pink as his hair- perched on the kitchen isle as a soft piano tune wafted through the air. You had a cookie in your mouth, the last one in the jar apparently, and a look of utter confusion in your eyes. “I wanted to eat that.” His voice is raspy and laced with sleep, eyes drooping close as he dragged his feet in front of you, plopping his head on your shoulder and nuzzling into your crook. “Mph sorry” You laced your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at the roots when suddenly he leaps up chomping on your remaining cookie, leaving you stunned. “Sugary delight mhm.” and with that he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to his room. At least you’ll have company during this sleepless night.
NOBARA is scary when she wakes up. It’s always one of the two: a) she needs to pee or b) her phone went off. She is grumpy and huffing about something under her breath, taking off her eye mask and trudging to the bathroom only to come face to face with a wide awake you, wearing a full face of makeup, your smokey eye a little too intense making you look like a little raccoon caught committing a crime. And Nobara laughs. She laughs with her whole heart, tears gathering up in her eyes threatening to spill on her avocado face mask that has cracked at this point. She kneels down in front of you, still laughing hysterically, cupping your cheeks and kissing the pout off your face, giggling into the kiss and rubbing her nose on yours as she pulls away. “You little raccoon bandit.” You pout again, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is art, babe, doubt you’d understand.” She laughs again, poking your sides and pecking your nose. A comfortable silence falls over you, her eyes shining under the weak bathroom light making you lose yourself in the pools of chestnut. “Get out, I need to pee.”
❀ A/N: sorry if this is bad, I still have to learn how to write headcanons lol
❀ Warnings: Grammar Error / Fluff / Milk – Coffee
❀ Published:25.02.2021
✧ I love this boy so much
✧ but let‘s be real, Megumi would be too shy to really ask you out
✧ it would be more like “Hey (Y/N), you wanna catch some coffee?”
✧ will definitely act like it’s not a date, but deep down he really wants to ask you out properly
✧ his excuse would be that he wants to talk to you about the upcoming mission
✧ he would take you on a walk to a really nice and rather small coffee shop
✧ the walk would be quiet at first, Megumi has some problems talking to you because every time he glances over to you his ears would turn red
✧ he’s just not trusting his voice right now
✧ so it’s your mission now to start a conversation
✧ I see Megumi as a milk-coffee kinda guy, so when you two enter the coffee shop he gets two milk-coffee’s – he insists to pay (he wants that date feeling… poor buy is just so shy)
✧ “wait! do you even like milk-coffee?”
✧ “yes, that’s totally fine” you said while trying to hide a small giggle
✧ it would be so obvious that Megumi is nervous, pls just go with the flow and take the milk-coffee
✧ after you two got your order you sat yourself at a small table with only two chairs in a rather quiet corner
✧ it would be up to you again to start a conversation because poor guy Megumi is just starring at his coffee, grabbing it with both his hands
✧ do be fair, the conversation wouldn’t be that romantic – you both would probably talk about different fighting styles, Megumi would tell you about that new cursed weapon he borrowed from Maki
✧ he would love to just sit there and listen to you talk about life, so when you told him a story about that one prank Yuuji and you pulled on Satoru last week he zoned out, starring at your hands laying on the table
✧ he just wants to grab and hold them so so bad
✧ decides not to, because he doesn’t want to ruin the situation
✧ (just tell him that you like him so he can hold your hand damn it)
✧ when you both finished your coffee the sun already started to set
✧ so on your walk back to school it got kinda chilly
✧ “are you cold?” he’d ask you, eyeing you up and down
✧ “nah it’s fine”
✧ but he could see that you tried to warm up your hands by sliding them under your arms
✧ sadly Megumi couldn’t offer you a jacked because both of you are only wearing a hoodie (boy should have been prepared)
✧ “give me your hand” he said surprised by himself
✧ you hesitated for a second but stretched out your hand that’s on Megumi’s side
✧ but instead of holding it, he grabbed it and put it in the pocked of his hoodie together with his own hand
✧ now it was your time to turn red “t-thank you” you stumbled over your own words
✧ he didn’t say anything but the smile on his face said everything – still insecure he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand
✧ back at the dorms you just looked at each other, not knowing what tho say
✧*should I just say “bye”?* (no Megumi you should not)
✧ you wrapped your arms around the boy in front of you, hiding your blushed face in his chest
✧ he instantly tensed up, but after a few seconds he was able to slowly hug you back
✧ tomato Megumi
✧ “so… was that a date?” you mumbled in his chest
✧ “ a – a date?”
✧ “yeah, a date”
✧ “do you want it to be one?” he asked you quietly, still hugging you
✧ you just nodded you head, not trusting your voice
✧ so he just hugged you even harder and put his chin on your head
✧ “well… then I guess it was a date”
A/N
I hope you liked this headcanon. If you know things I could do better, feel free to DM me. I always want to improve myself and my writing.
❀ Warning: possible (not major) spoiler for episode 18 (haven’t watched it yet but I read the manga)
❀ A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just had this scenario in my head right before I took a nap and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Feel free to tell me if you’d like too read a full imagine (that’s definitely better written)
✕ If you want a full imagine about this I’ll published it after episode 19 to avoid spoiling the manga. ✕
❀ Words:161
❀ Published:14.02.2021
Megumi and Kokichi were totally exhausted. Not being able to do even more damage against the curse Hinami. Kokichi breaking down to his knees, becoming unconscious. Megumi was to follow.
His legs were shaking before they gave in completely. This is when you came around. You grabbed Megumi from the behind, before he was able to hit the ground. Your right arm under his right arm, grabbing around his body. Your left arm on his left shoulder besides his head, pointing at Hinami. You had to protect Megumi if the curse in front of you wanted to attack again.
Your right arm supported Megumis weight. Slowly gliding to the ground with him. Your were now on your knees with Megumi laying against you almost unconscious. Your left hand still pointing at Hinami. “You have to get away from here Y/N. You don’t stand a chance against him. We’ll both die here if you don’t run!” “I’m not leaving you here, Megumi.”
❀Summary: Megumi was hurt on his last mission so you took it in your own hands to take care of him!
❀A/N: If I mix up the names I’m sorry, I watched Jujutsu Kaisen in three different languages and the names get mixed up a lot. I’m not a native English speaker speaker so there will be mistakes (feel free to correct me)
❀Pairings: Megumi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Fluff / Blood / Bad Language
❀Published:11.02.2021
❀Words:1.742
You couldn’t believe it.
Megumi just came back from a mission that Gojo gave him a few days ago but he won’t let you allow see him. He came back a few hours ago and went straight to his room, not even looking you in the eyes. You just wanted to know if he was fine but he kept blocking every social interaction.
All you knew was that the mission included a grade 1 curse while Megumi was a grade 2 sorcerer so this shit didn’t even make sense. You were really worried, not knowing what happened.
“Megumi? Can I please come in?” it’s the fifth time now that you are were standing in front of his closed door. Shifting on your feet you waited quietly until you heard his stern voice replying. “No you can’t. Now please leave me alone.” Wow that hurt. A frustrated sigh leaving your mouth. Your best friend could be so stubborn its incredible.
Deciding if you should go to your room or just try again you saw Yuuji approaching you. “Yo!” he waved at you “He won’t let you in either?”
“No, I don’t know whats going on with him. So you also tried to talk too him?” you sigh, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. Looking at Yuuji you noticed that he also seemed kind of worried. You remember how happy he was when you first met him, this boy has definitely changed a lot.
“Well he told me to fuck off.” he said laughing. “HE SAID WHAT?”
Yuuji let out a loud laugh. “I guess he’s just really exhausted, we should give him a break and try again later” Thinking about what he just said you bit your lip. Maybe he was right and Megumi was just really tired. We’re probably just annoying him right now.
“You’re probably right. If he was really hurt he would have went to Shoko. I’ll look after him again in the evening.” you said in a monotone voice.
After the sun began to set you found yourself in the kitchen, brewing some soup. “If he won’t let me in this time I’ll pour this shit over his head!” you mumbled while stirring the soup. Grabbing a bowl of the freshly made soup you made your way to Megumis room again. Hesitantly you knocked on the door again. “Megumi? I made you some food. I haven’t seen you the whole day, you must be hungry…” You waited nervously, biting your lip.
What if I just woke him up? Oh shit this punk will kill me.
“Leave the food in front of the door, I’ll get it later.”
Wait? Is this idiot serious right now?
You couldn’t remember the last time you were this angry at your best friend because this shit just reached a whole different level. “You know what? I give a shit if you don’t want anyone to see you. Get the fuck ready because I’m coming in now”
“Y/N I dare y-” You stepped into his room, making his words die on his lips. He was laying in his bed while holding an ice pack to his lips.
Walking over to his bed and putting the soup on his nightstand you could make out some bloody tissue papers in his trash bin.
Now inspectating his face more closely you were able to see a big cut over his eyebrow and a dark purple eye. Now grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand with the ice pack away from his face, revealing a bruised lips.
“You could have just told me you were hurt.” you pressed out quietly. “You should go to Shoko”
“It’s really not that bad” he mumbled, pressing the ice against his lip again.
“That bloody shit in your trash says otherwise.” you pointed at his trash bin. “I’ll be right back, just don’t run away.”
“Where do you think I would be going looking like th-” again he was cut off by you leaving his room.
A few seconds later you came back bursting into his room again, in your hand a little package.
“Okay I guess I’ve got everything I need. Can you sit up? And put that damn ice to the side.”
Megumi put the ice on his nightstand and sat himself on the edge of his bed looking around his room. He looked everywhere but definitely not at you. After you positioned yourself in front of him you grabbed his chin softly, not wanting to hurt him any further.
“You look like shit” you said while getting out the bandages and the alcohol.
“Yeah Sherlock you don’t say” you chuckled at his stupid remark.
Putting some alcohol on a cotton wrap you padded it on the cut over his eyebrow. This angle gave you a chance to have a better look at his eyes. They were so dark, almost like obsidian. They were so deep, you almost got lost into them but Megumis hissing made you snap back. Ah right, the alcohol.
“I’m sorry, does it hurt that bad?”
“No, its fine. Just hurry please” You nodded, putting the cotton wrap away and grabbing a big band aid to put it over the cut. “This should stop the blending for now.”
“Turn your head a little bit, I need to see how badly your lips look.”
He turned his head to the side. His lips where mostly bruised but you could make out a little cut.
I can’t really patch that up but I can at least disinfect it.
Grabbing your alcohol and cotton again, you began to press it on his lips.
“Sorry this must hurt a lot”
Megumi kept quiet and just looked at you. His stare made you nervous.
Damn this boy and his beautiful eyes.
“I guess that’s all I can do for now. Do you have any more cuts or bruises I should take a look at?”
you immediately regretted your question.
“I actually got some more wounds, but I guess I can take care of them myself, it’s fine.” Oh no. If I do my job I do it correctly.
“Can you at least show them to me so I can see how bad they are. They should not get infected, you know right?”
Megumi let out a loud sight. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Damn it, I wasn’t expecting it to be on his rips. I thought they were on his arms or some shit like that. So this was the reason why he had troubles getting up. Makes sense now.
You immediately became flustered by the pure sight of his upper body. Luckily Megumi was busy trying to not look you in the eyes.
I have to touch him. Oh please no.
You quietly did your job of disinfecting and cleaning up his wounds. His skin was pale and cold to your touch. Your eyes staring right at his upper body, not daring to look him in the eyes for just one second. Megumi was just as nervous as you were but after some minutes of acting like all of this didn’t happen, he was able to look at you cleaning his wounds. How careful you were to not hurt him.
“Y/N?” he spoke softly. You instinctively looked up, becoming even more red.
“Thank you for doing this.” he said, still staring into your eyes.
You hectically looked away, fixing your eyes on his almost patched up wounds again.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll always take care of you. No matter what.”
After you finished patching Megumi up, you packed your things together, strands of hair falling in your face. Megumi pulled his shirt over his head, being fully clothed again. The situation was awkward and even tho you really like Megumi, you wanted to get out of it.
“Guess my job is done here. Text me if you need something and I’ll come over. And eat your soup!” you said smiling at him, pointing at the soup that was still on his nightstand.
You were about to turn around, when Megumi spoke up.
“You know you could just stay here, then I don’t have to text you if I need something” he mumbled while scratching the back of his neck, not even looking you in the eyes.
You heart hammered so loud, you were scarred he would be able to hear it.
Was he serious? He wants me to stay with him over the night. This boy is joking right?
“Are your sure? Like… you want me here to stay?” you mumbled. Not really knowing what to say. You’ve gotten so nervous it’s getting ridiculous.
“Only if you want to, I thought that would be the better option” he shifted around, not knowing if what he said was wrong.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess that would be better.” you agreed by rapidly nodding, almost stumbling over your own words.
This was everything Megumi needed to hear. He lifted his blanked up to signalize you to get your ass into his bed.
Hesitantly you crawled into the bed, now laying next to him.
Megumi was laying on his back. You turned around to face him. “Can I….. you know. Can I maybe lay my hand there?” pointing at his stomach. You felt ashamed for asking to literally cuddle him, but you just couldn’t help it.
Everyone can sleep better when they cuddle something, right?
Megumi looked at you, surprised that you even asked him that. “If it helps you sleep, sure.”
You slowly slit your hands up his stomach and rested it right under the wound you just patched up before. Curling into his side you breathed his scent in. He smelled so incredibly good, it gave you butterfly’s in your belly.
“Am I not hurting you?” you asked, referring to the position you hand was in.
“You could never. Now go to sleep, you had a troublesome day with me acting like a completely asshole.” he chuckled, patting your head once, letting his hand rest on your back.
“I guess your right.” was all you where able to say, before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.
Megumi watched you a bit longer, questioning how you both ended up like this. He always had liked you since he first laid his eyes on you. Seeing your sleeping form curled into him, made him realize how much he cared for you.
A/N
I hope you liked this imagine. If you know things I could do better, feel free to DM me. I always want to improve myself and my writing.
— your video posted on youtube became a meme itself. why? on the duration of 5:34, as you were telling your short story on how you got into make up, itadori slipped.
you clearly saw how it happened because you can see the reflection on the camera.
“oh shit!”
you clicked the stop video to go to him. he was groaning about how hard he fell off the bathroom floor. “How did you even slip?” You asked worriedly. “Sorry, I know you’re shooting a video for vogue but I forgot my toothbrush in here,” he answered.
You asked him questions if he was still hurt and he convinced that he was okay and you should continue the video, and you did. After the shoot, you gave the camera back and went back to your boyfriend who was watching a movie. As if he didn’t get hurt earlier.
What you didn’t know was that you didn’t pushed the button harder enough to stop the video.
The next day, yuuji woke you up by shaking you.
“We’re a meme!” He happily said, “oh and,” he kissed your chin, “goodmorning sunshine.”
— it was very early in the morning when you started shooting. you got up earlier than him since you have a deadline to catch, and which was the video that you are supposed to send to vogue.
“i don’t usually fill in my brows but rather, i—”
the door opened to see him shirtless, your jaw was wide open. “y/n, you should’ve woken me— what are you opening your mouth for?” He leaned to see the camera behindyou. Shoot.
he was blushing madly, “uh, just pretend that you didn’t see me.” Then he immediately left. There are two things why he was blushing. One, is that he was shirtless and the camera was rolling, and two, your face, you looked pretty with makeup on, it’s like it’s been enhanced. Don’t get him wrong but he finds you more attractive with no makeup on.
— the same as Megumi, he would be in a blushing mess, but the reason was more on when he interrupted you doing your makeup. He wasn’t shirtless, he was in his white t-shirt and black sweatpants.
“Sorry-! i should’ve let you finished shooting!”
“Yuuta!”
You tried calling him but he immediately rushed to the door and closed it. The door gave a loud sound from closing. Trust him, he didn’t mean it, he probably pulled it too fast that it sounded like an angry kid, closing the door when gets mad.
After the shoot, you got out of the bathroom and saw him on the side of the wall and you hugged him. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re panicking haha!”
and he smiled.
— to his luck, he was wearing a mask as always, because of his tattoo on the corners of his mouth, he removes the mask whenever he was feeling it.
He wasn’t that shy when it comes to you, he loves to make jokes and to make you laugh because it’s one of his favorites to see you smiling and to hear your laughing voice.
He joined in the video, intentionally. He wrapped his hands around your waist and you jumped in surprise. “t-toge! I’m still shooting!” You said in a nervous tone. The way he was wrapping your waist was just like wrapping his arms around a pillow.
“You know they can edit that right?” His morning voice was like an ice cream, but instead, you’re the one who was melting.
He removed his arms around you and gave you a wink and left the bathroom, leaving you in a blushing mess.
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.
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?”
