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risuola · 8 months

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Yoohoo!! Love your work, darling!

May I request a Megumi X reader for 22, 33, and 34?

Smut is optional honestly, free wheel!

Angst would be there I suppose.

Cheating? As you wish.

Violence and darkness? All up to you, darling.

I hope you have fun writing!

ALL MAD AND POUTY — F. READER x FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Megumi might not be the best in expressing his feelings, so it's no wonder why when he saw you getting up close and personal with his best friend Yuji, he got all mad and pouty.

cw: angst, characters are aged up to 18+, cheating implied, hurt and blood briefly mentioned, fluff at the end — 2,1k words

PROMPTS: 22. You’ve got what you deserved. 33. It’s not what it looks like. 34. So, you cheated with my best friend?

a/n: thank you for the request! it gave me a chance to write for Megumi, so for me it's a win :3

"Why didn't you use your divine dogs?" you coughed, frustration evident in your voice as you pressed your hands onto the deep wound on your side, trying to stop the heavy bleeding. It was easily avoidable; you wouldn't have had to suffer the blow if your boyfriend had reacted as he usually did. But he looked at you from above, his eyes piercingly cold.

"I've decided they're unnecessary," he shrugged, unfazed by the crimson that was slowly soaking through your clothes. "Shoko will probably heal you, it doesn't look critical."

"Wow, that's great, thanks Megumi," muttering, you collected yourself from the ground and went straight to the car, so that Ijichi could drive you back to the high school and you could seek medical help. Fushiguro followed and in the back seat, you leaned against his shoulder, trying to find some comfort in the pain that pulsed through your nervous system, but he flinched the moment your head rested on his body.

"Can you sit up straight? I'm kinda tired."

"And I'm bleeding. What's the matter, Megu?"

"Well, you got what you deserved."

"What I deserv- what does that even mean, what I deserved?" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. One thing you were certain of – Megumi was angry and you had no idea why.

Two days had passed since Megumi had deliberately refused to help you on the battlefield. Your wounds were messy, but Shoko managed to treat them so well that you couldn't feel much more than subtle discomfort in your side, and to be honest, you were more consumed by thoughts of your partner's unusual behavior than anything else. Back in the car, he avoided any further conversation, turned his body to the window, sneering and paying you no mind for the entire ride, and you gave up trying to force the issue. When you arrived, he simply went his way, leaving you covered in blood, fortunately in the hands of Ijichi.

But his act had to have a reason, he wouldn't go all mad and pouty for nothing, and he certainly wouldn't endanger you for nothing. Well, you liked to think he wouldn't put you in danger even if you suddenly became his enemy, but things apparently changed.

"Megumi, may I?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door and pressing the handle, only to find that he locked the entrance. "Hey, Megu, we should talk."

"Do we have anything to talk about? I'm a little busy," his voice reached your ears from inside the room, a tone indifferent and cold, but you knew better than to believe it. There was a subtle undertone of hurt in both his voice and his demeanor, and the fact that you might have done something to hurt him sent you into a spiral of guilt and panic attacks. You spent two nights unable to sleep because of the raging thoughts in your head.

"Please talk to me, I need to know what happened. Hey, baby?" you tried, knocking again, this time softly, just to let him know that you're close and waiting. "Megumi, I won't leave before we talk. I'll stay here even if for the whole night."

Fushiguro groaned in annoyance. He really had no desire to look at you, listen to you or do anything with you. The fake, poisonous smiles you had been giving him for the last month made him sick of you, of Itadori, shit, he was even angry at Nobara, because who else would know everything if not her. Megumi felt stupid for not noticing it earlier, but when it hit him, it hit him hard.

That day, a month ago, he returned to school earlier than planned. His solo mission went smoother than expected and his mood was light and bright when he got out of Ijichi's car. He hoped to quickly reunite with his friends, who he always said annoyed him, but everyone knew it was his way of showing affection. He was also especially happy to reunite with you, his absolute best companion, a favorite person in the world, his love and his girlfriend. Quietly, as he always did, he approached Itadori's room, from where a mixture of soft laughter reached his ears. The doors were unlocked, slightly ajar, and he wanted to push them open, but then he heard your voice.

"We can't tell Fushiguro about this," you said cheerfully, your tone breathless and absolutely worn out, and he knew that sound. He heard it before, so he held his breath and peeked inside.

"He would feed me to his dogs if he knew," Itadori was just as exhausted, joyful as he held you in his arms, lying on the bed with you on top of him. Quickly, Megumi retreated and padded back to his own room, as if he hadn't seen anything, but the image stood clear and sharp in front of his eyes, every time he saw you after that. On the same day, you approached him with open arms, with so much something that he thought was love. He couldn't help but wonder what was it if not love?

His door swung open aggressively, almost making you trip, and when you looked up at him, you could see anger twisting his usually calm features. Your heart clenched at the sight of his furrowed brow, his narrow, dark eyes, and his tight jaw.

"Gumi, hey," you tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled back, letting you into his room but refusing to touch you. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

"I don't know, did you?" he snapped, kicking his doors shut with a loud thud.

"You tell me. Please, Megu, I don't understand what's gotten into you lately. Yuji told me that you avoid him as much as you avoid me, we're both confused, I-"

"Of course, Yuji cried to you about it. You seem close, huh?"

"We're friends?"

"Friends, sure," Megumi stood tall above you and you looked up at him with so much confusion, it angered him even more. Unable to control his emotions, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the nearest wall, slamming his other hand right next to your head. You winced, shocked to the core and genuinely frightened by the sudden burst of aggression. You knew, you hoped, that he wouldn't hurt you, but as you remembered your last mission together, you began to have doubts.

"Megu-"

"I saw you." he cut in. " A month ago, I saw you and Itadori in his room. Panting, you were lying on top of him, laughing that you could not tell me about it," Megumi scoffed, almost freezing you to death with his icy gaze and his equally cold tone. "Hah, Itadori was afraid that I would feed him to my dogs if I found out, and to be honest, I thought about it, but I don't want them to get sick."

"What? Christ, I would never..."

"You're always so bubbly and touchy with Itadori, and I get it, I'm not that warm and emotional, I guess, but if it's not me you want, then why bother, huh?" he growled, spitting words with rage as his fingers dug into the wall next to your head. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted, so you cheated with my best friend?”

“Megumi, it’s not what it looks like.”

"If it's not what it looks like, then what is it? How could you end up so out of breath, in my friend's bed, on top of him, huh?"

You were silent for a moment. All his words hurt you to the core, and you tried to replay the situation he's referring to. You remembered that day you were in Yuji's room, but were you that careless to draw a picture so suggestive?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you saw this? Why didn't you tell me anything?" you asked, exhaling deeply, angry at yourself for hurting the boy you loved so much. "I never wanted to hurt you, Megumi."

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? I tried to find a reasonable explanation for what I saw and I watched your interactions with Yuji. It all seems pretty self-explanatory."

"It's really not like that."

"Fuck, I hate this," he groaned, stepping back and distancing himself from you in a few large steps. It hurt, it hurt him so much. You were his first love and Yuji was his first friend and yet the two of you, together, behind his back. He couldn't understand it, he hated it. "Why the hell are you lying? I saw you. I heard you."

"Megumi," you tried, but he didn't listen. Every time you wanted to grab him, to ground him, he just snapped your hands away, looked at you with so much pain that it felt like the sadness in his voice burned scars on your skin, seeped into your heart. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug him and tell him it's okay, it's not like that, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't let you speak, he snapped at you harder and harder. His hands flew, his eyes tore you apart. You saw the glisten of tears in them, he was so hurt and you knew that if he started to cry, you'd lose it.

Forcibly, you took him by his clothes, then wrapped your hands around his middle and spun him around. Losing his balance, he grabbed your shoulders trying to stop the momentum, but you pulled him through the dance. Finally, his knees hit the edge of his bed and he collapsed with your weight on top of him.

"This is pretty much how I ended up on top of Yuji in his bed," you explained, loosening your grip around him. "But with less force and more joy. We were happy, we laughed and hugged. Yuji is strong, he lifted me up, turned some circles and lost his balance." A sigh left your lungs as you rolled off of his body and fell onto the bed next to him. "We were planning for your birthday. We know you hate that day because Gojo always does something so extra and embarrassing... we wanted to take you on a trip, just you, me, Yuji and Kugisaki. We planned movies, mini golf, lots of your favorite foods and also some general chill, away from Jujutsu high and Gojo-sensei. But Yuji insisted on doing something cheesy, like bringing you the biggest cake with our wishes hand-written on it, and making it dark and fancy, but with bursting sprinkles inside, so that when you cut into it, you'd automatically be covered in colorful confetti. Yeah, he thought you'd feed him to your dogs if you found out. This was all supposed to be a surprise for you, we already made some arrangements. Fuck, we knew you'd probably hate the idea of a party anyway, so we were desperate to keep it secret, and we planned most of it while you were away on missions."

"What are you talking about...? My birthday is-"

"In a month. It's already November, your birthday is in few weeks."

Megumi fell silent. The year flew by, he didn't even notice a change in the weather, he just lived through it somehow, and now it was almost December. Everything you said echoed in his head, somehow slowly making more and more sense. He was so focused on finding proof of your affair with Yuji that he had ignored every remark Nobara made about the upcoming party. And lately, you were making more calls, always stepping aside so he wouldn't hear you. A few times he saw you sneaking out with Yuji, who was smiling like an idiot. Megumi didn't even think of any other reason for all that.

"So that's it?"

"Yes, idiot. I love Yuji, he's like my brother. You are my boyfriend, you are my absolute favorite grumpy and pouty person in the whole universe. I wish you would have come to me sooner.”

"I hate surprises..." Fushiguro grumbled and covered his face with his hands, feeling stupid but also relieved. It was as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his chest felt lighter than it had in weeks, and he began to laugh. "Damn, how I hate surprises."

"Well, that's good, because this one is definitely ruined," you muttered, getting up from the bed. "But now you're going to pretend like you don't know anything and you're going to take this confetti right in your face and thank for it, because I'm not going to ruin Yuji and Nobara's efforts with the fact that I had to tell you."

"Okay," he sat up as well and wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from walking away as he pressed his face to your stomach. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, baby," you brushed through his hair with your fingers.

"And I'm sorry I let you get hurt."

"Well, I still love you, so I guess that's okay too."

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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[ 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ] megumi fushiguro x gn! reader

♡ contains: 1k+ words. fluff, confessions, falling in love, kinda friends to lovers, lowercase intended

♡ summary: There are stages when one falls in love – in which, Megumi had to take those very stages just to have you.

♡ end note: for @loving-august <3 was made last year for my valentine event. listen to me & you together song by the 1975 :D

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falling in love is a process. falling in love has a process.

falling in love doesn't begin at first glance nor the start of one's dating stage. falling in love is different, much complicated than what they make it out to be.

because for megumi, it took a long time, it took a lot of stages, of flights before he had come to realize that he has fallen in love with you.

Bits by bits, pieces by pieces, steps by steps – his heart gradually came to like you, to love you. It welcomes him at the starting line, an angel with their arms spread wide open, smile reaching their ears, gazing at him in utmost delight.

He didn't like you the second his eyes fell into yours, like how they describe love at first sight—no, Megumi felt nothing when he saw you.

His heart didn't hammer in his chest, his surroundings seemed to be moving as it is, there's no chorus of angels in his ears — he felt nothing, almost unbothered by your presence.

But as fate meddled with him; creating coincidental situations, similar interests that he couldn't resist but listening to you all day – he found himself turning his back on his first judgment.

And so it begins, the stages began piling.

It baffles him at first, the sudden appearance of your image in his mind, the disturbance of your silvery voice keeping him awake at the dead of night – it felt strange, that for some reason everywhere he goes he sees you, everywhere he look he sees you smiling, anywhere he rests he'll feel your skin on his, it felt weird and unbecoming for a friend.

But when he reaches the first flight of stair, the first stage – realization strucks him, it wasn't strange at all, he wasn't insane for hearing your voice out of nowhere, it wasn't just a friendly gesture when his blood boil when he finds you laughing with some random guy, it wasn't adrenaline that made his chest thump erratically when his face is inches close to yours – it hits him quite hard, fuck, he likes you, more than he actually think.

Megumi likes you, like a lot.

Thinking of you in the middle of a mission, while he's out with his friends, while his sister tells him a story about her day with his eyes glazed over – became natural to him, thinking about you became his second nature.

Wondering what you'll look like when he bought you that clothes you always look at, what you'll feel like when he wraps you in his embrace, what you'll be like when he introduce you to his sister, his dogs – his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you, as if you're the owner of his mind.

You had him wrapped around your finger, pulling him with a leash with your every movement. It sounds absurd when he thinks about it, but he won't have it any other way. It's better thinking about the little things you do rather than thinking about what kind of mission he will be put into.

Climbing the next step wasn't difficult, it wasn't challenging when everything you do screams perfection.

Even if you blink, you breathe, you smile, opened your mouth – everything makes his composure waver, makes him half the man they thought he is; he loses his mind, he loses his confidence, the words vanished on his tongue when he looks at you – everything you do just simply makes him like you, every miniscule action you do is just enough for him to idolize you.

He idolizes you, he idolizes you so much that it shows.

“You like them so much it makes you look stupid.” Nobara said it so loud that he fears you'll hear it, but he's thankful that you're drunk out of your mind that you didn't think any of it.

“Can you just date already? It's giving me a headache seeing you two act all lovey dovey with each other.”

“Shut your mouth Nobara, it isn't the right time yet.”

“Fushiguro, dude, you're my friend and all but seriously why can't you just tell her how you feel. It's obvious how much you like them and we know they like you too so just date already!” Itadori and Nobara looked at their friend, still staring at you with that lovestruck look in his eyes, he's so smitten by you.

It's constant – his friends begging him to make a move, to confess, to tell you just exactly how he feels. It's easy, it's nothing to worry about and yet he couldn't do it.

How could he?

If the first few flights of stages were that easy, the last one isn't. Crossing the final obstacle isn't always simple, it's not rocket science, it's not child's play – it's difficult.

It requires a lot of risk and Megumi couldn't do it. He just couldn't.

So instead of reaching the final stage, he stood still. Watch the supposed outcome flash before him but never taking the leap, he couldn't risk it – he couldn't lose you.

He'll rather watch from afar and be shrouded with guilt than seeing you take further steps away from him, it's a small price to pay, he thinks.

“Come on, change your clothes and then you could sleep.”

Megumi circles your waist while holding your pajamas on the other. On the inside he's very much thankful that you're drunk, that you couldn't see how the tip of his ears are fiery red, blushing from your proximity, or a lack thereof.

“Nooooo, you're not my dad, why would I listen to yoooou?” you're cute even in your drunken state but seriously, he couldn't take any of this anymore. He's about to lose his fucking restraint if he stays longer.

“Please just change your clothes, you're too heavy.”

“Am not heavy.”

“You are if you don't listen to me and change into your pajamas.”

You groaned, something that made him smile even wider. Really, you're just too adorable.

“Will you stay the night if I do?”

He can't, he doesn't want to. He might not be as drunk as you are but he knows that if he stays until morning he'll unconsciously slip those not so little secrets of his.

Megumi knows that when he stays the night and sees you asleep and finds your vulnerable state – he would lose it.

“Okay fine, just please do it.” But as always, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you down.

With his fingers gripping the sheets, the other playing with the roots of your hair, his eyes are filled with mirth and adoration as he stares at your peaceful slumber.

It felt taboo to be looking at you this close, as if he's staring at the most impossible and forbidden painting that the Gods made. He fears that if his fingertips touch your skin he'll burn, it'll scar his hand – but even if it happens, he won't regret anything.

Staring at you doesn't feel like the way it was before, somehow it appears to be lacking. It feels lacking; the need to close the gap, the urge to confess, the desire to make you his partner — his confidence is what's lacking.

Megumi closed his eyes, still inches apart from you, still encompassed with the feeling of regret and discontentment.

I like you y/n… a lot.

Is what he wanted to say, is what he wanted to tell you ever since realization came crashing down on him, ever since it dawned on him and took him whole.

But he could never say it, he could never choke out the words when you're awake, so he'll settle for this, he'll settle for one of those stupid silent confessions – for now that is, or until he finds the courage to do so.

Perhaps in his dreams he could, or in the future, he'll be able to tell it to you directly, or if he could finally overcome the last stage, maybe then he could finally hold you closer than before.

“I've been in love with you for ages, Megumi.”

Or quite possibly, if he heard you at that very moment he'll finally have the guts to say those words out loud.

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↱ the curse I fell in love with ↰

➘ summary : Megumi Fushiguro didn’t expect to fall in love with a curse, than again no one really tends to fall in love with something that could kill them

➘ Megumi Fushiguro x reader , JJK x reader

Megumi Fushiguro had received orders from Masamichi Yaga, his superior at the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College, to collect a newly born cursed spirit. This was a task he had completed many times before, and he approached it with the same dedication and efficiency he applied to all his missions. However, this time was different. Instead of Satoru Gojo, it was him who was assigned the task, and he felt a sense of intrigue as he ventured towards the cursed energy he was meant to retrieve.

As Megumi arrived at the designated location, he surveyed the scene before him with a mix of curiosity and caution. In the midst of a flower meadow, an ethereal figure was making flower crowns, their wings spread out and their tail playfully twitching. A pair of horns adorned their head, giving them a devilish appearance, while their eyes held a blend of innocence and otherworldly allure.

The figure looked up at Megumi, their eyes widening in surprise. "Oh! Hello there!" they greeted, their voice a melodious blend of curiosity and friendliness. "Are you here to enjoy the flowers too?"

Megumi's trained instincts assessed the situation, recognizing that this entity before him was indeed the new cursed spirit he was meant to collect. He watched as they continued to craft flower crowns with a natural grace that seemed at odds with their cursed nature.

"I'm here to collect you," Megumi stated, his tone firm yet not devoid of empathy. "My name is Fushiguro Megumi. You must be the new cursed spirit."

The figure blinked, tilting their head inquisitively. "Collect me? Like a pretty flower?"

Megumi nodded. "You're a special grade cursed spirit," he explained. "I'm here to bring you to a safe place, where you won't pose a threat to others."

The figure's expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of confusion and apprehension. "A safe place? But I've never hurt anyone."

Megumi's eyes softened, his gaze meeting theirs. He recognized the truth in their words; despite their appearance, this cursed spirit exuded an air of innocence rather than malevolence. "I believe you," he said, his voice sincere. "But there are rules and dangers in the world of curses that you might not fully understand."

The figure seemed to ponder his words, their wings fluttering thoughtfully. "I don't want to cause any trouble," they murmured, almost to themselves.

Megumi took a step closer, his presence a mix of reassurance and understanding. "I promise, we'll find a way to ensure your safety without causing harm to anyone. You're not alone in this."

A hesitant smile graced the figure's lips, and Megumi felt a swell of warmth within him. He could sense the potential within this entity, the desire to find their place in a world that often misunderstood them.

"What's your name?" the figure asked, their gaze meeting his with genuine curiosity.

"Megumi," he replied. "Fushiguro Megumi."

"And I'm (Y/N)," they said, their voice soft. "Nice to meet you, Megumi."

Several weeks had passed since (Y/N) had been brought to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College. Her presence within the school was met with mixed reactions; some sorcerers were wary due to her cursed nature, while others were more accepting. Among those who welcomed her was Satoru Gojo, who found himself drawn to her kind and gentle demeanor.

The unlikely friendship between (Y/N) and Gojo had blossomed over shared conversations and their shared appreciation for the small beauties in life. As they lounged on the rooftop one evening, Gojo's signature grin stretched across his face. "(Y/N), you really are something special," he remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

(Y/N) chuckled, her wings rustling slightly as she settled comfortably. "And you're not half as annoying as you pretend to be," she retorted playfully.

His laughter echoed through the air, a sound that felt genuine and unguarded. "You caught me," he admitted, his tone light. "I guess I let my guard down around you."

Back in the shadows, Megumi Fushiguro observed the scene with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite decipher. He had grown accustomed to (Y/N)'s presence, her quiet kindness and innate goodness leaving an impression on him. But the closeness between her and Gojo stirred a strange unease within him, a feeling he struggled to put into words.

As the days passed, Megumi found himself spending more time watching them interact, unable to escape the nagging sensation of jealousy that gnawed at him. He had always admired Gojo as a mentor and powerful sorcerer, but now, seeing him in the role of a close friend to (Y/N), it felt like an unfamiliar twist to their dynamic.

One evening, as Megumi trained alone in the dojo, Gojo's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Fushiguro, can we talk?"

Megumi turned, his expression guarded. "About what?"

Gojo's eyes bore into his, a knowing look in his gaze. "About you and (Y/N). I've noticed you've been watching us a lot lately."

Megumi's heart raced, his surprise evident. "I...it's not like that," he stuttered, his defensiveness betraying more than he intended.

Gojo's grin was knowing, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the wall. "Jealousy isn't a crime, Fushiguro."

Megumi's cheeks flushed, his frustration and confusion bubbling to the surface. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Gojo's laughter was genuine, a sound that echoed in the dojo. "It's okay, you know. You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling. But remember, (Y/N) is a friend to both of us."

Megumi's gaze fell to the floor, his fists clenched. "I know that," he muttered, his voice a mixture of resignation and frustration.

Gojo approached him, his presence oddly reassuring. "You might want to take some time to figure out why you're feeling this way, Fushiguro," he advised, his tone gentle. "It might lead to some valuable insights."

As Gojo walked away, leaving Megumi alone with his thoughts, the young sorcerer found himself grappling with emotions he had never confronted before. The complexity of his feelings towards (Y/N) and his mentor's role in her life were a puzzle he was determined to solve, a journey of self-discovery that would ultimately shape his path in ways he never imagined.

Megumi Fushiguro found himself walking aimlessly through the moonlit woods, the cool night air a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within him. His footsteps were heavy, a reflection of the weight he carried on his shoulders as he grappled with his jealousy and confusion.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the presence that slinked from the shadows. A low growl cut through the silence, and before he could react, a Grade 1 curse spirit pounced, its malicious intent clear in its eyes. Megumi's instincts kicked in, and he was ready to defend himself, but the curse was fast and ferocious, its teeth bared in a deadly snarl.

Just as the curse lunged, a blur of motion caught Megumi's attention. A figure materialized before him, blocking the curse's path. It was (Y/N), her wings spread out and her eyes blazing with determination.

"I won't let you hurt him," she declared, her voice carrying an air of authority.

With an almost supernatural grace, (Y/N) engaged the curse spirit, her movements fluid and precise. Megumi watched in awe as she wielded her cursed abilities with an expertise that belied her appearance. With every strike, every move, she seemed to harness a power he had never witnessed before.

As the battle raged on, (Y/N)'s resolve only seemed to strengthen. And then, with a sudden surge of energy, her abilities evolved. A void, similar to Satoru Gojo's Unlimited Void, manifested around her. But this one was different, darker—an expanse that seemed to swallow the very essence of the world. It was a realm of shadows and whispers, a void that felt hauntingly familiar.

"This is my Realm of the Dead Void," (Y/N) declared, her voice echoing from within the void. "You won't escape from here."

The curse spirit's struggles grew feeble as it was drawn into the void, its form dissolving into nothingness. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the void receded, (Y/N)'s wings folding in as she returned to her human-like appearance.

With the curse defeated, (Y/N) turned towards Megumi, her eyes softening as she approached him. "Are you alright?" she asked, her concern evident.

Megumi's heart raced, a mixture of awe and gratitude swirling within him. "How did you...?"

(Y/N) smiled gently almost as if she already knew what he was about to ask, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "I'll always find you, Megumi. No matter where you are."

Her words resonated within him, a warmth spreading through his chest. He had been so consumed by his own emotions that he hadn't even noticed her presence until she had saved him. It was a reminder of the bond that had formed between them, a connection that transcended the complexities of their respective natures.

As they stood there, the moonlight casting a soft glow around them, Megumi realized that the path to understanding his feelings was still a journey he had to take. But in that moment, he knew he wasn't alone. With (Y/N) by his side, he felt a sense of comfort and assurance—a reminder that he didn't have to navigate the complexities of his heart alone.

In the days that followed the encounter with the curse spirit, Megumi Fushiguro found himself in a state of introspection. The events of that night had shaken something within him, forcing him to confront not only the dangers of the cursed world but the emotions he had been struggling to understand.

As he trained, meditated, and walked the familiar paths of the magic college, Megumi allowed his thoughts to wander, his mind unraveling the complexities of his feelings towards (Y/N). The jealousy he had experienced, the unease in seeing her bond with Gojo, and the growing attraction he had been trying to ignore—all these threads came together to form a tapestry of emotions that he could no longer deny.

Sitting beneath the shade of a tree one afternoon, Megumi closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to flow freely. He acknowledged his jealousy, understanding that it stemmed from a deep connection he felt with (Y/N), a connection he had been hesitant to explore. But now, as he peeled back the layers of his emotions, he realized that there was more to his feelings than mere jealousy.

The memories of their interactions, the way her presence had brought light to his life even in the midst of his struggles, and the unspoken understanding that seemed to bridge the gap between them—all these fragments painted a picture that he couldn't ignore any longer.

His heart raced as the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't just attraction. It wasn't just friendship. He had fallen in love with (Y/N).

The weight of the revelation settled over him, both exhilarating and terrifying. Love was a powerful force, one that could lead to both joy and heartache. But as he allowed himself to truly feel, he realized that the happiness he found in (Y/N)'s presence outweighed any fear.

With his newfound clarity, Megumi felt a sense of determination sweep over him. He would no longer let his emotions linger in the shadows. He would confront (Y/N) and share his feelings, no matter the outcome.

Seeking her out became his priority, his steps guided by a sense of purpose he had never felt before. And when he found her in the garden, her wings brushing against the petals of the flowers as she tended to them, he knew that the moment had come.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

She turned towards him, a smile gracing her lips. "Megumi, what's on your mind?"

Taking a deep breath, Megumi took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "I've been thinking a lot lately," he began, his voice sincere. "About us."

Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "Us?"

"I've been struggling to understand my feelings," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. "But I think I've figured it out."

(Y/N)'s eyes held a glimmer of understanding, her wings stilling as she focused on his words.

"I realized that I've fallen in love with you," he confessed, the weight of his emotions lifting as the words left his lips.

The air seemed to still, the world holding its breath as (Y/N) processed his words. And then, a brilliant smile illuminated her features, her eyes reflecting a mix of happiness and relief.

"Megumi," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "I've fallen in love with you too."

As their gazes locked, everything around them seemed to fade into the background. The garden, the school, the complexities of their lives—all of it became inconsequential in the face of the connection they shared.

With their feelings finally out in the open, Megumi and (Y/N) embraced the journey that lay ahead—a journey of love, understanding, and the promise of a future that was now filled with possibilities.

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eudaimaniacs · 2 years

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dating megumi fushiguro includes:

character/universe: megumi fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen)

warning/s: nothing.

notes: sorry for the four weeks of nothing, i just finished school and my country is shit, and the best i can do for now to chill is to post. i want to write not just about anime but other things as well because i want to train myself. anyways, hope you enjoy this one! (new theme also!)

Where do I start with Megumi? Many people around him think he's an emotionless teen who only cares about his ambition. Megumi is not like that when he's with you.

He's more comfortable expressing his feelings to you than with Itadori or Nobara. Megumi's a soft and thoughtful boy who likes analyzing and admiring your every move.

Megumi looks like he doesn't care about love because of his expressionless face, but when he's with you, he gets happier.

PDA is a big no because he gets embarrassed, and his friends (Gojo, Itadori, and Nobara) like teasing him about it. For example, you were new to the group, so the three immediately thought you were hitting on him. (Formation B scene activate).

Megumi loves being alone with you because there's no other person who's going to tease or judge the two of you. He loves napping, drawing with you, or petting his demon dogs.

You love staring into his eyes and admiring his pretty eyelashes. Sometimes, you playfully ask him what product he uses.

He's not clingy because he thinks it's annoying to be a nuisance, but Megumi tends to be overprotective. Megumi already experienced pain from an early age by seeing his stepsister, Tsumiki, falling into a coma, he's valid to be overprotective over you.

He gets frustrated when Gojo-sensei assigns another mission because he doesn't want to see you injured or dead.

With his paranoia rising, Megumi tends to spend a lot of time with you because he doesn't know when it'll be the last time to see you happy.

He gives you precious gifts like sweaters, bracelets, and even books. Megumi loves reading them with you under a tree or in his bedroom.

Staying late all night with him is the best because he lets his chaotic side run over. Megumi insults his annoying teacher and overbearing friends while you laugh and pet his hair.

Coffee runs in the early morning or late night are also common because Megumi likes the world being shut off during these times. He loves the silence and that both of you can love each other without the judgment of others.

Slow dances with music playing in the background are romantic, and Megumi loves them. He kisses you while you're swaying to the beat and hugs you the entire time.

Whenever both of you are tired, Megumi likes listening to music to calm both of you after some training or mission.

Megumi's very grounded; he doesn't do things that make you insecure or attend significant events when he could stay home and be with you. He spends his time making sure you're okay and happy because Megumi loves it whenever you're joyful.

Overall, Megumi might be emotionless, but he knows how to love you right and spend his time admiring you.

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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plz i love aus so this event is so perfect-

what about royal au with shoto (Todoroki) and megumi? they're the prince of a rival kingdom who reader is betrothed to and reader always liked them but thought their love was unrequited but then they try and call off the wedding because they think reader didn't like them and yeah just miscommunication but it all ends well

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: I found this idea so cute omg

Warnings: miscommunication, royal AU, arranged marriage, it all ends well tho

Characters involved: Shoto Todoroki, Megumi Fushiguro

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Shoto Todoroki

"I- I can't do this."

Shoto shot up from his chair as he spoke, choosing to quickly retreat to the very doors he had walked through a moment ago.

"Do you dislike me so much that you cannot even bare being married to me?"

Even from his perch before the door, Shoto could clearly hear the distress in your voice. One so profound he found himself immediately turning to be met with your teary gaze.

"Whatever do you mean?"

A sigh fell from your lips at the question, but you still chose to answer.

"This marriage, this political arrangement, it could have never been made had I not agreed to it."

You chose to leave your own chair as you spoke, moving towards the door until you were right beside him.

"I thought you were willing too, but I suppose I was wrong-"

You didn't hesitate to push the white wooden doors open to no doubt go call off the wedding plans, but were quickly hindered by a tug on your hand that pulled right back where you were.

Shoto was quick to close the door right after, lest he risked a guard spotting the two of you and presuming you were done talking.

"You- you want to marry me?"

"Yes, Shoto. Is that so hard to believe?"

It was clear that his surprise only served to worsen your mood, however, even with your confession Shoto couldn't quite find it in himself to accept the situation.

You, the beautiful, perfect member of his father's court he had fallen for, actually liked the scarred crown prince people across their kingdom feared?

The idea itself was bizarre enough to make his nose crinkle in confusion, but your dejected stance told Shoto enough to know you were telling the truth.

You seemed all but ready to leave the room at his clear indignation, a sight that he couldn't help but panic because of.

Shoto didn't know how, yet he somehow found it in himself to quickly lean forward and lock his lips with yours. The kiss was awkward and only a couple of seconds long, but it was enough to help calm both of you down and allow Shoto a moment to voice his thoughts.

"It is, because that means the one I love is willing to marry me."

He couldn't help but lean in for another quick kiss after that.

It was easy to get lost in your lips and lose track of time, for Shoto had finally found the one thing that made life worth living, and he didn't plan on letting go.

Megumi Fushiguro

"I could have said no."

His words echoed around the balcony even with the ballroom coming to life behind him, for the weight they held were enough to silence the newly engaged couple hiding away from their own party.

"What?"

A small sigh escaped his lips as Megumi allowed his gaze to drag over the kingdom before him, with the sight only serving to worsen the knot in his throat.

"This arrangement- your parents might have forced you into it, but I could have said no."

Megumi turned towards you as he spoke, not bothering to meet your gaze even as he felt you draw closer.

"Gojo would never have forced me into something like this. Not if-"

he couldn't help the way his eyes slipped shut, almost as if he wanted to will away the situation before him. But you deserved to know what you were getting yourself into, thus Megumi had to force himself to continue.

"-not if I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The raven-haired prince had always thought of the day he would confess his feelings to the one who had stolen his heart ever since he was a nobleman's child turned crown prince running through the palace halls.

Yet he never once would have thought it would be on the day of his engagement to you.

Megumi couldn't help but peel his eyes open at the sudden silence consuming the room. He didn't know how he expected you to react, a part of him hoped you weren't crying and mentally branding him as a traitor.

What he would have never expected was for you to be laughing.

The sound was one he had come to associate with his happiest memories, perhaps that was why Megumi felt so overwhelmingly confused as he watched you giggle with no restraint.

"What-"

"Oh, 'Gumi."

You took a step closer to him, and then another until you were close enough to gently tug on one of his hands until you were holding it.

"My innocent naive prince 'Gumi- you really thought I would marry you if I didn't want to?"

For a moment he couldn't do much except stand there and blink dumbfoundedly, but then Megumi truly processed your words and found that it was hard to keep a smile from spreading across his lips.

"You wanted to marry me?"

"Of course! And I wasn't exactly subtle either- I mean even Gojo knew!"

Megumi scoffed at the sound of his adoptive father's name. Of course, this whole engagement had been simply orchestrated by the playful king who was all too happy to pry into his son's love life.

But for once Megumi found he couldn't quite care about Gojo's meddlesome nature.

Not when it had got him you.

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playgrl0 · 2 years

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not your fault / megumi

!! slight angst !! much comfort tho !!

you just entered your shared home with your boyfriend megumi, closing the door behind you, you take your shoes off and rest your forehead against the door. okay, take deep breaths. in and out. in and out. "y/n, you're back! are you okay?" megumi asks when he heard you come in. he comes up behind you and you let out a shaky breath. "yeah, i'm fine. don't worry." he turns you around and places his hands on your shoulders. "you are a bad liar. are you hurt? was the mission a success?" the mission.. you were able to exorcise the curses but you couldn't save all of the people that were stuck in the hospital. some of them died. "y/n please talk to me. are you okay?" that's all it took for you to break down. tears stream down your face and you drop down to your knees, letting out short, quick breaths and loud sobs. "i couldn't- i'm sorry!! it was my fault. it's all my fault. i'm so sorry! so sorry." megumi kneels down in front of you and tightly wraps his arms around you, letting you soak his sweatshirt in your salty tears. "baby, you need to take deep breaths, okay? let's do it together. can you do that for me, my love?" you nod against his chest and take slow, deep breaths with him. he presses some soft kisses on your head and slowly rubs your back as you continue to breathe. when you calmed down he helped you walk over to the couch and lets you straddle his lap. "what happened?" with another deep breath you tell him what happened. how you came too late, how you were unconscious for a while after a curse hit you too hard, how you weren't able to safe everyone, how people died. "it's my fault, megumi. i was supposed to help those people and get them out of there alive and i failed. i saw how they were killed right in front of me and i couldn't do anything to help. i'm so weak, so useless—" "don't do that." he interrupts you. "huh?" he sighs, takes your face between his hands and wipes away some of your tears. "don't do that. don't tear yourself down for something someone else is responsible for. the higher ups sent you alone on that mission when they knew exactly those curses were way too strong for one person to handle and the whole situation was too dangerous and hard. it's impossible to handle something like that on your own. you're not weak at all, you're one of the strongest people i've ever met and i'm not just saying that because you're my girlfriend. but, there's only so much you can do. it is NOT your fault! do you hear me? you did your best. you exorcised the curses and saved as many people as you could, all by yourself and i'm so proud of you. stop putting yourself down." more tears stream down your face but this time because of megumi's sweet words. you tightly hug him and whisper in his ear "thank you, megumi. i'm so glad i have you." he squeezes you a little tighter and then breaks the hug to look at you again. "i'm glad you're here with me. let's take a bath together and get you all cleaned up, yeah? i'll help you. then we'll order dinner, watch a movie and go to sleep. you need to rest."

after the bath, movie and dinner, you're finally cuddled up together in bed. megumi helped cleaning your body in the bath and washing your hair. he's always so, so gentle with you as if you were made of glass. you're the most precious thing to him. you're already asleep next to him and as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "i love you, y/n. goodnight."

megumi swore to himself he'd talk to satoru the next day and tell him about what happened so they could kick the higher ups asses for what they did to you, for putting you in this much danger. his beautiful, beautiful y/n.

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sleepingpillscosmos · 10 months

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO MASTERLIST

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➪ HEADCANONS

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dainleifs · 2 years

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Margin for Error (Fushiguro M x F!Reader)

My first post ahhh 👉🏾👈🏾 pls be kind

When you're observant enough to know your crush likes you but you're emotionally stunted and you keep second-guessing yourself 😩 poor megumi. Thankfully, Gojo is there to help!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy! xx

-♡-

"Oh, it's you," Megumi says, trying his best to sound apathetic as he cracks the door open a little wider for you to slip inside.

"Try not to sound too excited," you laugh, ruffling his hair as you waltz past. He gets a whiff of smooth caramel and sweet vanilla as you pass and swallows, trying to calm the wild thumping of his heart. You always smell like a candy store and freshly baked cookies. He's never been a fan of overly sweet things, but he's developed a sweet tooth since meeting you.

He watches you lean against his desk, casually perusing the books and notes scattered across it, "Do you even need to study? You're smart enough anyway."

Megumi drops into the office chair in front of you, rolling an inch or two away from you. He needs to create distance between you before his heart punches through his chest.

"Of course, I need to study," Megumi scoffs, "If I don't want to be a bumbling idiot like Itadori, that is."

You laugh and poke his shoulder playfully, "He's not that bad, Guro!"

Megumi glances away, heat rushing to his cheeks. He both loves and hates when you call him that.

You push yourself up onto his desk and fiddle with the dog-shaped stress ball you bought for him in Tokyo. He watches how your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, how your skirt hitches up over your knees, revealing smooth skin he's only ever dreamt of touching.

"So why are you here?" he asks, averting his gaze from your legs, "To annoy me?"

A hint of playfulness to his tone is barely noticeable, but you pick it up straight away, and a teasing smile grows across your face.

"What? I can't visit my second best friend?"

Megumi snorts, "'Best friend' is a bit generous."

"Oh yeah? And what would you call us?"

Megumi glances up at you, his gaze snaring at yours. He can feel heat bloom beneath his cheeks again, but he can't look away, not when there's a glimmer in your eyes and a smile on your lips, those lips that he wants to do unspeakable things to.

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a little husky, "Classmates."

You laugh, undaunted, nudging his leg with your toe, "Oh come on, we're at least acquaintances, right?" You nudge him again when you see the slight smile trying to worm its way onto his face, "Right?"

Megumi rolls his eyes, "Fine. You didn't answer my question, by the way."

You give the stress ball another small squeeze, "Well, Gojo-sensei is taking us out tonight, and I'm supposed to use my womanly charms to persuade you."

Megumi rolls his eyes at Gojo's antics. He can't turn his sensei down if you're the one inviting him because it would mean turning you down, and Megumi can't find it in himself to refuse you. So Gojo is using you as a pretty little courier bird, exploiting his feelings for you. What a clever little trap Gojo's set.

Megumi glances at his books, stacked neatly beside you. He wanted to finish some extra study tonight, but a few hours with you is far more intriguing than any textbook he could ever find.

"Okay," He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant.

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?"

"Really."

"Just like that?"

Megumi arches a brow, and you throw your hands up in defence.

"I was just expecting more pushback."

Megumi shrugs again, "It'll be fun if you're there."

This time, it's your turn to blush. You wear every emotion beautifully, but Megumi thinks bashful is his favourite.

"Cool!" You chirp excitedly, "Well, that was easy. Does that mean I can add you back to the group chat?"

Megumi makes a face, and you laugh again.

-♡-

The Karaoke Bar in Tokyo is loud and crowded, but Gojo manages to secure a private booth in the back, which Megumi is grateful for. He's not particularly fond of crowds, and he hates shouting over some tone-deaf drunk trying to sing along to Britney Spears.

Sitting on the couch next to Nobara and Gojo, Megumi watched with a small smirk as you scream-sing the words to 'I Want it That Way' with Itadori. Itadori laughs every three words while you perform a silly, uncoordinated dance, twirling the fringes of your dress. You look beautiful, beaming at Megumi now and then, your hair out and your eyes shining with amusement. He can't take his eyes off you.

Nobara is cheering you on, clapping and hooting, while Gojo sprawls out on the couch, grinning. He'd forgone wearing his blindfold for sunglasses instead, and there's something in the way that Gojo's eyes dart between you and Megumi that irritates the latter.

"She looks cute tonight, doesn't she?" Gojo remarks casually, though there is a teasing lilt to his voice that Megumi doesn't like one bit.

Megumi shrugs, still staring at you while Nobara shimmies up to you.

"Why don't you ask her out?" Gojo suggests, "I think she'll say yes." Megumi slants a disapproving glare over his shoulder at Gojo, who stubbornly persists, "It's obvious that she likes you. Sometimes, the way she looks at you makes me wonder how you haven't noticed."

Megumi looks away, and Gojo tilts his head to the side, observing how Megumi's throat bobs.

"Or you have noticed, but something's stopping you from asking her out?"

Megumi stares at his glass of coke, fingers flexing around his trousers.

"Every time I try to ask her, I second guess myself. It's stupid… I'm pretty sure that she likes me, but there's always the possibility that I might be wrong, a margin for error that keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I think about it."

Gojo hums in understanding. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and stares at Megumi with a level of sternness that is so foreign, so unlike the Gojo he knows, Megumi thinks he's imagined it.

"Don't overthink it," Gojo encourages, and his mouth ticks into a smile, "You're your own worst enemy sometimes. But that girl is crazy for you, and I know you're crazy for her. So ask her up to the rooftop bar and go for it before someone else does."

Megumi arches a brow, "There's a rooftop bar?"

"Yeah," Gojo leans back again, all seriousness draining from his expression "It's pretty romantic up there."

A sneaking suspicion Megumi had since he'd arrived explodes into complete awareness as he stares at Gojo.

"Did you…organise this whole night so that I could ask her out?"

Gojo's small smile splits into a wicked grin.

-♡-

Megumi has to admit that his sensei has taste.

It is, indeed, very romantic up on the roof, with the night sky overhead and the glittering Tokyo city before him. The atmosphere of the rooftop bar is also very warm and relaxed, with golden fairy lights strung up above him. Despite the ambience and the beautiful views, Megumi's stomach ties itself into a triple-tied sailor's knot, and he can't stop drumming his fingers against the balcony railing. Why did he let Gojo talk him into this? This was stupid, insane even; he can't risk jeopardising his friendship with you because of some stupid, teenage hormones––

"Hey, Guro! You wanted to talk to me?"

Megumi turns around, sees you, and firmly instructs himself not to flee.

You look radiant.

Cheeks flushed, hair out, eyes glittering, smile beaming. You look vivacious, full of life, like sunlight on the first day of spring.

He can't do this.

"Actually, no - I mean - no, that's what I mean't…no."

He's not prepared for the look of disappointment that spills into your eyes.

"I've never heard the word 'no' used so much in one sentence," you quip, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.

Megumi stares at his feet, defeated. He feels like a coward. He probably looks like one, too.

"There's a first for everything, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's a shame, though, because I thought you'd asked me up here so you could admit your feelings for me," Megumi's eyes snap back to you. You look hopeful and nervous as you continue, "Feelings that I share."

"You mean you—?!"

"Yes," you breathe, stepping closer to him, staring up into his eyes, "Yes, Megumi, I like you. A lot."

Megumi's throat bobs. You're so close. He's drawn in by every fleck of colour in your irises.

"I-yes, I did invite you up here to-to tell you I like you. But I didn't expect you to—"

"—Megumi," you whisper, and he swallows again. The way you say his name turns his spine to butter.

"—yeah?"

"Kiss me."

"Okay."

Craning his neck, Megumi leans down and finally, finally kisses you.

It's…a little awkward if he's honest. This is his first kiss, but it's evidently not yours, and as you guide him through it, Megumi finds himself melting into it. His lips move against yours, slow and sweet, and when you tilt your head a little to deepen the kiss, Megumi sighs. You taste sugary and smell sweet, and your body is warm against him, soft and small, and he reaches out for you to pull you closer. You link your arms around his neck and moan, and Megumi feels like he's floated into a dream. Except it isn't. You, him, and the chaste first kiss that is rapidly becoming a make-out are real, and he cups your cheek with his hand to prove it to himself.

Your feelings for him are real. That's all that matters.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Angel trumpets

Character pairing: Noble! Megumi Fushiguro x Artist! reader Genre: Fluff, Historic AU Warnings: none :)

(Credits to the owner of the images used)

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

Megumi pulled the reins of his horse, forcing the stallion to stop, he turned and looked at his two tour companions, Itadori and Inumaki who looked equally worn out, “There is grass and a stream, let’s rest here for today.”

The monarch had declared a land expedition, heirs of noble families from all across the country were assigned areas to inspect.

He got down his horse, patting the animal, slowly walking nears the crystalline stream, he bent down and gulped the water as Inumaki, Itadori and their horses did the same.

A rustle caused the horse’s ears to twitch, he looked at the direction of the sound, “who’s there?” A squeak followed with a person running from the bushes.

“I’ll go follow,” he told Itadori and Inumaki who nodded, but were ready in case any backup was needed.

Megumi rushed past the bushes, following the person who looked back again and again in fear. His grip on he hilt of his sword tightened and his feet made a ‘thunk’ sound with each step across the wet grass.

You gasped in terror as you felt him approaching close, trying to speed up, you had a firm grip on the papers close to your chest. You felt your foot slam against a rock and before you scream, you were lying on your back.

Megumi slowed down as he carefully approached you. He unsheathed his sword and kept the blade under your neck, you whimpered in response, closing your yes shut.

“Why were you spying on us?”

“I wasn’t,” you answered, “well...technically I was, but I was just trying to...draw.” You said the last words in shame not looking at the raven-haired man.

“Draw?” he questioned as his eyes fell on the papers on the ground, without lifting the sword from your neck, he bent down and picked up the drawing.

“No wait its not complete yet!” you muttered.

Megumi’s ears and cheeks turned red in embarrassment, how log had you been watching to have drawn such a beautiful portrait. He wasn’t sure if the person in the portrait was him.

You snatched the painting from him, lowering your head in embarrassment, great, now he must be thinking you were some pervert who spied on people and drew them.

“I...I am sorry, I will leave now,” you whispered.

“Wait,” he called, onyx eyes peering into your soul, “may I keep this?”

You gulped and nodded, handing him the drawing.

“It’s amazing, why would you choose me as a muse though, why not my friends, they are clearly more fit.”

“Well you are clearly mistaken then,” you replied almost immediately and slapped a hand on your mouth in shock after hearing your words.

“Well-” he rubbed the nape of his neck, “thank you.”

“Oh wait, I failed to introduce myself, I am Fushiguro Megumi.”

Your eyes widened like saucers at his introduction, you got on your knees and bowed your head, “my-my lord, my apologies, I failed to realize you were a noble.”

He laughed at your panic and told you to rise, “me and my companions are travelling east for a tour, would you mind joining us?”

“but-my lord, a common folk like me?”

“I insist, you have a fine hand, we will take graphic landscapes from our tour.”

“I am truly humbled, my lord, “ you smiled sweetly.

Megumi sighed realizing he would need to do a lot of explaining to Inumaki and Itadori.

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gojosatoruo · 2 years

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megumi definitely called gojo "dad" once and gojo was so annoying about it, poor megumi couldn’t even breath that gojo could just be all "respect your dad, son" and "don’t talk like that to your father"

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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[ back to december ] fushiguro megumi

contains: 1.1k+ words. angst, break-up, minimal fluff

summary: Megumi was the reason why you wanted to move past December. And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.

end note: repost from my ao3. was obsessed with this song so i had to write it out.

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Megumi Fushiguro was the reason you love December.

White droplets of snow decorating the roofs and pavements, the frigid breeze of wind caressing your skin, dressing yourself with piles and piles of thick clothes.

He was the reason why December is warm.

Bringing you a cup of hot cocoa, removing his jacket to keep you warm (despite his sensitivity from the cold), throwing you a snowball whenever you're too lost in thought — stealing kisses in front of the fireplace, running around the house like two idiots when you're locked inside the house because of the hailstorm, exchanging promises under the fort you made.

He was the reason why you waited with bated breath for December. Itching for spring, summer and autumn to pass – crafting fantasies for your next meeting, trapping yourself from the imagery of what's to come the next December, the next time you can see him again.

Megumi is a sorcerer and you're a normal citizen. His life as a sorcerer is the reason why the only season you could see him is during winter, during December.

And yet, like a little child waiting on the porch for the first fall of snow, you longed for his arrival, eyes fleeting from the calendar into your front door.

Your first December with Megumi is when he confessed.

A small piece of paper, that for you, it meant bigger, meaningful, a drastic change in your life – I like you, will you go out with me? – Despite the harsh gust of wind, you felt warm, especially when you felt two pairs of arms wrapped around you, sturdy chest blocking your view from your surroundings, when you nodded your head and said ‘yes’.

Your second December was when he said I love you.

Snuggled in front of the fireplace, cladded with nothing but a thick, large blanket. Head lays flat against his chest, his heart thumping erratically.

He said it's because of the rigorous activity, but his reaction says otherwise. You know it's because of what he said, it's because of the confession he made.

With every passing month you awaited what will happen the next December. The expectations of what kind of surprise, what kind of memory you'll keep, what kind of gift you'll receive, keeps you awake every night.

Restlessness, loneliness, fear were all cast aside when you hear the familiar jingle of keys, dashing from the bedroom into the stairs – uncaring if you lose your footing and might stumble, all you want is to open the door and see him again – to see your Megumi again, to feel him in your arms again.

The eight December you have with Megumi – was nothing like you imagined it would be.

Your excitement drowns when you hear his words, walls come crumbling down when you force yourself to look at his face.

“I'm sorry y/n, I just came here to tell you all of that. These are your keys, goodbye.” He left, turned his back and never looked back – leaving you dumbfounded and broken.

From all the December you spent with Megumi, from all the countless memories you both shared – Goodbye – a breakup is the least surprise you've expected.

Without reasons, without explanation, without turning back, Megumi just left you there; tears rolling from your cheeks nonstop, door ajar deriding you from the reality that all the December you spent with him is gone.

Your eight December with Megumi is not what you expected and the last December that marks your relationship.

Megumi was the reason you loved December.

And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.

Megumi hates that he didn't get to tell you the words he wanted to say. He misses you, a lot actually, your firm soft skin sliding against his, your sweet smile – it's burned in the back of his mind, haunting him with the vivid memory of your last encounter: crestfallen, jaw slacked, corners of your eyes pooling with tears.

Sometimes he stares into his reflection in the mirror, stares at the monumental change in his life and asks: If I happen to turn around that day and let my defense crumble, will we still be together?

Will we still spend December together?

“I haven't seen you in a while. You look great”

Your eyes don't hold the same gaze as before. No more affection and love, it's shrouded with – nothing, indifference perhaps.

It's his fault, he knows. Why you can't keep squirming in your seat – you're uncomfortable.

Why do your eyes dart from his face into the bustling street outside – you don't feel comfortable with him anymore.

“I'm sorry if I… called you out here so suddenly. I just wanted to see–”

“Fushiguro, please let's cut to the chase. I have an important thing to do.”

It's his fault – why you wish to leave as soon as possible, why you feel uncomfortable, why you don't want to talk to him anymore.

But, if he told you that he still loves you and regrets the day he told you that he wants to break up — will that make you forgive him?

If he told you that the day when he told you that you should part ways, he looked back – turn around only when realized that he can't do it, when he had already taken steps further away from your house, will you take him back?

“If you're going to apologize, it's okay now Fushiguro. I already forgive you, even if you don't explain I get it, I understand everything. We didn't need to meet up like this if it's just as simple as that.”

He listened not so much to what you said as to the nuances in your voice. He heard nothing to enlighten him, except that you had reverted to the formal tones of early acquaintance, as if you never met each other at all.

Will it surprise you if he said that hurts him?

“If that's all then I'm leaving. Thank you for everything, Fushiguro. Goodbye.”

Footfalls and the ringing of the bell was the last thing he heard before he closed his eyes. This was all his fault. He even swallowed his pride, tried to apologize – but just like what he dreaded the most, it came to life.

The one thing he didn't want to make into reality, came true, in just a blink of an eye. The perfectly built expectation and hope is nothing more than a delusion now.

It's all Megumi's fault – he regrets it all. And now he can't do anything, can't get you back anymore, he regrets everything, regret ever breaking up with you.

As Megumi watches your figure disappear into the streets, he wishes for one thing: to go back to December, turn around and run back to you.

Maybe then, the month you both love – will still be spent with you and him together

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astranne · 2 years

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For the event, can I request hair down!Fushiguro Megumi? I saw a TikTok a while ago, where Megumi had his hair down like his father and Gojo obviously didn't like it. Sadly I can't find it anymore...

SNIPPET hair down!fushiguro megumi

notes // hi hi :) of course, thank you for the request! i really like this little headcanon and writing this had been fun :D i would love to see the tiktok, so if you find it, even some time later, feel free to send the link!

hair down!fushiguro megumi; being absolutely done with gojo‘s bullshit, he decides to dig a bit and finds more about his father out. nanami-sensei tells him how his father almost killed gojo, only to then get killed by him.

hair down!fushiguro megumi; decides to dig even further and goes to the zenin clan elders, who have a heart attack, because why would gojo‘s ward visit them?! he just asks them questions about the sorcerer killer and how he was, and oddly enough, they answer all his questions. they just hope he refuses his current family name and becomes a zen‘in

hair down!fushiguro megumi; asking maki if she can teach him with the same weapon his father used. the training is hard, harder than usual since he wants to learn as fast as possible.

hair down!fushiguro megumi; getting ready for his mission, carrying a sword with him, his hair down and his usual uniform still in the laundry. a smirk graces his lips and he has the sudden urge to cackle like a disney villain.

hair down!fushiguro megumi; walking towards the car with a slow pace, his phone in one hand, the sheathed sword in his other. his pants are white and baggy, while his shirt is black and streching over his muscles. he‘s surprised how comfortable this whole outfit is and decides to wear it more often, no matter gojo‘s reaction.

hair down!fushiguro megumi; walking past gojo without care, grunting a greeting and getting in the car, all while typing busily on his phone he’s just playing candy crush gojo freezes when he sees him, choking on his own spit and- why is megumi‘s hair down like that?!

hair down!fushiguro megumi; grumbling something about not enough time to style his hair and getting his uniform from the laundry, while gojo‘s soul leaves his body. here he was, working hard to raise megumi and the ghost of his father still corrupts him?!

hair down!fushiguro megumi; stopping putting his hair up, ignoring the shocked looks he gets from elder sorcerers. everytime he walks path gojo, he hides his smirk when said man looks like he bit into a lemon.

ASTRANNE 2022

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kitty35 · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen Headcannons

I've resently rewatched the first season and am now pretty far in the manga so I've decided to share some of my head cannons with you guys! These are just in general, but if you want relationship head cannons, just let me know :)

Requests are open btw!!

Gojo can feel the things in his limitless but it feels like something hitting glass or a finger poking fabric that has been stretched too much

Gojo has albinism and if it weren’t for the six eyes then his would be red

Geto liked really heavy metal music

reverse curse technique has a sound (like wind passing through mountains)

Toge knows Japanese Sign Language but since no one else knows it or has time to learn it, he doesn’t bring it up

Yuta, Maki and Megumi are all Ace

Megumi is also Aromantic

Mahito is mostly made from the fear of kids being scared of adults, thus why he acts so childlike and carefree

Yuta has a raspy/airy voice

Yuta is a dog-boy but only makes friends with cat-people

Choso is the definition of gullible. Like, darling has no common sense and will fall for anything/everything

Requests are open :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #megumi fushiguro imagines #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jjk gojo #gojo jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu #yuta jujutsu kaisen #jjk maki #geto headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #headcannon

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jjstoothpick · 2 years

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Warm. (Fushiguro X Reader)

You couldn’t believe that you had done it again. Fallen asleep outside just after a long mission. Gumi was going to be furious. Not just because you weren’t getting adequate rest either. He’d warned you that morning to make sure you added the extra sunscreen step to your routine. Especially since it was the hottest day of the year.

Your body writhed with heat and the sting of overexposure. You managed to snake your way into yours and Gumi’s shared room undetected by Gojo.after you degrimed yourself in the shower, you slipped out of your uniform and into one of ‘Gumis shirts and a pair of sweat pants. As painful as the burn was you still felt more comfortable in his clothes. They seemed to fit a bit better. Fushiguro wasn’t going to be back for a few hours yet so you took it upon yourself to catch up on some more rest.

Wincing as the cool fabric touched your skin you slid into your side of the bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light. A few hours had passed and you were awoken by a tired Fushiguro landing flat on top of you and nuzzling his face in your neck. He was hardly ever soft but with you it was different. You were thankful everyday for it. “Are you sick?” The boy mumbled not looking up. “Not that I’m aware of, why do you ask?” You shifted so that ‘gumi was now laying beside you. “You’re so warm.You’re burning up.” He said reaching a hand to your forehead. You then turned to face Fushiguro fully so he could see the outline from your goggles permanently etched in your skin. At least for the summer until you could even it out. “I’m not sick Gumi. I fell asleep in the grass outside on accident. I was just so spent from the mission. I didn’t even realize the sun was beating down that hard. Before I knew it I was already toasted.” You grunted. “Please don’t be mad at me I know you reminded me to wear sunscreen but I forgot and now It hurts like a mother-”. ‘Gumi cut you off with a kiss mid sentence. “‘Msorry it hurts. Too tired to argue.” He mumbled lazily afterward engulfing you in his embrace. “‘Gumi, as much as I appreciate the sentiment. You are hurting me.” You said referring to your now very tender skin. “How about me and my boy go jump in the lake to cool down and then come back and snuggle, yeah?” You said moving a strand of Fushiguro’s hair out of his eyes so you could meet them. Within seconds the two of you were out the door.

You may have hated how you were feeling on the outside but on the inside your heart was full. You had found a home in ‘gumi and he had no idea.

A/N: this is my first jjk fic and it’s not the greatest. I’m only on ep 6 but I’ll be darned if I haven’t already fallen for Gojo and Fushiguro. I always say I’m not an anime nerd but I’ve already started walking around saying “sukuna sukuna” in a growly tone randomly. it is what it is. Anyway I accidentally fell asleep in the pool today so it birthed this idea. Take it or leave it. Xx - K 🖤

#jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro imagines #fushiguro fluff

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