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one last kiss goodbye.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn! reader

word count: 285 contents: sfw, fluff, megumi may be lightly ooc, reader is a jujutsu sorcerer, reader wears lipgloss, spoiler free for the entirety of jjk.

If there was one thing that no one expected from Megumi Fushiguro, that would be the fact that he was pathetically obsessed with your kisses.

Despite his stoic, aloof and calculating attitude, his heart would immediately soften at you.

You, with all of your love, managed to capture his heart and never give it back. Not that he would ever want someone else to know what lies beneath.

And so, he slowly but surely began to become utterly and rather pathetically, overwhelmed with the need to feel your lips against his.

Whether it be a gentle peck against the corner of his mouth during the early hours of the day after you snuck into his dorm for an impromptu sleepover.

Or a kiss so full of longing before either one of you were sent out for a mission.

Unfortunately, this would land him in his current predicament.

Relentlessly getting teased by not only Yuji and Nobara, but a certain teacher as well.

The reason? 

A big, fat and very obvious against his pale skin, mark of gloss.

Unfortunately, he had failed to notice the mark left behind by you. For you had been rushing to meet up with Ijichi before you earnt yourself a scolding from principal Yaga.

Yet, Megumi didn’t find himself as annoyed with the situation as he thought he would be.

While attempting to drown out the incessant snickers from Yuji and Nobara’s rather witty comments was a drag. He would willingly endure a hundred more repeats of this exact situation.

The look of complete and utter joy, more importantly, love on your face was worth it.

In every single lifetime.

Maybe he was as down bad as everyone said he was.

notes: i genuinely wrote this in the span of like 15 minutes so id like to apologize for the mediocre writing. anyways im probably gonna post abt satoru soon

dividers by @pepsipoet.

© fromruhi all works belong to me. Do not plagiarize, translate, copy or feed my work into ai. likes and reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed!

pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn! reader

word count: 285 contents: sfw, fluff, megumi may be lightly ooc, reader is a jujutsu sorcerer, reader wears lipgloss, spoiler free for the entirety of jjk.

If there was one thing that no one expected from Megumi Fushiguro, that would be the fact that he was pathetically obsessed with your kisses.

Despite his stoic, aloof and calculating attitude, his heart would immediately soften at you.

You, with all of your love, managed to capture his heart and never give it back. Not that he would ever want someone else to know what lies beneath.

And so, he slowly but surely began to become utterly and rather pathetically, overwhelmed with the need to feel your lips against his.

Whether it be a gentle peck against the corner of his mouth during the early hours of the day after you snuck into his dorm for an impromptu sleepover.

Or a kiss so full of longing before either one of you were sent out for a mission.

Unfortunately, this would land him in his current predicament.

Relentlessly getting teased by not only Yuji and Nobara, but a certain teacher as well.

The reason? 

A big, fat and very obvious against his pale skin, mark of gloss.

Unfortunately, he had failed to notice the mark left behind by you. For you had been rushing to meet up with Ijichi before you earnt yourself a scolding from principal Yaga.

Yet, Megumi didn’t find himself as annoyed with the situation as he thought he would be.

While attempting to drown out the incessant snickers from Yuji and Nobara’s rather witty comments was a drag. He would willingly endure a hundred more repeats of this exact situation.

The look of complete and utter joy, more importantly, love on your face was worth it.

In every single lifetime.

Maybe he was as down bad as everyone said he was.

notes: i genuinely wrote this in the span of like 15 minutes so id like to apologize for the mediocre writing. anyways im probably gonna post abt satoru soon

dividers by @pepsipoet.

megumi fushiguro has been in love with you for the longest time since middle school. everybody has told you that. not because he told them, but because they could tell.

they could tell in the way he looked at you. that soft look in his eyes everytime they met you. that's not a look that he gives to just anyone. that's definitely the look of someone in love.

but you couldn't believe them. you just couldn't. megumi fushiguro was one the most quiet and reserved guys you've ever met there is no way he could like you or stare at you like that. that just couldn't be true!

but it was true.

megumi fushiguro did in fact love you. he loved you like nobody else.

the moment you helped him up on the playground when you were five, when that smile was always plastered on your face, he knew he liked you. it wasn't that your smile was beautiful (though he always bkushed when he saw it) but it was that you were just so effortlessly sweet. you were the kindest girl he's ever met (second to tsumiki but still the kindest).

and when you first became friends he tried desperately to suppress those feelings. not because he was embarrassed of liking you. that was never the case. but because he was scared of admitting he was in love with you and having to one day face it and tell you. and he couldn't just tell you.

he may come off as aloof and fearless but in reality, when it comes to being vulnerable with the people he cares for, he's scared. not only is he afraid of opening his heart for you, he is afraid of opening his heart and being rejected.

he can't lose you.

he just can't lose you.

who would sit with him at lunch? who would talk to him or try to make him smile on days when he wasn't one the mood?

so for ten years he stayed silent. he became megumi, the distant and withdrawn boy you met on a playground when you were six. he became megumi, the guy who doesn't like being in big circles and prefers the company of you because you're the only friend who isn't loud or annoying. for ten years he just denied ever liking you because he couldn't handle the thought of being rejected and having to lose you.

for ten years he suppressed his love for you.

was it easy? no

did it hurt? maybe.

middle school was hard.

it was so, so hard to hide it.

he remembered being in the gym class with you for those three years. it was torture. because as you grew, you grew more beautiful. and maybe it was the hormones or the love in the air, but he thought you were the most beautiful girl in his grade if not the whole school. maybe even the world.

your beauty penetrated the highest of his walls (either that or his walls were built of toothpicks and marshmallows).

but ofcourse it didn't stop there. because his love couldn't simply stop at your beauty. even as you grew more social with people, even as you started hopping from group to group, you still stuck with him like the butter on his morning toast.

you always found your way back to him. it made him feel sort of special. it made him feel like you could rely on him. it made him feel like he could rely on you.

everytime he tagged along with your friends, you'd always turn around, give him that beautiful smile that secretly made his heart race and ask him, "are you alright?". he couldn't answer to that. the answer that he was desperately trying to form in his mind vanished. so, he just nodded and replied with a gruff, "im fine."

he remembers one time, in gym class during your "rebellious" phase, you two hid underneath the bleachers talking crap about your classmates. you talked about a certain classmates terrible haircut and he couldn't help but stifle a laugh. did he mention that your jokes, despite being corny at times, made him smirk most of the time?. he thought that they were stupid but they made this warmth spread through his chest. it made him feel normal. it made him feel like maybe there was a place where he can fit in.

nobody could replicate the way you made him feel. nobody. not even hana, the girl in his history class that was always trying to get in the way. she couldn't comapre to you.

she was always there but not in the way you were. her presence was loud and demanded attention. your's was quiet. your's was more comforting (not to mention he thought the bob she had didn't suit her).

as time went on she grew to like someone else in his class. which ended well. but then came your bold and loud classmate. he didn't like him. not even one bit.

he was so annoying. he thiught everybody was annoying but this was different kind of annoying. he was always around. it gave you no choice but to pay attention to him. it gave you no choice but to cancel all your plans and ditch megumi for him.

maybe he was more handsome than megumi but still.. it was a weird feeling that settled in his chest. some call it jealousy but megumi called it annoyance. he wasn't jealous. he wasn't jealous at all.

megumi fushiguro you liar.

you were jealous and in love with her.

admit it. admit that you're in love with her. tell her. confess to her. do it before it's too late.

his heart was telling him to speak now or remain silent for the rest of his adolescence but his mind was telling him to take it like a man, to stay quiet, to let that dumb guy have a go that way he won't have to face his fear.

fortunately he was whisked away at the sight of another girl. that meant megumi had time. that meant megumi could have her all to himself.

he just had to speak now.

but as the days for your middle school graduation were finally nearing, he realized he may not have much time left. the final week of school were the worst days of his life. he tried to muster up the courage to tell you how he felt. but he couldnt..

he practiced in his mind the words he would tell you every morning and night. but everytime they didn't sound right. they didn't sound good enough for someone as perfect as you. they didn't seem enough.

because no words would be enough to describe the feeling he gets when you're near.

as days neared he began losing hope.

and when the day came, he had only one chance to tell you. to tell you that your friends are right. to tell you that he is madly in love with you and that he doesn't he couldnt just get you out of his system.

he had one chance and wasted it.

you were walking to your parents, you hugged them tight with your signature grin. not knowing that the boy everybody was telling you was madly inlove with you was standing there, watching with a defeated look on his face.

and that was the last he saw of you.

until highschool.

˚ 𓍢ִ໋❀ sukuna swears he doesn’t like your cat, what a liar.

pairing: sukuna x gn! reader

word count: 827 contents:  sfw, fluff, terms of endearment, true form and heian period! sukuna, sukuna may be ooc, potentially inaccurate depictions of the heian period, spoiler free for the entirety of jjk

For once in the chaos that was being the king curses’ only love, life seemed peaceful.

The day had gone by in unexpected serendipity. For you had been consumed by an outing with Uraume to the markets, a picnic with Sukuna in the comforts of your beloved garden and an uninterrupted bath before dusk fell.

That all truly should have been a warning sign.

For never in your lifetime would you expect to walk into the sight in front of you.

Your shower had been truly love.

And yet it seems that Sukuna somehow managed to find company with the kitten you had taken in mere months ago, much to what seemed like his reluctance.

“You have grown quite fond of their presence have you not? Constantly whining whenever you are left unattended for a while. Even Uraume tires of you.”

With a gruff sigh, Sukuna unceremoniously picks the poor thing by the scruff, enticing the ball of fur to let out a string of mewls.

“Quiet now. To step inside my domain means to possess immense strength. My beloved can only help you so much.”

But as the kitten attempted to move closer to Sukuna, seemingly trying to rest against his chest just as it rested against yours, you expected for him to finally notice your presence. To call you over to deal with the cat’s “unnecessary clinging.”

Instead, he moved himself down to the curtained bed you both slept on nightly and pressed the cat even closer to himself.

“I suppose I understand why my beloved finds your presence amicable. You do not make bad company.”

As if angered by his words, the kitten attempted to swat at his chest, only to miss. 

“Brat. You're far too weak to lay a hand… Or paw on me.”

That pushed you over your edge.

From the doorway, the brilliant sound of your laughter echoed through the room.

Both the kitten and Sukuna perked up at the sound, a rare gentleness crossing Sukuna’s face.

“What on earth is amusing you so much?”

You made your way over to the pair, taking a seat beside Sukuna as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“I suppose I didn’t expect much softness from you. You claimed that the kitten takes up far too much of my attention.” You said, reaching out to pet the ball of fur in his arms.

“It does. I could barely convince you to join my side in the gardens when it first arrived.”

“They were malnourished! How was I supposed to leave them alone in our chambers?”

“I left you alone when you first came to my domain.”

“That was because you had assumed that I was afraid of you.”

“I learnt that you are quite the fearless individual.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he began, all four eyes moving towards the way your hand quietly stroked the fur of the cat. “That you are a strong individual in your own right. I suppose this feline takes after you in that sense.”

That was what got your heart.

Because Sukuna’s love was different from the poems you read.

He didn’t believe in intense passion nor dramatic displays.

Rather Sukuna expressed his love through the devotion, respect and gentleness he carried for you.

Never once was your independence challenged by him.

You were free to live as you pleased, to be free of the social pressures of high society.

No one wished to provoke the king of curses with you.

In return, Sukuna supposes that he found a person worthy of being by his side. 

It was unfair how he could so calmly explain his feelings directly to you, without a hint of shyness.

“I see that you’ve lied about two things to me.”

A perplexed expression covered the expanse of Sukuna’s two faces.

“You once said that love was useless.”

“It is.”

“Then what purpose do I serve you?”

A hint of redness crept up his neck, eyes darting away from yours for once.

“You do not serve me a purpose. You simply make my solitude as the strongest a little more bearable. Now what is the second lie I’ve told you?”

“That you don’t like cats, specifically the one in your arms right now.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.”

“It’s too late for this,” gently, Sukuna moved the kitten to the two arms on his left side, wrapping the other two around you as he pulled you down beside him.

“Now goodnight.” You couldn’t help but smile as his lips met your forehead, a feeling you would never tire of.

“Goodnight my love. Oh! The cat should stay with us tonight.”

“No, I am going to put the creature where it belongs. To their bed.”

“Pleeeeeaaaaaaaseee can they stay?”

The cat did in fact stay.

Even if Sukuna claimed that it was an annoyance.

The way you found him cuddling the cat in the morning instead of you said otherwise.

notes: i recently started watching all of us are dead and i’m so mad i didn’t watch earlier.

dividers were made by @cursed-carmine.

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