teenspy!megumi x teenspy!reader
FILE 001 - all characters, names, places, and events within the publication are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is entirely coincidental
Megumi was a normal boy. Sure, he was head of student council and sure, he was kind of a big deal around school. But Megumi Fushiguro truly was a regular boy.
Agent Noir wasn't. Agent Noir was a punctual master of disguise who didn't break under pressure. Agent Noir had high foreign language proficiency. Agent Noir was smooth and detached. Agent Noir was a master of deception.
Megumi was in fact not a regular boy. Because Megumi was agent Noir.
Y/N was a normal girl. Sure, she was on the cheerleading team and maybe she was was kind of a big deal at Tokyo Metropolitan High, but it wasn't it like she bragged about it. She was totally humble and truly a normal girl.
Agent Delta wasn't. Agent Delta could shoot a target with her eyes closed. Agent Delta was smart. Agent Delta was agile. Agent Delta knew how to vanish from plain sight. Agent Delta was a master of deception.
Y/N was not your basic, average girl. Y/N was Agent Delta.
"So, what's the stitch?" Megumi grumbles, lounging in a leather chair, his fingers twirl around a cigarette. Gojo had always hated the smell. But Satoru Gojo wasn't the 17 year old intelligence officer who had to fly all over the world for life or death missions and somehow make it back before chemistry class.
Gojo pouts, "Always so impatient, Megumi~!" Gojo takes out a folder, setting it on the glass table in front of Megumi.
"The objective is to detain politician Hiroshi Nakamura and bring him back for questioning. Your job in particular is to disguise yourself as his daughter Kiyomi Nakamura, slip a sedative inside his drink and bring him in. Easy!"
Megumi grimaces, "There's a catch, isn't there?"
Gojo lets out a nervous laugh, "Nakamura's known for being... how do I word this? Quite fond of Kiyomi."
"He's got a thing for his own daughter, doesn't he?" Megumi bluntly cuts him off.
Gojo sighs, "Yeah. That's pretty much it."
Megumi sits up, picking up his tablet to review Kiyomi's profile. Sixteen, black bob, unbearably sweet, squeaky laugh, a nail biter—Megumi files her quirks in his head for later use—then sets the tablet down.
"When is this?" Megumi rubs his temples.
Gojo clasps his hands, chirping, "Wednesday! Get your beauty sleep, Gumi." Megumi gives him a venomous look.
At school, Megumi went through the typical motions. Class, student council president duties and trying to simmer down Yuji and Nobara's daily arguments ("Hotdogs are sandwiches, dumbass!" Nobara retorted. Yuji clutched his chest, "They're not, you—").
During lunch, Megumi caught a whiff of perfume.
Y/N L/N, stood a few feet from him and was preoccupied with reapplying a layer of lipgloss.
The pair had met in their shared biology class during freshmen year and quickly hit it off. Though seeming like polar opposites, they oddly completed each other.
So much so, that Megumi found himself falling for her.
She turned around, flashing a bright smile. "Oh hey, Fushiguro."
Megumi proceeded to make a fool of himself by rambling on about one of his classes, hoping she'd at least find him interesting.
She giggled, "You're funny, Fushiguro."
Y/N was freaking out. Her training had prepared her for many things, boys not being one of them. Was this why Geto, her handler, had called her socially awkward?
Whatever! She had an upcoming mission anyway. Something about protecting a politician's 7 year old daughter. She'd preform her absolute best and look hot while doing it.
Wasn't that the entire reason she became a spy anyway?
The doors of the Nakamura estate opened grandly. Kiyomi punched in a code stepped inside the mansion.
"Daddy, where are you-u-u?" She singsonged, skipping around.
She peeked her head outside of Nakamura's office. He was sat in front of a ton of paperwork, typing furiously. When he saw her, a creepy look of satisfaction rose onto his face.
"My dear Kiyomi. Tell me, how was school today?"
Kiyomi giggled, skipping over to his lap. "It was great, today we..."
She rattled off on and on about the events that day as the unsettling grin on Nakamura's face grew.
Caught you, you sick little fuck.
This in fact, was not Kiyomi Nakamura.
Fuck, how much longer of this?
The voice changer attached to Megumi's neck did it's job wonderfully, of course, but Megumi sold the act. He had studied Kiyomi's mannerisms from the way she swung her feet while sitting to the particular way she styled her hair.
A master of deception indeed.
"—Oh, and my teacher said I was really smart." Kiyomi—er, Megumi chirped, stepping off of Nakamura's lap.
"Daddy, do you want a drink?" Not-Kiyomi tilted her head.
Nakamura nodded eagerly. Not-Kiyomi hopped over to his personal bar, pouring him a drink, making sure to add a pinch of the sedative powder.
Nakamura received the drink and Not-Kiyomi sat nestled by his side.
"Yes, daddy?" She—shit, he tilted his head playfully.
"This kind of tastes...funky." Nakamura's head lolled to the side and in a matter of seconds, he was knocked out. Not-Kiyomi stood up, stepping over the glass shards on the ground. Megumi's signature scowl etched itself onto Kiyomi's face.
Nakamura awoke to a dark room, standing in front of him was a raven haired boy with a disinterested expression holding a lit cigarette.
Megumi deadpanned, "Hello, daddy." He tapped the voice changer still attached to his neck.
The next words that came out of his mouth came as Kiyomi's high pitched voice, "Miss me?"
Nakamura jolted, "Kiyomi—where's Kiyomi!?"
Megumi simply reacted by flicking cigarette ashes onto the older man's slacks, he deadpanned in his usual baritone "That's the least of your worries right now. I'm much scarier than she is."
He tapped the voice changer on his neck once more, "I'm growing impatient. "
Nakamura actually whimpered at the sound of his daughter's voice threatening him. Megumi exhaled cigarette smoke into his face.
"I want names, Nakamura. You're going to give them to me."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Y/N was currently in London. Masie Hall, daughter of Gerald Hall, fiddled with the miniature bow sewn onto her marigold dress.
"Uh, Miss Y/N?" She gently tapped her shoulder.
"What is it, Miss Hall?" Y/N tilted her head.
"When we get back to the safe house..." Masie twiddled her thumbs, "Could we play video games?"
Y/N blinked slowly, then smiled, "Very well. I'll beat you, though."
Masie gasps in mock offense, "Nuh uh! I'll totally beat you!"
A lighthearted mission indeed.
The man was a spy; excelling in every form of combat and disguise on earth while also managing to be fluent in 7 languages (and counting).
The woman was also a spy; she knew how to read the trickiest of people and could aim a gun with her eyes closed.
The pair, no matter how elite they were as spies, were still dumb teenagers blinded by love. Who in which, have no clue about the other's identity.
But espionage is tricky work, it would be a shame for something to happen to either of them.
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a/n: haha was the wait worth it?
im rlly excited abt this yay! also if you caught the spyxfamily references no u didn't (loid forger ngh)
also tell me why I was giggling when writing megumi's confrontation scene i was listening to r&b while writing that so makes sense ig
dont ask me what K.A.I.S.E.N means bby I have no idea
had to add that disclaimer JUST in case 😬
i also have NO background knowledge regarding espionage so if something looks funky PLEASE ignore it
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