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summary : your and childhood bsf!megumi's bond has remained unbreakable throughout the years. but you have kept a secret from him, that might change everything between you. you've been in love with him since you were a kid. you've done your best to not let that get between you, but when a new girl starts being the center of megumi's attention, the distance between you grows, and you develop a rare disease that makes you cry crystals and is slowly making you blind. as you're progressing into a dark tunnel, will he become your light?
warnings/genre : star tears au, childhood bsf!megumi x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of swearing, mentions of nobara and yuji, you four have a group basically, everybody is in highschool, nobara is the best friend a girl could ask for, yuji is just a confused guy ™, everyone is lwk an idiot except nobara, reader cries a lot, nobara calls the new girl a 'bitch', mentions of toji and mamaguro, lwk toxic relationship (NOT between reader and megumi), reader calls him 'gumi'
w.c: 6.1k
megumi and your lives had been entangled since the day your mothers had given birth to you, in the same hospital, and in adjacent rooms.
you both were too little to remember, but your parents loved to reminisce and recount the tale of your friendship, which began just before you both were born.
as the story goes, your mother had went into labour while your father was at work, and she had to be rushed into the nearest hospital; everything was going against how your father had planned. and your planning-loving father was sweating buckets by the time he rushed to the hospital, not even in his car. your father had ran to the hospital, and into an almost closing elevator.
luckily, a calm toji fushiguro, who recognised the my-wife-is-giving-birth-for-the-first-time-and-everything-has-went-haywire look on your father's face, stopped the doors from closing. your father panted a thank you before leaning against the cool metal walls of the elevator to catch his breath.
"don't worry, everythin's gonna turn out 'right," toji had said, giving your father a pat on the shoulder. your father just raised an eyebrow, confused, his face flushed from running.
"my wife's giving birth too. went into labour jus' an hour ago" toji explains, and your father nods in understanding. the elevator doors open with a ding! and both men step onto the pristine white marble floors.
coincidentally, they learn later, that both of their wives were in adjacent rooms. and megumi had been born just 5 minutes after your mother had given birth to you.
as they say, you both were written in the stars.
inseparable is a word most would use to describe you and megumi. as soon as you had learnt to walk, you were walking to the fushiguro's house through the back door in the fence your fathers had made. you loved megumi's sea urchin-like hair, and he loved when you put bows in them, despite how much he denied it.
you would go to their house after brushing your teeth and spend the entire day there, coming back only at night. and on other days, megumi would be at yours. sometimes, you didn't even bother coming back home, and just fell asleep on the couch. toji would then carry you to megumi's bedroom; and you'd wake up in his room, wondering how you even got there.
"magic. i've heard fairies visit kids at night," was what your best friend would say. maybe it was magic.
you believed a little in magic, or how else would someone explain how you both seemed to like the same things, have similar hobbies, and fit together like lock and key? it was magical that you had found someone on the same wavelength as you, and you had found it at such an young age.
toji had called it "sharing brain-cells". your mother had said it was because you were such a good kid in your past life. whatever it was, you were grateful.
you were grateful that megumi patiently listened to you while he coloured and you went off about something random or something you had read about. you were grateful that during lunch in school, he always set aside his dino-nuggets because you were in love with them. how his crayons were arranged in a rainbow pattern because you liked them that way.
you were grateful the way he would panic when you scraped your knee on the playground, and held your hand while his mother treated the wound with antiseptic. how his grip on your hand would tighten a fraction when you hissed in discomfort and how the frown on his face would not go away until a band-aid had been placed.
you were so thankful for your best friend, you hadn't noticed when that gratitude had turned to something warmer. something that bloomed in your chest every time megumi used to draw you beside him in his drawings, holding hands. something soft, innocent and warm enough to make your cheeks flush even on the coldest day.
you had always loved megumi fushiguro, even when you didn't know what love was.
you assumed it was a crush, a lot of your girl friends had those on the boys in your class. but they went away, or so you've heard. so, you didn't tell your best friend, who knew everything about you, that you had a teensy crush on him.
it wasn't a big deal right? the feelings would subside, and you'd be back to your normal with megumi.
wrong.
you didn't have a 'teensy' crush on megumi like your 10 year old self had thought.
you were in love with megumi fushiguro, and you still were, in the last year of high school. 17 years of being his best friend, and harbouring feelings for him more than half that time.
you had watched your prickly, but caring, people-hater best friend grow into a handsome prickly, but caring, people-hater best friend. and yeah, that handsome part had also played a part in your attraction towards him, but then again, you had loved him through his pubescent teen phase, so you were actually in love with him. unfortunately.
but under no circumstances could you confess to your best friend, could you? he didn't feel the same way, that was for sure. you knew him inside out, and you knew that you couldn't ruin a two decade long friendship over unrequited feelings.
until kugisaki actually flicked your forehead when you told her about your 'complex' feelings.
"dude, i am actually going to gut you because he couldn't be more obvious" she said, exasperated, even more so at the confused look on your face.
you both were sitting in the cafeteria, for once, without the other two people in your group. megumi and yuji were busy with baseball practice, and you were hungry. so you grabbed nobara, and sat down with your lunch trays on the nearest empty table.
you had met itadori yuji when megumi had taken you to an after party at his house, after they won a match. it wasn't anything extravagant; half of the guys hadn't shown up anyway, and you three had ended up playing mario kart.
you met nobara a month after that, because she had been assigned as your lab partner. you two hit off quickly, and she told you that she knew yuji somehow, which was how you four ended up in a group.
growing up, you didn't have many close female friends, so having nobara by your side was a blessing. sure, megumi was the best-est friend anyone could ask for, but he wasn't really the best person to go for relationship advice, was he? especially if you wanted advice regarding him.
"he's in love with you! honey, my love-radar is never off; its like i have a sixth sense. people have gaydars, and i have gaydars and lovedars" she continued, sipping her fruit juice box.
just as you started to protest, saying that there was no way megumi fushiguro was in love with you, she cut you off.
"no excuses, you gotta confess. its been what, a millennia? since you've been pining over him?" she wiped her mouth with a tissue before crumpling it in her fist. "get over with it, y'know? what is the worst that could happen?"
many things, you would say to nobara if you could. many things could go wrong.
one day past that conversation, your group had gathered for a study session at the yuji's house. after the study session, megumi and you would walk home together, and you would confess to him. you had told nobara about your plan, and she had approved. you had even worn your prettiest outfit and done your hair. subtly, of course, but still noticeable.
you had arrived before megumi, since he was helping some teacher, and were just chatting with nobara while yuji got the snacks when the door opened.
megumi came in first, bundled up in a scarf and a coat, his face flushed. his spiky black hair looked even better today somehow. he greeted yuji and removed his shoes and coat when he stepped in.
and after him, came in a girl you hadn't seen ever before.
her jet black hair framed her heart shaped face like a painting. she had hazel eyes, olive skin and the prettiest smile you had seen. it stretched wide, but still was somehow elegant, and it lit her whole face up.
"guys, this is sakura" megumi introduced her, his hand on her back. he had a smile on his face, and megumi rarely smiled.
it fit her. sakura. she looked like what a cherry blossom tree might if it was human.
"she's in my art class, and she's new here, so i figured i'd introduce her" greetings were exchanged, and then everyone settled down to do their own thing, but you couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.
you caught nobara's eye, who gave you a sympathetic smile and squeezed your hand, which you accepted with a smile of your own.
all it took was one very gorgeous girl to make you insecure, which shouldn't have made you feel like that because you thought you were someone who felt comfortable enough in their own skin.
yeah, you were confident. after all, megumi was your best friend, and maybe sakura was just a classmate to him. maybe it didn't mean that all your chances were doomed.
the plan was still on track, just after a minor reroute.
"hey" the mention of your name snapped you out of your reverie, and to your surprise, it was megumi who had called you.
"i need to talk to you? in private?" was all he said before he was up and on his feet, walking out of yuji's room; you followed him. he looked visibly nervous as he pulled you closer, practically whispering even though it was just the two of you.
then he muttered the dreaded words which crushed your heart into a million, tiny pieces.
"do...do you think sakura likes me?"
you had always loved the stars growing up. though many children wanted a piece of the moon, you had always wanted to hold stars in your palms.
it was your 5th birthday wish, to hold the stars in your tiny hands, and it was also the first time you had experienced heartbreak when your father sadly replied that he couldn't bring the stars down to you.
but then, he had bought you a telescope, and after seeing the night sky so closely, he had patched up your 5 year old self's broken heart.
that tiny girl would've been very happy right now.
the first time you had cried stars was after megumi had asked that dreaded question. you had shrugged, and simply replied that no girl in her right mind would reject him, hoping he couldn't see the saddened look on your face. you had excused yourself home after that, muttering something about your period being early.
the tears dropped the minute you exited yuji's house, breaking into pieces as they hit the pavement below, mirroring your heart. when you heard something like glass breaking, you looked around but saw nothing except shards on the ground. but then a singular tear rolled down your cheek and crystallized into a star before shattering on the concrete beneath your feet.
a quick google search later you learnt that you were a rarity; only a very small percentage of people developed star tears, and it was a sign of love being unrequited.
you cried more after that, and the tears weren't rolling down your cheek anymore. you cried actual crystals, and your cupped your hands over your face, watching the stars gather in your palms.
they were beautiful; refracting light and shining like the very things you would see in the night sky as a child. they were beautiful, but a painful reminder. they didn't hurt, that was the worst part. maybe if it hurt, you could focus on the physical ache instead of the one in your heart.
the distance between you and megumi grew each day. more so, after he asked sakura out. they were glowing together somehow. both were introverted, and liked their peace and quiet, so they understood each other in ways maybe you didn't.
you tried to be happy for megumi, you really did. you tried to be the supportive best friend.
but ache in your heart intensified when megumi held sakura's hand under the table, or when she made him laugh. when megumi chose to sit beside her instead of his usual place beside you.
you knew that he was just trying to enforce boundaries; he had a girlfriend now, but it didn't soothe the ache. you cried more stars, which were honestly a pain to clean.
one day, the four of you were hanging out at the café near school, nobara sitting beside you while the boys sat across you both. sakura had declined the invitation because she wanted to stay back after school, to complete an art project. megumi had offered to stay with her, but she insisted that he hang out with his friends.
what an angel.
nobara's parents had called her half an hour in, and yuji had spotted an old friend, so only megumi and you were left at the table.
normally, it wouldn't matter, because you both had a lot to talk about anyway. you had to tell megumi how you had aced your english essay, and how you got a near perfect score in math. how you and nobara saw a guy promptly face plant himself on a glass door.
but there was a awkward silence hanging between you both right now, one that neither of you knew how to fill. soon, megumi busied himself with his phone, and you followed, opening and closing your calculator app, and entering 2+2 to see if the answer had changed.
then a soft smile bloomed on his face, and he looked up, showing you his phone. you saw a photo of a beautiful painting of a landscape, with a cherry blossom tree as the focus.
"sakura painted this," there was a tone of pride in his voice, "isn't it gorgeous?"
you tried not to, but you nodded anyway. how could you deny it? the painting was gorgeous, and the girl who made it, was even more. they were plain facts.
"she's so..." he continued, but you tuned him out. no use in hearing things that would only hurt you. he would probably go on about how she was so perfect. blah, blah, blah.
you knew you were kind of being an ass, but couldn't he talk about anything that wasn't about his girlfriend? had you run out of things to talk about so quickly that the only way to fill the painfully awkward silence between you both was to listen to him talking about his perfect partner?
you avoided your friends once winter break started, declining their calls and invites to hang out. you didn't even pick up nobara's calls, until one day, a week into the winter break, she showed up at your house.
wife<3
come downstairs quick
im waitinggggggggg
me
how'd you get in??
wife<3
broke in thru ur window
jk ur mom let me in lmao
shes out shopping btw
told me to tell you
you groaned, getting up from your bed and dragging yourself downstairs to a very enthusiastic nobara who gave you the longest hug you had in days.
"dude, you look like you've fought a war. what's up?" she sat you down on your couch, sitting herself across you. "i brought the cake you love from that café near school." she placed a slice on a plastic plate before handing it to you with a spoon.
"hm, coffee?" you said before taking a bite. it tasted nothing like coffee cake.
"the cake is literally red"
"its red?" the slice in front of you appeared to be of a murky brown colour, definitely not red.
"what, you went colourblind or something?"
you looked up, and noticed that even nobara's bright face appeared dull. like a grey filter had been put over your eyes. you pointed at the small cat statue on the table in front of you.
"w-what colour is that?"
even nobara's tone was concerned now, her cake slice long abandoned. hesitantly, she spoke up, "its pink, why?"
the cat in front of you was not pink. it was not even magenta, fuchsia or any shade close to pink.
the cat statue in front of you was blue and grey.
the stars started falling out of your eyes when you realised you couldn't see colour anymore.
kugisaki nobara had never held stars. as a child, she had been more fascinated with things on the earth, rather than space stuff. she hadn't felt any pull towards the stars like most children.
she couldn't deny that they were beautiful, though.
one moment she was shoving red velvet cake into her mouth, and the next, she was watching literal stars falling from her best friend's eyes.
they were gorgeous crystals, bouncing off the couch and shattering on the floor. as you cried, nobara watched the stars fall from your eyes, fixated. her jaw was open, and no words came out of her mouth.
after consoling you a little, she could see the exhaustion clouding your eyes, so, she helped you to your room and to your bed. then, she searched. read all that she could: from medical articles to reddit posts.
star tear disease is an extreme medical rarity, where the victim cries shining, crystal-like stars due to unrequited love.
unrequited love.
that word stared back at her. for a moment, all she felt was the sinking realisation, that maybe all this had been her fault. had she not encouraged you and given you the false hope to confess to fushiguro, you wouldn't have landed in a situation like this.
but why were you going colourblind?
in some cases, the star tears may affect the victim's photoreceptors, making them not be able to see colour, and in rare cases, it may cause the victim to go blind.
blind.
you were going to go blind because of one-sided love.
nobara wanted to punch megumi fushiguro, wanted to curse at him for causing her best friend to suffer. maybe megumi had been friends with you for far longer, nobara was fiercely protective of you, because you were one of the brightest and kindest people she had ever met. you were loyal to nobara, from the moment you had just met, and nobara would return that loyalty.
but it was useless telling this to fushiguro. nobara knew what would happen; things between him and sakura would break off, and megumi would rush to be by your side. although, if the love was truly unrequited, it wouldn't cure you. it would just make you both miserable, as megumi was happy with sakura.
nobara was helpless. she felt the universe laughing at her, as she watched you sleep peacefully, and tiny pieces of the stars scattered on the ground.
least she could do was clean it up, she thought.
things only went downhill after that.
your vision only deteriorated; the world was now just black and white, you could see no colour, except if it was a obnoxiously bright neon shade, even then it appeared a very dull shade of the colour.
you stuck to sweatpants and hoodies, because one time you had accidentally paired a green scarf with a red plaid skirt, and looked like a christmas tree. safe to say, you couldn't style anything without consulting nobara.
speaking of nobara, she was your anchor while you were almost drowning. she felt partially responsible for all this, even when you assured her that it wasn't her fault, she still showed up at your house every day after school, and distracted you, making sure you didn't cry more tears and ruined your eyes further.
you cried a lot less, but you were still in love with megumi. you had accepted that maybe you would always be in love with him, and it would always be one-sided. you just had to live with that.
and you were. you were having more fun nowadays, going to different cafes all over your city, with your best friend (nobara), and trying desserts with weird names with your best friend (nobara), cut your hair impulsively while your best friend (nobara) supported you through it.
soon, it was almost the end of winter break, and you hadn't seen megumi once, even though he lived next door.
then he ruined everything by texting you.
gumi :)
hey
kugisaki told me you're alive
you hesitated for a second, but you replied. you did miss him after all, though he was the reason the world appeared dull to you now.
me
yeah unfortunately im alive
whats up?
gumi :)
im in front of ur room
can i come in?
your eyes widened, as you shot up from your bed, trying to tidy up as quick as you could. you shoved the glass fragments into a corner, placing your dustbin in front of it.
"i can hear you, y'know?," megumi's voice came through the other side of the door, an amused air to it. you grumbled, opening the door after considering jumping out the window to avoid him.
17 years later, and megumi fushiguro still took your breath away. although you couldn't see any colours, he was still the brightest thing in your room. he looked like he had ran, sweat clinging to his forehead, but he was still effortlessly perfect.
"why are you here?" you couldn't stop the resentment from crawling into your voice. it had took him two weeks to check in with you, when you were missing all your hangouts? wasn't he worried? probably not, you thought bitterly. he was busy with his girlfriend.
he looked slightly taken aback, but he recovered in a split second. "im just here 'cause you've been ditching us for two whole weeks" he says and steps in uninvited, flopping himself on your bed.
"took you long enough"
he winces at that, an apologetic look on his face. "sakura had this art workshop she wanted us to do together. it was a week long."
you couldn't stop yourself from asking the question sitting on the tip of your tongue. "are...are you happy with her, 'gumi?"
he hesitated, but nodded anyway, although there was a look on his face that told you he wasn't sure. he was not telling you something, and he wouldn't.
so you nodded back, a small smile on your face, "then i'm happy for you, fushiguro"
??? (we haven't named this gc)(insert cool name)
no.1 dumbass
guys hangout @ my house, 5 pm
@[your name] YOU HAVE TO BE THERE
idc if ur not there im going to ur house n kidnapping u
nobara's gonna help me
wifey<3
never said that
but it would be nice if my bsf was there
im like a wife waiting for her husband to return from war
i can't handle these two alone
@[your name] pls come
me
i'll see
i need to complete some assignments
#professionalprocrastinatorproblems
gumi :)
sakura's invited right?
no.1 dumbass
sure
gumi :) added unknown number
gumi :)
it is easier this way
can't keep switching chats in class
unknown number
hi guys
no.1 dumbass
hiiiiiiiiii
wifey<3
hello
no.1 dumbass
why is nobara texting like she's writing the constitution
never have i ever seen her type hello
who are you and what have you done with our kugisaki
wifey<3
🖕
me
not gonna make it 2night guys
the project's due at 8 and i haven't started
_
there was no project due at 8. you just couldn't see anything past three feet.
it was terrifying, losing your vision. you longed to see the stars, not just hold them in your palms.
nobara had come before going to yuji's, but you had turned her away, not wanting her to know that you couldn't see anymore. that you were slowly going blind, all over a boy.
if there was an award for the most pathetic way to lose their sight, you would be the winner.
so you promised her that if your project ended early, you would stop by, and sent her away
nobara couldn't help but glare at sakura, especially since she was clinging to megumi more than usual. and megumi was looking expectantly at the door, which pissed her off more.
didn't he have a girlfriend to entertain?
when she got a text, saying that you would be there in 10, nobara ensured that she would be the first to greet you. she wrapped you in a hug as you whispered near her ear, "is somebody behind you?"
her heart dropped. you couldn't even see megumi standing at the end of the room. she whispered his name back and you nodded, before letting her go.
you gave megumi an awkward side hug before following nobara closely because you couldn't navigate on your own.
just as you plopped on the couch next to yuji, who hugged you like an overexcited puppy, claiming that he had missed you terribly, you heard her voice.
"we haven't talked much, [name], but i hope we do today. i'd love to get to know megumi's friend," said sakura, although you couldn't see her because she sat all the way on the other end of the couch. you nodded, before yuji continued whatever story he had been narrating.
it was fun. you had fun; you talked to nobara, laughed with yuji and even exchanged some words with sakura, but not megumi. you couldn't see it, but the heartbreak was evident on his face.
while sakura was talking to yuji, you heard megumi ask you, "did you cut your hair?"
"yeah, impulsive decision. nobara and i went shopping, and i wanted a haircut"
you couldn't see him, but you assumed he nodded. "you never told me"
"you never asked, fushiguro" you said simply, before turning to yuji to ask for some water.
eventually, sakura had to leave, so megumi went off to see her to the door while nobara helped yuji clean up the plates. you tried scrolling on your phone, but stopped soon, since your eyes were drying out.
maybe you should get those eyedrops nobara had told you about. they supposedly delayed the blindness, but you were already halfway there. you didn't even notice megumi taking yuji's place from beside you, though he didn't initiate any conversation, until a minute later.
"look," he turned his phone towards you, "isn't this painting nice? sakura made it"
but he held his phone at the distance where your vision blurred, and you couldn't make out what exactly was in the painting. all you saw were murky yellowish-browns and blues.
so you nodded, putting a smile on your face. "yeah, the yellow really stands out"
for a moment, he didn't speak, and you tried moving closer, but his voice cut through.
"...there isn't any yellow on here"
you felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, and a nervous chuckle broke through, trying to diffuse the situation.
"joking. i was joking. of course," you pointed at where you thought he was holding his phone, "there isn't any yellow"
"that is not where my phone is"
"another joke. i should go see where yuji and nobara are. maybe they killed each other or something; its so quiet." you stood up, trying to navigate to anywhere except where megumi sat. but before you could move, he caught onto your wrist.
"what's going on?"
just as you thought you were doomed, nobara entered the room, yuji on her heel. you shook off megumi's grip off your wrist, and practically ran to hide behind nobara.
her confusion was instant.
"what's going on?"
"that is what i asked!" megumi took a step towards you, but you cowered behind nobara further, so she held out a hand as a warning for him to stop.
"do you know anything?" this time, he asked yuji, who also shook his head, a skeptic expression on his face,
"she- i showed her one of sakura's paintings on my phone, and she pointed out a colour that wasn't even there! then she pointed to somewhere where she thought my phone was, but it was on my lap"
"is this a prank or something? 'cause it isn't funny, okay? i know you don't like her, but you could at least look interested while im talking to you."
he hadn't caught onto that part where you were going blind, but he was completely misunderstanding it. so you tried responding, but he cut you right off.
"it isn't like that-"
"is that that hard to be happy for me for five seconds? you're a shitty friend, you know that, right?"
"shut up, fushiguro! just shut the hell up!" nobara burst out, her voice louder than megumi's or yours. "you don't even know what you're talking about"
"then enlighten me, since you've clearly replaced me as the best friend," he snarked, his voice sharp and mocking.
you could see the anger rising in nobara's expression; her fists balling, and her mouth set in a grim line. you laid a hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her.
"nobara, don't. please"
"you won't ever be mad at him, will you? so, i'll have to do in on your behalf"
"what the hell is going on?!" said yuji, clearly exasperated with the tension rising in the air.
"what? i literally just showed her a photo-"
"she can't see it, you idiot! she can't see the damn photo! she couldn't see colours at first, and now she can't see anything past this couch!"
"w-what do you mean can't see-"
but a sudden realisation flickered over yuji's face and he asked hesitantly, as if he wished it wasn't true, "you've got it, haven't you?" he asked you directly, a somber expression on his face.
"what has she got, itadori?"
when you nodded, yuji turned to the raven-haired boy and spoke in a monotone voice, devoid of his usual charm. "she's got star tears"
"star tears?! isn't that, like so rare? but who-"
finally, you spoke up, this time standing beside nobara instead of behind her. "you, 'gumi. i'm in love with you"
megumi had left after your confession while you broke down, yuji and nobara comforting you to their best abilities. after a while, though, you passed out on his couch, too drained to go home.
in the morning, you woke up, instantly reaching for your phone while trying to blink your bleary eyes away.
you tried calling out for your friends, but it seemed like you were alone in the house. so, you checked your group chat, being instantly bombarded with a ton of messages.
??? (we haven't named this gc)(insert cool name)
unknown number
fuck you [name]
idk what u told my bf to make him come to my house
and fucking break up w me
wife<3
you have some nerve msging here
ur begging to become a public spectacle atp
and if u want to fight, fight me
its been ages since i've beat up a bitch
no.1 dumbass
guys pls don't do this here
idk fight in ur dms pls
unknown number
why? don't want @[your name] to see?
well she should deal with it
she's a homewrecker breaking up ppl's relationships
gumi :)
don't
unknown number
don't what? don't call ur precious bsf out?
if shes soooo in love w you she can put on her big girl pants and tell it to u face to face
not act like a immature wimp
no.1 dumbass
a. its "an immature wimp"
b. don't act so high n mighty when ur the one who's still texting her ex
fushiguro told me how hung up on him you still are
and that despite multiple arguments, you won't stop texting him
wife<3
LMAOOO fr?
unknown number
my ex was twice the man you and megumi will ever be
no.1 dumbass
then go back to him
no one wants u here anyway
no.1 dumbass removed unknown number
gumi :)
i'm so sorry guys
_
the phone fell flat on your face. ouch.
then it started ringing. nobara's photo lit up the screen as you picked the call up.
"hello?" you said hoarsely, still groggy from your sleep
"hi, how are you feeling?"
"like i just fought two wars and lost. where are you both?"
"we went to pick up breakfast. we'll be there in, like, 15? also, don't check the group chat, it'll just give you an headache"
"..."
"you have already, haven't you?" she sighed wearily, you imagined her shaking her head like a tired mother of 3, "anyways, wait for us, we'll be there shortly" the line hung up.
you sat on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. you caught on your reflection when one video refused to load. your eyes were puffy, and your face was a bit swollen. your hair was all messed up. probably from all the crying you did last night.
but, there weren't any crystals or shards on the floor. maybe yuji and nobara had cleaned up already.
and in five minutes, the front door bell rang. that was quick, you thought, getting up to open the door.
but instead of your pink and brown haired friends, you saw a mop of spiky black hair.
megumi.
this time, you could see him, properly. see his eyes, red rimmed and wide, as if seeing you for the first time; the lines on his face, and the way he somehow looked five years older in a week. it had been an emotional wreck of a night, after all.
the first thing he did, was hug you. you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, and inhaling the smell that was so distinctly his.
then he stepped away from you and you noticed the tears streaming down his face. silently, almost unnoticeable unless someone was really paying attention.
"i'm sorry, god, im so sorry. i- i never meant to hurt you. because of me, you almost lost your sight," he rambled, and never in your life had you seen megumi lose his composure like this. you cupped his face, trying to tell him that it was okay, and it wasn't his fault.
"but it was! i never even liked sakura! i was just scared...so scared that i was in love with you, so i said asked out the first girl who showed any semblance of interest"
you paused. wait what?
he chuckled, although it was devoid of any humour, "she wasn't even that serious y'know? she was talking to her ex, and we had a whole argument about it, and she told me that she wasn't you, and i wasn't her ex. we'd both have to settle with each other because the people we wanted didn't want us"
"but then after last night, god, i couldn't pretend any longer. couldn't pretend any longer that i wasn't in love with you. i love you, i love you so much, and i always have. i don't know why i'm telling you this when-"
one of your hands fisted his t-shirt and crashed his lips on yours.
at first he froze. his eyes widened, and he held his hands up like he was in a hostage situation instead of kissing the girl he was in love with.
but then once he caught up with what was happening, his hands were on your waist, kissing you back, with a stupid grin on his face. soon, you too were grinning, and the kiss broke off because you two were smiling too hard.
then you whispered, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw, "i can see you" the world wasn't grey anymore; the deep blue of his eyes was so sharp, it almost hurt. "the colours are back, 'gumi. they're back"
he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting out a shaky exhale. "and i'll make sure they never fade again. i love you"
you smiled, pulling back slightly to look at his face again.
"i love you too, you idiot. but lets be clear, you're on thin ice, fushiguro. if you don't buy all of our lunches for the entirety of the next month, nobara might kill you before i do."
he just laughed, a real, genuine laugh. "only next month? i thought you'd at least say three months or more."
"how about a year?" a third voice piped up from the doorway, and nobara stepped inside with four coffee cups in her hands somehow, while yuji was holding a million something bags.
"she made me buy the whole store in the name of breakfast" was all he said, kicking the door shut with his heel as he struggled with the bags.
"and next time we're using your money" she warned.
megumi just rolled his eyes, and shook his head, his arm still wrapped around your waist.
in the end, maybe you really were written in the stars.
a/n: finally finished it. had to change the ending like a billion times. its messy but i love childhood bsf megumi sm. i've planned more stuff for him, so lmk if you want more !!
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Warm streaks of sunlight warm your skin, filtering in through the windows of your dorm. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curled up on the bed with your cheek smushed against a pillow. You hate to admit it – but you miss Megumi already.
It had only been a day. You could probably go longer than him without breaking first, right? You weren’t that pathetic, or so you thought.
But maybe it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal, to just suck it up and apologise.
It was a stupid fight anyway, built on a flimsy premise yet turning into something pressing enough to argue about. You forgot to text Megumi that you were out late, he got pissed off and worried about you – and what started out as a lecture ended with you storming out and him refusing to say another word.
It happened late last night, snowballing into today. Neither of you even glanced at each other: through training, meals, even during a mission. You knew he was stubborn, and you were more than capable of reciprocating. You just didn’t expect aching sadness to accompany the anger.
Something blue twisted beneath your ribs at the thought of Megumi. It was almost embarrassing, the way you missed everything about him: his bratty glare, gentle kisses, how his soft hair flopped back down after you ran your hands through it. You’d do anything to feel him again.
You were kind of sorry for making him worry, all that was left was to go up to him and say it. You hated having to cave first, especially because you earnestly felt that you deserved an apology too – but somebody had to do it, you supposed. Sucking up your pride might be better than this relentless need.
Willing yourself out of bed, you slip on a hoodie and sneakers, haphazardly tying the laces as you hop to the door. You try to imagine how it would go: you go over to his dorm, apologise profusely, and then he begs for forgiveness too and laments about how much he missed you, right?
Wrong.
You open the door only to be met face-to-face with none other than Megumi – hair slightly ruffled, like he’d just been pulling at it. Downturned eyes more tired than usual when they finally lock onto yours.
You blink, surprised. He’d come over here to do the exact same thing, you realise, just with a little bit more thought put into it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers, clumsily wrapped, is clutched tightly in his hand. You feel your heart stir a little.
Megumi exhales, looking you over. He’s stoic as ever, but you swear you see a flicker of something else in his eyes. His gaze trails back up to yours.
“Are you gonna say anything?” He murmurs quietly.
You scrunch up your nose. “Me? Nope,” you huff, turning your face away and pretending like you weren’t about to go over and beg for his mercy. “You’re the one who came over here, you say something.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“Fine then, just leave.”
He says nothing.
Moments later, you hear his soft sigh – relenting and affectionate and all you needed to hear.
Megumi reaches out to take your chin, firm but gentle as he tries to tilt your face towards him. Brat, you think, refusing to budge.
He tuts. “Don’t be difficult. Look at me.”
“You haven’t even apologised yet,” you grumble, deciding to toy with him just a little bit more.
“I was going to apologise with a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “But if you don’t want it…”
You turn to face him with breakneck speed, body tingling with anticipation. Hours of no affection were driving you insane, and Megumi knew that. You look up at him with wide eyes, and his lips twitch with amusement. “Is that all you need?”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” you mutter, trying to sound casual.
He’s evil, but not that evil. Megumi obliges, leaning in to kiss you.
It’s exactly how you remembered, exactly how it was yesterday and all the days before it. Sweet, soothing, with a hint of urgency in the way his hand curls around your neck. There’s a quiet desperation in how he’s holding you too, regretful and guilty and sorry, though he’d never say it out loud.
Apology accepted, you think, as you melt into him.
You finally pull away for air, and Megumi can’t resist an extra peck to the side of your lips before straightening up. You giggle, lax in his arms as you idly play with the petals of the flowers.
Your contentment is disrupted when he opens his mouth to speak, lips slightly upturned.
“You were going to come over to apologise, weren’t you?”
You tilt your chin up defiantly, eyes blazing again. “Of course not, why would you even think that? I would never.”
“Liar.”
“No, you —“ you’re shut up with a press of his lips on yours again, teasing and knowing. He tilts your head back and you follow easily. Honestly, you don’t mind at all.
JUNE 2, 2026, 6:32AM: if you’re the girl dressed like a hot dog that just knocked me on my ass on the side of the road, please know that i am in love with you.
TO SUMMARIZE - miya osamu meets the love of his life on his way to work for about two minutes total, and then spends five weeks trying to find her.
PLEASE BE AWARE that this story contains written parts, longing, alcohol, swearing, lewd jokes, and everyone is out of character. warnings may change as the story progresses
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synopsis: when five year old megumi is the only person who’s can calm you down during your existential crisis
tags/warnings: yuji’s twin sister!reader, older brother!choso, older brother!sukuna, reader and yuji are five years old, choso is eleven years old, sukuna is fifteen years old, I do not support Melanie Martinez, cussing, NO ACTUAL ROMANCE THESE ARE LITERAL CHILDREN, MEGUMI ONLY HAS A CRUSH ON READER THAT’S IT
If Choso had one wish, it would definitely be to die.
Actually, no- his number one wish would be to stop playing babysitter while his brother cooked them lunch. Watching two five-year-olds run around the house was not as fun as you’d think.
It was more of you and Choso watching Yuji trash the house, though. Choso sighed as his little brother flung legos back and forth across the living room, while his little sister sat quietly on the couch, watching some random cartoon in content.
He craned his head back, watching Sukuna move around the kitchen. How much longer was he going to have to do this?
His gaze flickered back to you. For the past thirty minutes, you had been absentmindedly feeding your pet cat, Bibble (thanks to Yuji, who had stolen the Barbie movie dvds you had gotten as a birthday gift from Sukuna), treats every so often.
You’d reach into the box, and throw your hand off the side of the sofa and await Bibble to lick it up from your hand. The problem with this system was that your cat would take the treat from you, circle round the couch several times, then come back for another treat.
Choso smirked. “Y’know, [N/N], if you feed Bibble too much, she’ll grow reaaallly big and burst like a balloon.”
You dropped the box, head slowly turning to face him.
“WHAT?” You let out a shriek of absolute horror.
“No- [N/N], I was just joking-”
What Choso didn’t expect from his tiny prank was for you to burst out crying, warm tears streaming down your face almost instantly. Maybe he should’ve thought that through before making a joke about your cat exploding into a tiny million flesh pieces because you were feeding your cat.
Once a wail escaped your lips, Sukuna whipped around from his spot from the stove, making Choso and Yuji freeze.
“What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do.”
“I was joking!” Choso explained, hands moving around animatedly. The dark haired boy was scared for his life, and he was actually considering running out the front door.
As if you were replying to his response, you started to sob even more dramatically than you were before.
Yuji patted your legs with a stubby hands. “Don’t cry, [N/N]!”
The boys spent the next forty minutes trying to stop you from crying. And when they say nothing worked, they mean absolutely nothing worked.
Snacks? Choso got a slap to the face, and man, you had a mean right hook, even at five.
Your favourite toy? You almost smashed the TV with it.
Picture of your parents?- okay that one was just a bad idea in general, it almost made all of them cry with you.
Now you were in sukuna’s arms, tiny hands clutching his shirt and fat tears rolling down your cheeks and onto his sleeve.
“What the fuck, Choso? Why would you tell her Bibble would explode?”
“Oooo, you cussed.” Yuji murmured.
“Shut up, brat.”
“I didn’t think she’d start crying!” Choso whined, running his hands through his hair.
“She’s five!”
You started babbling a load of nonsense, causing sukuna’s gaze to soften. You really were his one and only sister.
He quickly caught himself, expression hardening again.
Your mumbles were muffled by your sobbing, but yuji heard something along the lines of ‘gumi’, and he already knew what to do.
He sprinted past Sukuna, ducking under his brother’s arm, causing him to yelp sharply. “Where the fuck are you goin’?”
Yuji jumped as high as he could, and snatched Sukuna’s phone right off the kitchen counter.
“Y’little shit!” Sukuna cursed, setting you down on the couch, still crying. He chased Yuji around the house in an attempt to get his phone back, to no avail.
Choso crouched down beside you, pouting. “I’m sorry, [N/N].”
Your legs dangled off the sofa, lip still quivering, threatening to burst into tears once more.
Suddenly, Sukuna’s phone connected to your large TV, already screen sharing the face time app.
You didn’t know how to read long ass words yet, but Choso did.
Contact name: Toji Fushiguro.
Why did he have Toji Fushiguro on his phone, you may ask? Sukuna didn’t bother to remember the spiky haired kid’s name, but a few years ago his dad had given him the kid’s dad’s number.
Now, why did Yuji know Sukuna had this number? I don’t know.
It rang several times before someone who was in fact not Toji Fushiguro picked up the phone.
Megumi’s face was squished up against the camera until he pulled it away. The boy was playing a game on his father’s phone, and he had just so happened to be the one to pick up.
Yuji tripped, and Sukuna’s phone flew across the room.
“Ah, shit-”
His phone barely missed the ceiling fan, and landed straight into your lap.
Choso held up the phone so your face would come into the view. “Hey, [Name], look! Who’s that?”
You sniffled, rubbing your eyes. “Megi?”
“Hi, [N/N].”
You were five, and his name was a few syllables too long for you to comprehend. The nickname had stuck ever since choso was trying to teach you say Megumi’s name but sneezed mid way.
You grabbed the phone gently from your older brother’s hands, waddling away and into your room, forgetting that the device was still synced to the TV screen. Just ten minutes ago you were crying your head off, and now you were talking about the new pokemon game Choso had bought. He nodded and shook his head as responses instead of actually answering your questions. He had just finished his lunch and was probably on the verge of falling asleep himself.
Your three brothers watched as you started yapping about whatever to Megumi as he stared blankly at the screen.
The even caught a tiny smile growing on baby gumi’s face.
“They look so cute!” Choso cooed at your now beaming face on the screen.
“If they end up dating you owe me $100.”
“Bet.”
a/n: literally dreamt of this and cried when I woke up wtf
A/N THERE IS VERY IMPORTANT TEXT AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. HEHE I WAS SO HAPPY WRITING THIS
Pt.20 “No Funny Business!"
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Toge has no reason to be this nervous. It's his mom you're meeting after all. And you-well you are just an angel who was dropped from heaven above right into his lap. He likes to think you are his reward for being cursed, he may not be able to talk properly but at least he has you. You made his whole life change in a way he never thought possible. He is constantly reminded of how gracious he is to you for bothering to get close to him in the first place. Most do not. Most people cower away at the sight of a cursed speech user, sure to cover up his markings so it is not automatically noticeable. He likes that you always pull the collars of his sweater down, sometimes pull off his scarf completely so you can get a better look at him. You're the only person to ever study him so closely, it makes him feel seen. You appreciate him in the most innocent way possible.
The bombardment of thoughts are enough to put him at ease, his leg ends it shaking. He only grips your hand tight and takes a deep breath before stepping out to greet his mom. He hugs her and is immediately comforted, a warm feeling in his chest only his momma can ever bring. He missed her, he always does. Toge's a momma's boy through and through.
It makes you happy to see, you've never seen him smile so bright before. And his mom is sure to tug down his collar to get a look at her 'handsome boy'. Then, she averts her attention to you, standing there with your hands clasped together in front of you. "Hi! So nice to meet you!"
She hugs you tightly, wordlessly. Her hair and eyes are the same color as Toge, the same markings on her cheeks. She's a beautiful woman, striking purple eyes which now feel like home to you. "You know you raised such a good boy, Toge's the sweetest"
She pulls apart, a smirk on her face. 'You don't have to lie, sweetheart' She signs.
And you laugh, Toge rolls his eyes. His mother pops the trunk and gestures for him to grab the bags, both of your bags-she is very clear on that. She ushers you to the car, a comforting hand wrapped around your arm and the most kind-hearted smile you can ever imagine. For a moment you feel the same comfort your own mother gave you, you suppose it's in every mom's nature to feel this way. Most of them at least. Taking one last look at you she sighs contently, a hand going to pat your shoulder.
'You're so beautiful' She signs, a warmth fills your chest.
'So are you' You sign back.
Toge's mom always wanted a daughter. She loooves her boys but never ceased to remind them that she wants a girl. So if one of them would please hurry up and get a girlfriend so she can fill that void in her life. (Her words exactly). She excitedly shows you around the house, commenting every so often on how happy she is that you actually know sign language. Sometimes she gets a little too excited and signs her words a bit too fast-you have to ask her to slow down a bit but you understand. Most of the time at least. She promises to help you get better, not before thanking you again for actually working on sign language for her son. When you tell her all about it, how you crave another way to understand him it makes her tear up a bit.
'He's very lucky to have you' She signs.
You bake cookies your first night. From scratch, just like you wanted, the same way you use to for your family. She shows you Toge's baby pictures, you squeal excitedly as the two of you look through the photos, cooing at how cute he is.
'Look how much he use to love me' She signs, pulling up a rather adorable photo of him practically hanging off the side of his mom's head, both of his chubby arms wrapped around her-a big grin on his round little face.
'I still do!' He signs back and she signs something you can't quite understand.
Toge gasps. 'Language!'
It is clear who he gets his sense of humor from. When she bids the two of you goodnight she is sure to make it very clear that all bedroom doors are to stay open should the two of you decide to stay up together. 'No funny business!' She signs before heading up to her room. You promise you'll be on your best behavior and after a quick elbow to the side so does Toge.
You take a shower and get settled in, lucky enough to sleep in Toge's bedroom. He takes his brother's room although he doesn't plan on staying there most of the time. He has it all planned out, his mom's a heavy sleeper-he swears he'll set an alarm for early in the morning and sneak out with no problem. He does it in the dorms all the time!
You scold him, slapping his chest and trying to rack it into his brain that you will not break any of his mom's rules. "I don't want her to hate me!" You argue.
'She'd be mad at me! Not you!'
You grab his hands, stopping him from signing anything else stupid. "Go shower. Now!"
You hang with her one day, and you're already starting to sound like his mom. He groans. Shooing him away, you do your nightly routine. Followed by hooking up your PlayStation to the tv so the two of you can play some zombies later on. His room is cozy, exactly what you expected it to be. Scattered with video game and anime posters, a few figurines placed neatly on some shelves. Some of them look more valuable than others, you wonder how long he'd been collecting them for. You giggle when you see the cutest little photo of baby Toge, in middle school maybe. He had braces, how did you not know this before?
Pulling out your phone you snap a quick picture-for your eyes only. And he catches you in the act, clearing his throat. Water is still dripping from his head, in nothing but his pajama pants and his towel wrapped around his shoulders. He walks past you, the scent of his soap invading your nostrils. Your eyes follow as he reaches over into one of his drawers to grab a shirt. Your head cocks to the side as you watch the way his back muscles contort, hm. He's been working out lately.
Turning around to find you staring he laughs, pulling the t-shirt over his head. 'You like?'
You cross your arms, rolling your eyes although the smirk on your face betrays you completely. So does the burning of your cheeks. "I wasn't even looking!"
Toge takes a few steps closer, uncrossing your arms and pulling you close. His arms wrap around your waist, you can feel a trace of his breath on your lips. Your heartbeat speeds up in response. "I think you did it on purpose" You giggle, he guides your hands to wrap around his neck. "You love the attention don't you?"
Forgetting his shirt, yeah right. It's not the first time he did something like this. You said he had a nice body once and he ran with it ever since. Caught red-handed he decides not to argue any longer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He laughs, you love the sound of his laugh.
In the solace of each other's arms you remain, rocking side to side lightly as sometimes it still feels like it may never be enough. Even with his body pressed right against yours, he still craves you. He wants to be closer, if that was possible.
His next movements are automatic, hands going up to cup your face as you look up at him with wide eyes. That is one thing about Toge, you never know what his next move may be. You just have to wait and find out, it excites you in a way.
He pulls his hands down. 'I like you' He signs, pulling his hands apart as far as he can. 'So much' The space between his hands is supposed to represent how much he likes you, they extend out as much as he can possibly reach them.
You giggle and his hands find their way back to you. One rests comfortably on your back, the other brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. "That much?" You ask incredulously.
He nods, truth is he likes you way more than that. 'Like' may not be a strong enough word to explain it all.
"Well I like you more" You bring a hand to his chest, over his heart. It comforts you that his is beating as fast as yours is, you can practically feel it in your throat.
Toge is usually a nervous wreck, it took weeks for his first interaction with you. And when the two of you did eventually hang out more, it was you that initiated it. You are the one who asked for his phone number, who stalked his twitter, who sat next to him in class because you 'wanted someone to entertain you'. Had it not been for you chasing him back to his dorm that one night, forcing him to sit there and hear you out who knows what may have happened. The two of you might not be standing in his childhood bedroom, one he only dreamed of inviting a pretty girl like you into. As far as flirting goes, he's never been very good at it. He remembers the pit in his stomach every time he would send you a slightly risky text. The way he would screenshot his replies and send them to Panda or Yuuta first just to make sure he wasn't doing too much.
But in this moment he needs no convincing, everything is in his favor. Although he'd never kissed a girl before he feels confident in his abilities-it's you. Everything involving you has come so naturally.
His lips crash into yours, a bit sloppy and inexperienced but still good. You bunch up a bit of his shirt and pull him closer, his fingers brush across the expanse of your smooth back beneath the oversized shirt you have on. It makes you shiver.
The kiss deepens, a hand goes to your jaw, holding you in place because he has decided you are not going anywhere. Never again, he's completely content being stuck to your side for the rest of his life. And when you feel a little 'zap!' you gasp and jump back, a hand goes to your lip where you felt the spark.
Toge looks at you with wide eyes, hands running up and down your sides, touching your forehead and face worriedly. 'You okay?'
You nod, laughing at the unfamiliar feeling. "Just caught me off guard" You insist, closing the gap between your bodies once again.
'Did I hurt you?' The concern in his eyes is not lost on you.
You pout, poor Toge. He looks so scared. But your sweet smile puts him at ease. "I'm okay" You peck his lips softly, reassuringly. "I promise"
"Do it again please"
He does not need to be told again before attacking you in kisses. You kiss until both of your lips are swollen, hair disheveled, soft little laughs between each movement. You stay awake until the Sun comes up, going between playing games to stealing kisses from one another. The first thing Toge does upon entering his brother's room is open up his group chat.
Panda and Yuuta have been waiting for this day to come.
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