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synopsis: breaking news: top students AND academic rivals, megumi fushiguro and [name] [l/n] are allegedly in an ongoing relationship.. that even he wasnāt aware of..
tags/warnings: fluff/crack, academic rival!megumi, stoner!reader, academic rivals to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining, nobamaki, inukkotsu, drug/substance abuse, suggestive jokes, kys jokes, other general tags/warnings here
pairing: academic rival!megumi fushiguro x stoner!reader
synopsis: breaking news: top students AND academic rivals, megumi fushiguro and [name] [l/n] are allegedly in an ongoing relationship.. that even he wasnāt aware of..
status: coming soon..
tags/warnings: academic rivals to lovers, college!au, everyone is aged up, megumi & [name] hv a love hate relationship (everyone knows they have fat crushes on each other), drug & substance abuse, mild angst sprinkled in, mostly fluff & crack
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having so many school projects pending, from written and creative papers to acting performances with most due on friday, really does test my perseverance....
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doing megumiās hair for the first time was not for the weak.
ever since he asked you outā which was really just a string of mumbles with him clutching a bouquetā you were determined to try to tame that spiky head of his.
however, there was one problem that he failed to mention..
āmegumi,ā you say firm, holding your comb, tryingā and failingā to brush his hair flat against his forehead.
ā..yesā he responds flatly, sitting in your chair and looking over his shoulder to look at you, waiting for your response.
āwhen were you going to tell me that your was hair actually like that?ā
he pauses for a second, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, āwhatās that supposed to mean?ā
you twist his chair back, both of you now facing your mirror. he now clearly sees his hair, which after ten minutes of you brushing fervently, still looks.. exactly the same.
ālike this,ā you try to brush his hair all the way against his forehead, clearly exasperated, and once you remove your hand, his hair just poofs back up, almost like an anime character.
ālike that.ā
ālike it always looks?ā he responds, almost clueless as what you could be referring to.
āwe thought that you styled it like this! and that you use copious amounts of gel..ā you murmur, playing with his hair, trying to figure out this mystery.
he stops for a second, then suddenly whips his head around to look at you straight in the eye,
āfym we?ā
oops.
hi! this is my first post, im so happy to be here!! ^.^
constructive criticism is welcome! im looking for ways to improve:)
do you think yuji ever talked to yuta's granddaughter (the 10 shadows user) after megumi died because he missed him and the divine dogs were the only connection he had left with him or
ā¼ļø minor kamisama kiss spoilers ahead (i think?)
so i finished kamisama kiss season 1 and 2... and i am so devastated because
a) i can't find the OVA episodes; and
b) i went straight to reddit after watching because i was left confused on some of the parts. apparently, there was so much of the manga that wasn't animated.
thank goodness for reddit because i was so confused with the whole yukiji-nanami time loop thing šš
overall, a solid 7.6/10. good watch! i absolutely LOVED the plot but I'm petty due to point b. looking forward to reading the manga next! and hopefully i find those OVA eps
imagine if i suddenly wrote for tomoe though..... š
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"not that this isn't cool," yuji ducks as he steps into the shop, bead curtain brushing against his face. "but why are we here?"
kugisaki is already skittering back and forth across the lobby, eyes dancing over flash sheets and photos. "you really don't know a thing, itadori!"
"sorcerers get unique tattoos across their bodies soā" fushiguro explains choppily, the most hesitant yuji had ever heard him. "so when we die, we're identifiable, even if we're dismembered."
oh. that... made sense. morbidly. yuji steps to the side and lets fushiguro into the small lobby with them. yuji settles into a chair, eyeing the flash sheets. a tattoo. multiple tattoos?
"how many do we need to get?" he tilts back to look at fushiguro.
his partner is frowning into the middle distance, brows furrowed. "depends on your grade. lower grade sorcerers usually get moreāthey're more likely to be dismembered and consumed."
yuji really doesn't like this. he's never wanted tattoos, and since the fingersāwell his associations with tattoos aren't great. "so we shouldn't need to get a lot, right?"
"no," fushiguro shakes his head. "kugisaki will have to get the most. i'm getting four. you'll only need two at most."
two tattoos. yuji turns back to the flash sheets. none of them are to his tastes. a mark to identify him by if heāno, fushiguro said when. when he dies a painful and messy death at the claws of a curse. what would he want to carry on him forever?
kugisaki seems set on some little heart and stars designs tucked into the center of a flash sheet across the lobby. it's partially obscured by the potted plant, he's surprised she even saw it.
a seed of curling resentment sprouts in his chest. since he'd come into the world of sorcerery, he'd had his bodily autonomy stripped again and againāsukuna, the eldersāand now this. permanently marked for easy identification upon death. his inevitable death, because all sorcerers die young and dirty.
"fushiguroā" yuji stands, intent on leaving. he doesn't want this. he doesn't want a cattle number branded on him.
"sit down, itadori." fushiguro's hand snaps out, pressing on his shoulder before he's even up. "please. we need to be able to know it's you, so pleaseā"
that alone twists the concept on it's head for him. his friends will want to know it's him. fushiguro and kugisaki deserve to know it's him ifāwhenāhe dies.
"okay. but can you guys do something for me?" maybe it's a bit much, but he won't have anything else. "write something for me, for my tattoos?"
kugisaki is still across the tiny lobby, staring intently at the flash designs. "you're a sap, itadori. but... sure."
politely, he ignores the wobble in her voice. kugisaki hates crying in front of people. instead, he watches fushiguro's face waver through pleading, shock, confusion, and settle into sorrow.
"if that's what you want," fushiguro acquiesces. "i think... i'd like that too."
"are we making a pact?" kugisaki teases, her voice stronger but still wet. "i'm down. what do you guys want?"
ā
yuji stares at the irritated skin of his tattoo in the mirror. kugisaki's elegant, scrawling hand writing is permanently etched into the skin of his calf, currently hidden by his pant leg. it's fushiguro's hand writing, sharp and efficient, that he looks at now. pressed into the center of his back.
he'd left it up to them, what wishes they wanted to impart on him. kugisaki had written, "one hundred percent win rate," with a smirk a mile wide.
"don't make me a liar," she told him.
fushiguro hadn't let him read his before the artist inked it onto him. yuji'd gotten a strange look when he told the artist he trusted his friend, which yuji had promptly ignored.
now was the first time since they'd left the little shop that he had access to a mirror to read what fushiguro had wished for him.
"a long and happy life."
it was yuji's own 'last words' that he'd given to fushiguro. something about it made his chest ache. he wanted to hunt fushiguro down and pin him to the couch in a bear hug, hold him there forever, lock their hands together until only bone was left.
cw: injuries, bleeding and mentions of scars + megumi crying huhu
your boyfriend, megumi. just got back from a mission, a solo mission. he got injured very badly, it was visible through his injuries.
floor creaked, you heard his footsteps. he's home.
you called out for himāno response.
"baby, are you-"
your tracks stopped, looking down observing his bloody presence. you then met his face, poor baby.
he was silent, dead silent. he disliked getting hurt, especially if it upsets you.
you approached him, steady. you then cupped your hands around his cheeks
"my poor baby.. are you okay? where does it hurt?" you asked, softly. trying to make eye contact with him, he looked fragile.
silence.
he then replied a few seconds later, "everywhere.." he mumbled, finally looking at you.
you cooed, taking his hand carefully, trying not to hurt him in any way possible,
"let me take care of you." you said
you both sat on the couch.
megumi was now all bandaged up, he looked tired. very tired,
"these will turn into scars by the time they heal," he grumbled, his face frowning, though he tried to hide it.
you looked at him vulnerably, you gripped onto his hand. not too hard, but not too soft.
"gumi, look at me." you said.
his attention on you.
"y-yeah..?" he replied.
"i know you, baby. you get all sad when you get scars. you think you'll be ugly. but, that's not the pointābaby. look, scars can be ugly. yes, that's the truth. but you'll always be, i mean always be my beautiful pretty boy." you said, your voice soft.
you can see his tears welling up, he then hugged you tight. his head burying in your neck,
"i love you, always." he said, holding on tighter.
you smiled, hugging him back tightly.
"i love you more, gumi" you replied.
you love your boyfriend so much, his insecurities don't matter to you.
As you were about to sleep to boyfriend roleplay audios, your actual boyfriend, YUJI, visits you unannounced. Uh oh!
TAGS & WARNINGS. clear mention of boyfriend asmr genre, gn!reader x yuji itadori, slight angst, yuji kinda jealous, fluff, semi-proofread might edit later
WORD COUNT. 1.9k
RESOURCE CREDITS. pictures are from pinterest ; lace divider from @/cursed-carmine ; pearl dividers from @/anitalenia
this work is dedicated to my gal @cmiya šāāļø you better not back out from drawing megumi... or else
The smell of damp dirt lingered in your room. You left your window semi-open, letting the breeze of soft rain substitute your air conditioner.
And there you lied beneath your blanket. With one earbud in, your finger slowly slid against the dimly-lit screen as you scanned video titles on your YouTube burner account. A lot of them spanned from 10 minutes to a whole hour.
M4A. best friend gets rejected by his crush [reverse comfort][confession][unrequited love]
Nope, not in the mood for angst. Saved to Watch Later. What else?
PART 1 | Getting Tutored by...Your Academic Rival?! [Enemies to Lovers][Banter][Slowburn]
Hmmm, sounds interesting,. But you'd rather listen to that 5-part-series lasting 2.5 hours for another time. Saved to Watch Later, though. You're getting impatient. You've been scrolling for a minute now in search for a good audio. Is there anything that's ever catered to your taste?ā
Needy boyfriend cuddles you to sleep ASMR [Soft][Kisses][Rambles][Breathing Noises]
Finally! An audio worth casually listening to!
Intrigued by the thumbnail and title, you click on the video. You haven't relaxed yet, but after that experimental 10 seconds, you stayed. It passed all your requirementsāSoothing voice? Check! Preferred accent? Check! Line delivery so far? Ugh, so check!
With those three standards in place, you grant your trust in the speaker for the next 19 minutes and 37 seconds of your dusk. You placed your phone on the nightstand and lied down again, waiting for slumber to overcome you. And it almost did.
Unfortunately, it almost did.
You were halfway achieving nap state until you heard your actual boyfriend intrude your space.
Crap, your phone.
As his voice booms in your previously quiet room, gently reprimanding you for forgetting to lock your door, you quickly make an effort to grab your cellular deviceāwhich turned out futile.
"OfhāYuji, get off me!" You struggle to wriggle your way out beneath his heavy weight, your arm still attempting to snatch your cellular device before he does. And by the looks of how you guys looked liked, the score was 0-1. He teased and pouted, "No way. Your clearly awesome boyfriend pays you a visit, and your first reaction is to reach for your phone? Is my charm not working for you anymore?"
The battle ends with his triumph of hostaging your phone in his hands.
"Okay, let's see whyāā¦"
It was that moment that you knew you fucked up.
His mouth is left agape reading the few words on your screen. His cheeky grin and those giggles he let out while restraining you earlier vanished, with nothing ensuing but silence. It felt like years before he finally spoke again.
"Babeā¦" he starts, sighing. "You knowāyou know I love you, but what the hell?!"
You pursed your lips at that. At last, what seemed like shame began to crawl in your skin. Why did you even listen to those audios when you had this man in front of you wrapped around your finger?
"Why?" he whispered. His gaze bored into your face. Seeing you avoiding eye contact, he scooted off your body and sat by your bed instead.
For once, you prayed. Whether it be heaven or hell you'd end up in, you prayed that the Gods would just take you right there on the spot. "Iā¦ I, uhm, wellā¦ you seeā¦" The tip of your ears flushed. You gave up on making an excuse anyway.
You stiffened even more when that voice in your ear was playing out of your phone's speaker instead. Yuji had turned off your bluetooth, and what followed was pretty much a humiliation ritual.
"I missed you sooooo, sososo much" smooch "Where are you going? No, come back hereāc'mere! You've yet to give me my 100 kissesā"
The audio is cut abruptly when he taps the pause button. The only sound you can both hear at the moment was the soft pitter-patter of rain getting louder and stronger. A thunder.
Yuji doesn't say a word. You only see him stare into your screen, debating whether he'll continue to subject himself to the remaining 17 minutes of the video.
"A hundred kisses, huh?"
He spoke so quietly. It sounded the same volume you were familiar with when the two of you were just existing in each other's arms. When he'd whisper to you so sweetly. When both of you would just try to stiffle your laughs. But now? It was the sound of a man who was confused and uncertain.
He still wouldn't look at you. The way he sat there near the side edge of your bed felt painful. Shoulders slump. Spine arched inward.
"Is thatā¦ what you want?" he eventually asked, his fingers fiddling with the edge of your phone case. He didn't hand back your phone yet, no. "This whole 'needy' thing? I meanāI know I'm loud and I can be a handful sometimes. Well, 'sometimes' is an understatement, probably most of the time. Butā¦" he paused.
"But I didn't think you'd go and search for that kind of stuff from someone who's like, what? Flirting with actually no one but a microphone?"
You propped yourself up to sit, too. Your heart clenched when you heard the insecurity in his voice as if he wasn't enough. He must be feeling so hurt right now.
"Yujiā¦"
A dry laugh left his lips. Even now, he was coping with this situation. "You know, I was running all the way here because I couldn't wait to see you, and you wereā¦ you were already listening to 'me' before I've gotten through the door."
He set the phone down on your nightstand, the click making you flinch just a little. Yuji didn't make a move to leave; he didn't make a move to get closer either. He could only stare at his socks, his hands resting unnaturally in his lap.
"I can do that too, you know?" his voice cracked before he lets out a heavy breath.
"I can stay. I can ramble. I can give you a hundred kisses. Thousands, even. Anything you'd want me to, I can do it. You don't have to ask a screen for something that's already my duty to take."
Now you knew how bad the weight of your actions actually were. Both of you were in the same room, except there was a gap seperating you two. That might've been when you realized you've bruised the one precious thing in your life. Because of the gap you've wedged.
"Yuji, look at me please," you coaxed. He didn't. At least not at first. His jaw was still tightened, as well as how his shoulders continued to hunch like he was making himself smaller in your world. The bed creaked when you slid across the mattressāclosing that awful gapāand sat next to him. You didn't allow yourself to touch him yet. How could you do so after what you had caused?
"It's not... itās not a replacement. I promise."
"Then why?" he asked, finally turning his head just enough for you to see the red rimming his eyes. This boy who could punch through concrete, now looked like he was made of glass. "If Iām right here, why do you need that?"
The answer was really embarrassing. But regardless whether you'd procrastinate your admission, in the end, you'll bite the bullet.
You place your hand over his. "I use it to sleep because I'm lonely when you aren't here," you confessed, your face heating up. "It's bullshit, I know. But your voice isn't something I can just... turn on when I'm missing you at whatever time of the day. It's just a placeholder, Yuji. A bad one. Nothing compared to the real thing."
He then felt you hug him with hesitance, hearing you whisper your apology.
"I'm so sorry."
For a second, Yuji kept still in your embrace. The apology hung in the air, competing with the sound of the rain. Terrified, you wondered if youād broken something that couldn't be fixed with just a few words.
Then, you felt a shuddering exhale leave him.
His hands, previously limp and cold in his lap, suddenly moved. You felt yourself almost getting crushed when he desperately returned the hug. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose cold against your skin, and you could feel the dampness of his hair from the rain drying when he ran just to get to you.
"Don't do that," he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice muffled. "Don't apologize for missing me. But don't use a placeholder either."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, the hurt in his eyes finally beginning to melt into that familiar, fierce protectiveness. His thumb came up to brush against your cheek, his touch heavy and warm.
"If you're lonely, just tell me. Hell, I would've recorded myself reading a whole cookbook or something if it meant it could get you to sleep."
An airy laugh went off your nostrils that morphed into a yelp when he tackled you, pushing you back against the pillows.
"Heyā!" You tried to protest, but the sound was completely swallowed by the mattress as Yujiās heavy frame settled over yours. He didn't crush you this time; instead, he braced his forearms on either side of your head, effectively trapping you in a cage of his own warmth.
The heavy, suffocating silence that had filled the room only minutes ago was entirely gone, replaced by the familiar, slightly chaotic energy that always followed him.
"Iām serious!" Yuji insisted, his face only inches from yours. The lingering redness around his eyes was still there, but the wounded, slumped posture was gone. "A cookbook, a dictionary, the manual for a washing machineāwhatever! If you need a voice to fall asleep to, itās gonna be mine. I'm not letting some random Internet guy with a fancy microphone take credit for making my girlfriend feel safe."
"Baby, it was just an audioā"
"Nope, don't care, itās a matter of principle now," he interrupted, a familiar, boyish grin finally tugging at the corners of his lips. He shifted his weight, pulling the discarded blanket up and over both of your shoulders, sealing out the damp, chilly air from the half-open window. The scent of rain and wet earth was still there, but now it was mixed with the comforting, clean scent of his laundry detergent.
He propped his chin directly on your chest, looking up at you like a massive, oversized guard dog on its favorite spot.
"Besides," he mumbled, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating register he only used when he was genuinely relaxed, "I meant what I said earlier. About the thousand kisses."
Before you could even process the warning, his lips pressed against the center of your forehead. It was a firm, lingering pop that made your eyes close automatically.
"One," he counted aloud, his breath warm against your skin.
He slid down, his lips brushing the tip of your nose. "Two."
Then your left cheek. "Three."
"Yuji, stop, it ticklesā" You laughed, trying to turn your head away, but he gently cupped your face, tilting you right back to center.
"Nuh uh. No way." His eyes sparkled with that bright gleam you loved so much. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw. "Four. Weāve got a really long way to go, and since Iām already here... I think I should start working on those overdue boyfriend duties right now."
these works are wholeheartedly done by @carsonoisy. kindly do not plagiarize, do not translate, and do not submit my outputs to aiāotherwise i'll be sad :(
A/N. wanted to challenge myself by writing for character i thought i wouldn't write for. i'm surprised at how easy this was to write when i usually indulge more on megumi content... anyway let me know if you guys would like a megumi ver! feedback would be appreciated too :P
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just me talking: right soā¦. if you cant already tell, im not really creativeš¢ so i just pulled this out of my butt. im sorry if itās not what people expectedšš also i was just gonna ghost the āfirst partā i did, cuz i didnt rlly see anything with it (twas for funzies) but i kept thinking abt it. taddaaaa! hereās a continuation!! i realized how boring i was from all of thisā¦ and HUZZAH I DONT HAVE TRAINING TOMORROW!! get ready tumblr
steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)
