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✩°｡ ⋆ UNHOLY MATRIMONY

fushiguro megumi x reader

⭑ — PREMISE. in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.

⭑ — GENRE/WARNINGS. arranged marriage au, aged-up megumi, family drama, angst to eventual fluff, domesticity, hurt/comfort, profanity (from naoya, mostly), suggestive themes, mentions and descriptions of aggressive behavior, blood, violence, panic attack, minor character death

⭑ — STATUS. ongoing | playlist | ko-fi

prelude -> one ⋆ to be wed -> two ⋆ unholy matrimony -> three ⋆ the right husband -> four ⋆ going downhill -> five ⋆ sinner's punishment -> six ⋆ a longer dream -> seven ⋆ love unspoken -> eight ⋆ all falls down -> nine ⋆ all done -> ten ⋆ a death wish -> eleven ⋆ transcendent truth -> twelve ⋆ the most twisted curse -> thirteen ⋆ seize your happiness -> last ⋆ to the one i love

© CHULUOYI. do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works in any platforms

hiiii. so i’ve we’ve been discussing large age gaps. like toji in his 50s when you’re a little 20 smth.

i just have to tell you

he’s the one who makes fun of you for being into dirty old men while he wrecks you. thumbs away your tears and cooes in your ear about how gross you are and how well you take him. 😔

….this awakened me

tw: big age gaps (reader is 21), daddy kink, mean toji but he’s also a big sweetie too. practice safe sex bc reader isn’t doing that here. oh. and don’t go home with strangers you meet at the bar. reader does that too <3

from the moment you slid into the barstool next to him, toji knew right away that you’d be trouble. he had to give it to you, your confidence was nothing to scoff at, but he could see the way you were fidgeting, squirming next to him, even in the lowlight of the bar. he supposed you had used all your willpower to come sit next to him, especially since all the other seats were empty. you must have been carrying a massive set of balls to choose the scariest guy in the room to bat your lashes at. his nose filled with your sweet and flowery perfume, inhaling it practically as he took in how your doe eyes were flashing his way, only to cower just a moment later.

cute, but also really fucking annoying. he had long ago grown tired of childish games, tiptoeing around someone you had interest in was just a waste of time. toji, truthfully, never was shy about the things he wanted, but he couldn’t help but scold himself inwardly for even finding you worth looking at. you were oozing with this bubbly persona, even if you were trying to avoid his gaze, trying to stare ahead at the television above the bar that was playing horse races. toji had requested it, and he was sure you didn’t understand anything about it besides what type of animal it was.

he didn’t speak to you, not at first, he was more content on waiting you out. he was sipping on something strong, dark amber liquid that he didn’t catch the name of. he wasn’t picky as long as it was good, and this one was smokey, burned nicely on the way down. he preferred it over anything sweet, but, be might be changing his tune seeing as you looked sweet enough to give him cavities. toji listened to you put in your order to the bartender, a snort leaving him when you asked for a shirley temple of all things, extra cherries. how old were you really?

“somethin’ wrong with the other seats?” he finally spoke, making you perk up beside him but you didn’t seem to think he was conversing with you.

he nudged your stool with the toe of his shoe, snapping those doe eyes his way. he was most likely going to hell with how his cock twitched with interest. your eyes were so wide, glassy, he was sure they’d be so darling with tears welling in them.

“i asked you a question. you make it a habit of invading strangers’ personal space, kid?”

“only the really hot ones. and my name’s not ‘kid’ it’s y/n,” you respond, turning to the worker when they returned with your drink. like an excited tot, you were quick to pick up a cherry by its stem and pop it in your mouth.

toji scoffed, “how old are you anyway, brat?”

“old enough,” you hum with a roll of your eyes, pulling your straw between your glossed lips, biting back a grin as you sipped.

he was right, you really were a damn brat.

“not old enough for a real fuckin’ drink, it seems.”

“you wanna ID me, old man?” you huffed, making the older man’s face flash with annoyance. maybe it was something in your snippy tone that irked him, “i’m twenty-one.”

“the name’s toji. don’t call me old man,” he huffed out, “so what…you can’t handle your alcohol?”

“about one of the few things i can’t handle, old man.”

so much for you being shy, but at least he didn’t feel as guilty for his thoughts. you were a tiny lil’ thing, he was sure to break you in half, he wanted to. there was an air of innocence to you, but that did nothing to diminish that dark glint in your eye. such a filthy girl to be pursuing an ‘old man’, in your words. he took a hold of your glass, pulling it away from you when you went to sip at it again.

“what do you want, kid? i’m old enough to be your father.”

“so..forty-three?” you lean in closer, resting your chin in your palm against the bar, wedged sandals resting on the foot rest of his stool now.

“add ten years, doll.”

“oh..,” he didn’t miss the way your thighs pinched together at that statement before you reached to pull your drink back, but his grip didn’t falter, leaning in even closer.

“yeah. oh. now answer my question. what do you want?”

you were squirming again, avoiding his eyes, “isn’t it obvious.”

no, that answer wouldn’t fly. he needed to hear you say it. he yanked your stool close with his foot, in turn caging your legs in with his thighs. they were so thick and warm, it made you dizzy.

“don’t be shy now. you marched your lil’ ass right over here for somethin’ and i want to hear what. you’re a big girl, i thought?” he gave a handsome grin.

“you’re hot. cleary i’d like to sleep with you, if you’re okay with that..toji.”

his name from your lips was downright sinful. he let a hand fall to your bare thigh, massaging the skin there thanks to the shorts you were wearing.

“i think you can do better than that, ask me properly. you want me to fuck you honey?”

toji had never been subtle about anything in his life, at the end of the day, getting your dick wet was getting your dick wet. if a pretty doll like you wanted to offer him pussy, why would he decline? still, didn’t he have a son older than you by like two years or so? if he had planned to turn you away, that thought flew out of the window when you actually fulfilled his request.

“please, i want you to fuck me” you started, looking at him with a gaze that told him you just might drop to your knees right here,” unless you think you’ll hurt your hip or something?”

he gaped at you as you snorted out a laugh. in the end though, it was him who got the final chuckle.

you shouldn’t have followed him out of the bar, or gotten in his car, or even let him drive you back to his shitty apartment. he supposed you were dumb, trusting a stranger, but then again, he was in no position to judge. you both were too busy thinking with your bodies, and any other thought you may have had, toji was determined to fuck it right out of you, make you stupider than you already are. you were too pretty to be acting this filthy, too sweet to be going after a dirty old man like himself. that didn’t stop him from taking a fistfull of your hair and yanking your head back though, that didn’t stop him from coaxing his cock down your throat in the midst of his living room.

he knew you’d be beautiful with tears in your eyes, but he wasn’t prepared to witness you absolutely debauched, face stained with your own dark mascara. he had already warned you on the car ride that he wasn’t going to be gentle with you, he wasn’t going to treat you like a princess no matter how much you looked like one. and as if to prove his point, he made you bare your lower half to him in the car as he drove. he had instructed you to hold your legs open as he played with your pussy, filled you up with three of those thick fingers of his. toji was sure you could take it, you were going to have to if you even wanted half of his cock, but you did. you even squirted for him, your greedy cunt uncaring that he was dividing his attention between you and the dark streets he was driving down.

and now here you were, swallowing his cock like such a good girl, gagging and sputtering around his girth but otherwise, he heard no complaints. he almost felt bad to see your pristine image ruined in such a way, but it had been you pleading to get whored out by him, so he made sure he buried your nose right into his dark wiry pubes.

“you must get off to sick shit like this, huh little girl?” he growled out from where he was sitting on the couch, pulled your slick mouth off of him just so he could listen to you gasp for air and gargle on your own saliva, “your father must be so proud.”

you only gave him a dopey smile to his harsh words, nuzzling your face into his slobbery cock, blowing bubbles in the slick playfully. his dick throbbed at the sight, enchanted by your newfound obsession with his erection.

“i’d be fucking disgusted if you were my daughter, sweetheart, getting off to grimy old men touching you.”

“yet your cock is twitching,” you hummed through a giggle, “is that what you want old man? you wanna be my daddy?”

he hated the way his ears warmed and the way his cock twitched in response to that too, so he shoved it right back down your throat. he had enough of your sharp tongue and sassy remarks for one night. just as he expected though, you were singing a different tune when he was splitting you open. he deemed you weren’t even worthy of his bed so he decided to fuck you right on the floor, face down in the carpet, ass hiked up to properly take every loud slam of his hips. you were so damn loud yourself, overpowering his thunder-like thrusts, crying and begging in incoherent strung together sentences. yeah, he liked you better like this, crying out for him like the brat you are instead of talking back to him.

“is this what you needed to fix your fucking tone, huh?,” he spat, smug at the way you were trembling, from the way you were clawing at the floor.

he placed a hand in the midst of your back to shove you back down as you tried to lessen the arch in your spine, the angle was sinful and he knew he was probably ramming his cock against your cervix at this point, “where are you running off to, princess? is my cock too much for you…that would be disappointing.”

you shook your head the best you could, seeming offended by that notion. sure, you were drooling and snotty and probably on the verge of passing out, but you drew the line at disappointing him, “n-no, i can take it!”

“that’s a good girl. now keep singing for me, i want this whole block to hear how well you take it.”

@neon-gothicc @bakubunny

Why did he say this??!!Yuji is sooo😭😭

GATHER ROUND KITTENS… 🐺 it’s POLL TIME 😈

i have a few ideas brewin lmk what yall want first😋

BHAAAA I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND I WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR TEXT MESSAGES SERIES AND I WANTED to request something, if u don’t mind ofc!! could u do a text messages where reader is confessing her love for inumaki to someone else, but ends up sending the texts to toge? (like, she meant to send the confession texts for a friend, but just realized she sent to inumaki after) sorry if its confusing :(take your time with this one❤️

finally getting to the buried asks >_< here you are ~~

oh! my mistake!

jjk inumaki toge x fem!reader

content: accidental confession, toge is a little shit HEHEH, he’s SO amused, fluff, he calls you pet names at the end to tease you

click on my masterlist for more!

Golden days...

♡ CUTE MORNING LETTERS - TOGE INUMAKI

NOTES: gn!reader, fluff, i was supposed to post this yesterday but was too tired to even proofread🥴

WORD COUNT: 576

AUGUST DRABBLES

toge inumaki is a man of few words. it was never his own choice, but it was because of the fact that his speech is cursed that he never spoke unless it was ingredients. oh, how he always wants to properly communicate with his best friends and especially with you, his partner.

he doesn’t know why you even fell in love with him in the first place. he can’t speak like a proper human and is often away to fight curses, but you’re still here by his side a year later, waiting for him to come home and not seeming to have any troubles with him not speaking.

since he can’t declare his love to you via speech, he instead does it in writing. something that has become a good habit of his is to write you letters every single morning. it doesn’t matter if he’ll be home when you wake up to read them or if he’s away when you do, he just wants you to know every single thing he’s thinking about and all of his feelings.

so when you wake up today, it’s no different. there’s a letter laying on your bedside table, causing a smile to spread over your lips even though toge isn’t currently with you in bed. the whole paper is filled with texts with a few hearts in the corners.

‘goodmorning baby, i’m at the convenience store right now so i might not be home when you wake up. i’ll buy your favorite snacks and when i get home we can just relax in bed all day and watch movies. you looked so peaceful now when i woke up and saw you, i gave you a few kisses but thankfully you didn’t wake up. every single time i see you i just wanna hug you tight and never let go, because you’re so warm and so sweet and i just wish i could keep you in my arms forever. i love you more than anything else in this entire world, you light up my world. every time i see you my heart beats quicker and i keep getting so nervous around you. you have my entire heart, y/n, you have my entire soul and i want you to have it forever. i love you and i’ll see you soon, pretty <3’

you can’t help the tear that makes it’s way down your cheek while you read through the letter all over again, smiling to yourself while crying so early in the morning. he never fails expressing his feelings, even if it’s through text and not speech.

and as the front door suddenly opens, you immediately get out of bed and make your way towards the hallway, smiling widely when seeing toge kick off his shoes with two plastic bags in hand. without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder.

how he wishes he could tell you that he loves you, how he wishes he could tell you how pretty you look. there is so many things that he cannot even express in text and that he may never get to express, but he can hold onto you and he can press kisses to every single part of your face to get rid of your insecurities. he will keep holding your hand until the day he dies, because he needs you to know that you’re the only one for him.

Spellbound

you might be void of feelings i fear i haven’t felt for anyone

synopsis// by no means did you hate soulmates, you just hated that he was your soulmate. not like megumi was ecstatic that he was your soulmate either. but that’s fine, both of you found someone else to keep you company.

status// finished!

updates// everyday unless said otherwise

warning// dating app!au, soulmate!au, college!au, no curses!au, enemies(?) to lovers, profanity, megumi and y/n are edgy pieces of shit <3, kys jokes, crack humor? i’m going back to my cringe 2020 smau roots with reaction images id say i’m sorry but i’m not, if any characters or dynamics r ooc take that up with the universe not me !!

☆ this smau wasn’t inspired by a song but the title was!! ‘twas inspired by spell strike by provoker, so besides the title and lyrics on here the song holds little to no relevance :) ☆

you might be the only one

might be the only one for me

feeling 1. young and stupid

feeling 2. child of divorce

feeling 3. no schedule just vibes

feeling 4. six feet under

feeling 5. this is my fight song

feeling 6. success rate

feeling 7. lone wolf

feeling 8. dumpster fire

feeling 9. retail therapy

feeling 10. be normal

feeling 11. the enemy has been defeated

feeling 12. enemies to lovers irl

feeling 13. exorcism

feeling 14. shut ur up

feeling 15. winner

feeling 16. hip hip hooray

feeling 17. swiped right!

feeling 18. silly little mystery

feeling 19. for no reason

feeling 20. i guess so

feeling 21. sigh of relief

feeling 22. relationship territory

feeling 23. don’t hmu

feeling 24. major in loser

feeling 25. fight club

feeling 26. jigsaw

feeling 27. ghosting

feeling 28. cold shoulder

feeling 29. before marriage

feeling 30. meant to be

feeling 31. a hunch

feeling 32. survival of the fittest

feeling 33. he knows

feeling 34. so close yet so far

feeling 35. (disrespectfully)

feeling 36. regressing

feeling 37. take pity

feeling 38. telepathy

feeling 39. betrayed

feeling 40. two birds with one stone

feeling 41. dead end

feeling 42. mass hysteria

feeling 43. an apology

feeling 44. baby’s first reciprocated love

feeling 45. psychological warfare

feeling 46. jealous

feeling 47. a facade

feeling 48. learning to coexist

feeling 49. with you

feeling 50. useless E information

feeling 51. good idea

feeling 52. break the peace

feeling 53. enjoy the peace

feeling 54. revenge

feeling 55. tolerable

feeling 56. catastrophic

feeling 57. fumbled

feeling 58. easier than you think

feeling 59. no downtime

feeling 60. caught red handed

feeling 61. for good

feeling 62. replace megumi with megumi

feeling 63. delicate

feeling 64. best bet

feeling 65. valid question

feeling 66. devils incarnate

feeling 67. patience is a virtue

feeling 68. grow and change as a person

feeling 69. megumi truthers

feeling 70. knock on wood

feeling 71. come find me

feeling 72. cryptic

feeling 73. more than aware

feeling 74. see the future

feeling 75. trying to be nice

feeling 76. why do you hate me

feeling 77. knight in shining armor

feeling 78. perfect paradox

feeling 79. idgaf war

feeling 80. stay like this forever

feeling 81. baby bird

feeling 82. found your way back

feeling 83. heart racing

feeling 84. loverboy activities feeling 85. megumi this megumi that feeling 86. protect you feeling 87. flirt back feeling 88. wingmen feeling 89. in love with megumi allegations feeling 90. more broken feeling 91. gets shirtless again feeling 92. 1 new message!

feeling 93. protecting your peace

feeling 94. tired of waiting

last feeling. a kiss and a fight

epilogue/bonus feeling. spy

i need more needy megumi who js wants kisses :( i just read the halloween costume fic and i need moreee

pretty boy megumi just needs you to kiss him more

💗めぐみ

note : needy cutie pie gumi hot off the press 😘 i think if anyone would be needy and obsessed with kissing, it's mr pretty boy over here

content : fluff, kissing, bf megumi, fem reader

playme : kiss me more (of course lol)

"kiss me more..."

it's not a command, but a shy plea. he tugs at the hem of your shirt. he only looks this soft for you.

megumi has spells where he's insatiable and wants to kiss you over and over and over and— overrrrrr. until his lips plump up and tingle, until he's almost gasping and out of breath. until he's dazed. he's just... so in love with you. have mercy. he's never enjoyed kissing anyone before you.

your phone floods with messages from your best friend. megumi groans when you break from the make out session, he was putting his whole back into it, pouring his whole heart into it.

📨 nobara : where r u ??

📨 you : gumi's

📨 nobara : not emo boy again. didn't u two have an argument

📨 you : uh yeah... about which pizza is best lol.

📨 nobara : shopping. now.

📨 you : isn't yuji ur dedicated carry horse...

📨 nobara : yes but he's busy and also i miss uuuu 😘

megumi groans, "is it nobara?"

"yes, it's nobara. i'm gonna meet up with her."

he frowns. "but..." he pays glance to your lips. he doesn't wanna seem needy, or anything. gosh no, that would be humiliating. but the way your lips look so inviting, like a door opening to his home, he can't help it and —

"kiss me a bit more before you go..." he asks quietly. but truthfully, he wants more than that. he wants you to ruffle his hair. cup his cheeks. make him dizzy. drain his lungs. with a thousand kisses that turn into two thousand. he's a bit greedy.

you kiss him lightly, "you're so sweet... gumi."

"shut up... and kiss me harder. what are these baby kisses?"

you giggle, "so mean!"

he pulls you in, and kisses you. and the poor boy, he follows you to the door on your way out with kisses, too; he just doesn't want to let you go.

"okay, one more kiss."

"yes, just one more."

"seriously, only one more, gumi."

"yes yes, just one more..." he's itching to kiss you, you can feel his whole body buzz with desire.

he kisses you so hard he pins you to the door and it clasps shut with a click. you feel his weight press into your body, pinning you tighter.

and he cups your cheeks, thumbs back and forth on the crown of them. no kiss engulfs you quite like megumi's. he kisses you so deeply you feel it in your soul.

"megumi... this is more than one kiss."

he whines and curls his lips into a frowny grimace. "can't you just spare me... fifteen more minutes...?" he breathes heavily.

you laugh, "fifteen? nobara's been waiting for thirty minutes at the station..."

"yeah... sorry... but..." he licks his lips, then brushes them against yours. he gives you that deep look that shows off the dark beauty in his eyes. "...i just really need your lips today."

"feeling a bit crazed huh?" he feels your smirk against his lips and it makes his heart leap around in his chest like a frog.

"...yeah...a bit..." and he melts into another buttery kiss, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies.

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Megumi falling in love for the first time?

Attempts at Friendship are Unappreciated

Synopsis: Megumi doesn’t have a need for friends, let alone a lover. But upon getting his first crush, he learns some new things about himself, like maybe he cares more than he thinks.

pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x GN!Reader

content warning: SFW, potential friends to lovers, Megumi sorting out his feelings sort of stuff because cynical, overthinker Megumi is my favorite Megumi.

If you were to ask Megumi, he didn’t have any need for friends. And he has been asked before by people like Gojo and his sister. The answer was always the same. He prefers being alone. People were too complicated. Too selfish. Too good. Too everything, really. And he was, well, himself.

Even after arriving at Jujutsu High, it’s still unnerving to him to have someone talk to him so earnestly, like his eyes weren’t permanently fixed with irritation, like he wasn’t constantly avoiding others, like he didn’t wear indifference like a new fur coat in the height of winter.

Itadori was an unexpected exception. An outburst of emotion intravenously linked him to the other boy, the golden strings of their destinies twined and knotted together on Fate’s spinning wheel.

You, on the other hand, have no reason to befriend him. He’s never had anything to offer others in return for their company, which never bothered him until he met you.

Megumi questioned what it was about you that allows you to get so close. So, he lets you talk, chattering his ear off in the covered walkway hosting the vending machines.

He studies you inch by inch, searching for something in the bright expression on your face and the crinkle of your eyes when you smile; he still doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking for. Your motive – the reason for wanting to talk to someone like him?

“What’s your favorite color?” you ask.

“I don’t have one.”

It may sound like a rude dismissal of your question but it's the truth, the painfully boring truth. He’s never put much thought into trivial things like that. The fact settles heavily in his stomach and rings hollow in his chest like when his sister said he’d never learn to make friends if he didn’t put himself out there.

Back then, Megumi pretended not to have heard her. In truth, it bothered him when she said it, only for the feeling to quickly fade away before he even left school that day. That strange void he felt back then always seems to resurface at the worst of times.

“Would you say that you like black or silver better? How about blue?”

Megumi looks down and plays with the tab on his orange juice can, avoiding the thing about you that makes him want to hear you talk. Megumi has no need for friends. Attempts at friendship aren’t appreciated.

“They’re all fine,” he grumbles out. It’s the maximum he allows.

Megumi doesn’t have a type. It’s another one of those trivial things he’s never bothered to think about until his head was literally cracked through the pavement.

He knows all about types though, and he knows as much as he cares about romance from the bad to the good. Sweaty palms, blushing faces, pounding hearts were all reoccuring themes in his books.

Megumi never thought he’d have romantic feelings for anyone, no matter how fleeting. He reckons he isn’t capable of it. He just isn’t wired that way.

It’s comforting in a sense. It means he didn’t have to worry about attachments. Sure, he loves his sister, and Gojo, well, he cares for his benefactor, but he’s never considered the older man someone he felt okay investing all his feelings into. People his own age were complicated enough; adults were worse, his father was worse; the little he remembers anyway.

When he thinks about the way he met Gojo who too conveniently saved him from the Zen’in clan in exchange for becoming his student, it’s hard for him to let his trust flow purely even after all this time; even when Gojo took it upon himself to do Megumi favors like putting Itadori's room right next door (another thing Megumi didn't appreciate).

Megumi blames his long-seated resentment for the reason his heart starts to work overtime the day you present friendship bracelets to everyone. They’re fancy; many steps above the cheap kind that you’d find at some discount convenience store with plastic alphabets and random beads and symbols. He assumes a couple of the pieces might be real.

Kugisaki’s is green, shining on her wrist like emeralds. Megumi thinks it suits someone like Kugisaki, who would undoubtedly love to be covered in jewels. Itadori has a similar one, rotating with a pattern of red and opaque white pieces.

Standing in that hall, drowning out the conversation between Kugisaki and Itadori about who has the prettier bracelet, Megumi realizes he’s next.

It starts when you step in front of him; there’s a cautious tone to your voice when you say his name because you already know: attempts at friendship aren’t appreciated.

It's with a roll of anxiousness, the one that always comes with the mystery of whether his exchange with someone will be positive or negative and the skeptic thought in his head that reminds him most people always want something in return, that makes him throw up a wall.

“These probably aren’t your thing but I made one for you too,” you preface. “I hope you like it. I wasn’t really sure what to put on it so I made some guesses.”

You’re right. Friendship bracelets aren’t his thing; needing a token like a bracelet to prove your relationship to someone is asinine. It’s against what is supposed to make a friendship special. Strong friendships should need no words, right?

Most importantly, he doesn’t need it, and there’s no reason for you to give him one.

“You keep it,” he starts. However, it’s already too late as you grab his arm and slide the trinket over his hand.

“I don’t—” he starts again; there’s a bit of surprise in the way you look at him, the way everyone stops and looks at him actually. This quickly becomes one of those times where it’d be easier to go with the flow than to fight the current. “Fine.” He clears his throat. “Only because you already made it,” he explains more fully, stifling the embarrassment that wants to bubble from his chest with so much attention.

Like before, he finds himself too focused on watching you, the way your eyes soften from surprise and rejection to shining stars. He thinks this must be how the protagonists in those books feel when heat creeps up their neck. Those books also left him sorely unprepared that it would go past neck to his face and ears.

He breaks away from the situation, finding a way to retreat into the background to shield himself from the gooey feeling permeating the air. He drops his gaze to his arm, focusing on the bracelet with his name accompanied by a repetition of blue and silver, connecting the two—four—of you together.

Megumi fixes his sleeve over the bracelet, but he can’t hide how painfully aware he is of the charms rolling against his skin.

It was both a pleasant feeling and completely alien.

It broke.

Megumi was a bit reckless against a low-level curse, and it broke. He didn’t even realize it until after the battle was over and one of the silver charms were rolling under his foot.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was bound to happen eventually considering this line of work. Yet, he still picked up the few pieces he could separate from the gravel, and the entire ride home his wrist feels unreasonably bare.

Thinking about how he messed up makes him annoyed at himself, especially when he wonders what you’d think if you noticed he wasn’t wearing it. You’d probably think he tossed it somewhere; that he didn’t like it. He liked it. The same way he likes to listen to you talk on car rides home after missions or when you ask him to hang out with you and the others or when you read all the books he recommends with the protagonists that are quickly becoming too relatable with every skipped heartbeat and tongue-tied word. He’s frustrated to acknowledge why that’s the case.

It’s only been three months since the start of the school year, he thinks. It took only three months for his thoughts to start drifting to his classmates, with you almost always center stage in them.

When he arrives back at the school, he finds your room and knocks on your door. He shows you what little remains of the gift you gave him, as if he needs to immediately absolve himself of any wrongdoing.

“Do you want me to make you another one?” you ask cautiously.

Megumi can guess why you’re hesitant considering he only accepted your gift because of peer pressure. He still believes gifts like this are silly and unnecessary.

But…

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

He wants it.

So, he goes into your room where he watches you begin the process of making him another bracelet. You ask him which accessories he would prefer, and like always he doesn’t have much preference other than what you think is best. As long as it isn’t too silly, of course.

He gives his undivided attention to how your fingertips pour over your work kit and the many square boxes filled with different miniature shapes before you carefully pick out one with a little dog face.

“I think this one is good,” you whisper to yourself before continuing your search for another complementing bead.

You smile as you work. It’s nice. Cute even as you bite down on your lip in concentration; and right now, he isn’t quite sure what to do with that information other than note the way it makes his palms feel clammy especially when he notices your eyes lift back up to his.

Megumi notices a lot about you actually. He notices how you always go out your way to get his, well, everyone’s opinion on everything. He notices that whenever you share your snacks with everyone that you always save ginger for him. He notices how your gaze lingers on him when you ask if everyone is in one piece after difficult missions. He also notices how your finger stops over a silver square, one with a little black heart carved in each side. He wonders, perhaps too hopefully, if the charm is just one you think he’d like or if it means more than that.

“Why do you always keep trying to talk to me?” he asks, fighting the urge to beg you to stop getting stuck in his mind so much.

Your head snaps up from what you’re doing.

“What do you mean? We’re teammates,” you answer simply.

“Aren’t missions enough? We don’t need to interact aside from that.”

You pinch your eyebrows at him, and there’s a frown on your face. “Sure we do.”

“There’s no reason.”

It’s not like he ever saved your life, not like Itadori. It’s not like he has a somewhat familial relationship with you, like Gojo. You’re not his sibling or his parent; he’s not the friendlist either so there’s no reason to try to get closer any more than necessary, and there’s no reason for him to be feeling so nervous right now.

“How about because I like talking to you? I think you’re pretty funny, and you’re a kind person.” You shake your head, laughing. “I don’t know. I just like being friends with you.”

Megumi doesn’t know what he was expecting. Some deep explanation why you keep trying to get close to him? Some selfish excuse from you that he could use to warrant pushing you away. A reason to justify why he likes you so much? A reason to hope you like him just as much?

Maybe.

There doesn’t need to be some special reason for you wanting to be his friend, which means he doesn’t really need a reason either.

“I see.”

“Finished,” you say, holding out his newly made bracelet to him. “I poured some of my cursed energy into it, so it won’t break so easily next time.”

Megumi feels calm once again when he feels the weight and roll of the beads on his skin again; the aura of your curse energy humming through it makes the connection back to you much more noticeable.

“What about me?” you ask, drawing his attention. “Do you like being friends with me?”

Megumi can’t answer that, not because he doesn’t have an answer, but because he feels like his tongue weighs more than lead as you lean closer into him.

His eyes find your lips, soft and parted. This is the first time he’s gotten the urge to kiss someone. It makes his stomach whirlwind, and he quickly finds a way to answer you without having to look at you as he picks at one of the charms.

“Can I make you one?”

The next morning, Megumi decides to go out with you and the others for breakfast, which in hindsight was a mistake as Itadori points out the new accesory you’re wearing on your wrist.

“Hey, you got one too now.”

You smile, holding it up proudly. “Megumi made it for me!”

“Megumi?!” Itadori blurts out.

“Made it for you?” Nobara asks with raised eyebrows and a hand on her hip.

“He did a really good job.”

It’s like the time before when you first gave them their gifts, and everyone is looking at him again. “I didn’t do anything special; a monkey could do it,” he mumbles out.

Itadori is the first to crack a laugh followed by Kugisaki. Then, the two of them start muttering and teasing him in unison.

“He’s so modest,” Itadori points out.

“Loverboy,” Kugisaki whispers.

“Can we call you Megumi too?” Itadori asks.

Megumi doesn’t have the patience to consider whether the other boy is being genuine or not as he grits his teeth and growls out a quick “shut up” before konking Itadori on the head to prove his point. It’s enough to make them leave him alone for now as Itadori accidentally trips into Kugisaki from the force.

“That was completely unnecessary, Fushiguro,” Kugisaki grumbles as she pushes Itadori off and stands back to her feet.

Megumi sighs.

This is why he doesn’t want friends.

“Did you just sigh at me!”

“If that’s what you heard,” he tells her.

“You better sleep with both eyes open!”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Yet if it’s those two then he guesses having friends isn’t completely unbareable.

Suddenly, Megumi loses focus at the timbre of your laugh.

“You guys are starting early today.”

You’re still laughing at them, harder now actually, and it’s precious. He throws his gaze to the wall as if he’s ignoring Kugisaki and not trying to hide the heat blooming on his cheeks when you glance at him, making him aware that he’s the reason for your laughter.

Megumi shoves his hands in his pockets and rolls his thumb over the bracelet and the heart you left behind there.

Friendship is something he’s coming around to. Having a crush for the first time, well, he still needs work on figuring that out.