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summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy tension, obortion talk,
authors note.... i realize im STILL neglecting my tumblr updates. so here... megumi has more of a heart now!! enjoy!
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Bad news. Oh, bad news. A good friend of yours. But⊠it was typically paired with good news. This was definitely atypical, not paired with something good, only growing exponentially with more bad news.
Cursed energy was tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Easily intertwined into the ebb and flow of the shape of the soul. Your technique was a part of your soul. More than other sorcerers. You didnât figure it out late into your sorcerer career, but your technique was inherited from the earliest generations of life itself. Fighting off bad energies and spirits with music and song was tradition to your ancestors, so powerful that when negative energies manifested into curses, they were able to destroy them with what they knew: song and dance. You had to learn how to pick up those pieces of your history on your own. Learn how to feel your cursed energy in your soul and imbue it into every weaponâmusical instrumentâyou touched. Of course, it only made sense that your soul would be this intertwined with it.
And therein lies the problem.
âWe canât abort this babyâŠâ Shoko spoke slowly as she said it. You did a double take, lifting your head off the medical chair to look at her. You had never seen her make such a distraught face.
âWh-what are you talking about?â You asked shakily, using your crumpled tissue to wipe another tear that had slipped past your eye since you laid back onto the chair. âI thought you could still have an abortion afterâŠâ
Shoko was shaking her head before you could even finish speaking. âItâs not that⊠Youâre⊠god Iâve never actually seen this before⊠your cursed energy is too strongly tied to the fetus. Itâs like its sharing yours and if we aborted it at this state-â
âAre you telling me I have to keep it?â You shook as you asked her. âShoko, please no. I- You know I canât. Not right now- Itâll- Please.â
âIf we go through with this, you will die,â She said slowly, taking your hand and squeezing it tight.
To say you were upset would be an understatement. All the convincing you had drowned yourself in, all the tears and inner turmoil you went through, the stomach churning conversation between you and Megumi; All of it went down the drain. There was too much you needed to process now and too much of a burden to take on.
Shoko fought for you with Gakuganji, forcing him to give you time and space as she kept your secret. It was odd to see her care about you so suddenly. The past two years you had known her, she always watched quietly from the sidelines, stepping in when necessary. She was always indifferent, complaining about technicalities and excepting the worst from the world. But she was more than willing to argue for you until her last breath.
And all the while you holed yourself up in your dorm, grappling with the reality of the situation. You were in fact going to have this baby. Grow it and carry it to term. You would need to keep it and raise itâthere was something immoral about putting it up for adoption. Leaving a baby out in the world knowing they would more than likely inherit a cursed technique and move along with your life like you didnât sentence them to a life of confusion. And the cherry on top was that it was Megumi Fushiguroâs child.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you remembered that sliver of a fact. Megumi had helped you cook up the mass growing inside of you. And the face he made when you told him you were pregnant keep replaying, searing into your memories, unknowingly melting and forming into a disgusted scowl. He was under the impression it was gone nowâŠÂ
Then there was Nobara and Yuji. They didnât know anything except for what you told Nobara. You werenât sure if she had told him already and you didnât care anymore. You would be telling them soon enough. But it was their concern that was really killing you.
The first day you missed classes, Nobrara was first to come visit you. She barged into your room, checking to make sure you hadnât been too injured during the mission. She explained what Megumi told her, that a curse targeted you, practically assaulted you, said it was going to eat your womb. She understood your discomfort, empathized, made you feel more than seen. But you couldnât tell her. The words were caught up in your throat. She still visited you. She could tell you were holding onto something, but she wouldnât pry.
By the end of the week, the higher ups knew about it. It was inevitable, they needed to know. But Shoko made sure to be the one to break the news to you.
âThey want to have a meeting with you about it,â She explained as she watched you shakily make tea for the two of you. âIt shouldnât be anything serious, but Iâll still be there. Iâm not like Gojo, but if they try to do anythingâŠâ
You stared at the swirling hot water in the matching mugs. âWhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âFrom what I understand, itâs just meant to be for them to understand your condition and how youâre planning on moving forward. You get to control the conversation.â
You had grown accustomed to Shokoâs soothing voice. It was truly a symbol of calm for you. Occasionally, you found yourself zoning out, just listening to way her syllables slipped off her tongue. Despite the amount cigarettes she smoked up until then, nothing had changed in her cadence. It was easy to forget where you were when you realized how she reminded you of your mother-
âBut there is one other thing,â She hummed carefully, watching your reaction and the tension in your shoulders. âThey also want to meet with the⊠father.â
âThank you for agreeing to meet with us.â Principal Gakuganji said from across the small coffee table in front of you. Next to him was another man you knew to be the principal of the Kyoto sister school, Nakamura. He stepped in when Gakuganji took over the Tokyo school. âIâm so sorry that Mrs. Matsuda couldnât meet us. Sheâs busy investigating-â
âThatâs alright,â You interrupted quietly, sucking in a slow breath. The setting was far more intimate than you were originally expecting it to be. From what you knew, before the Gojo massacred the last congregation of higher-ups, one would need to present themself to the faceless elders of jujutsu society. It was like being put on trial and ridiculed by the systems they forced upon everyone. You almost wished that were the case now instead of the unsettling kindness radiating from the old men in front of you.
Gakuganji shared a quick look his counterpart as you shifted a bit uncomfortably. On the opposite end of the couch was Megumi, sitting in a way that felt too casual for you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the two men as well. Your explanations were brief and short, not telling him everything but also maybe telling him less than he needed to know.
âMiss. Ieri explained the situation briefly to us. From what we understand, you and Mr. Fushiguro here had relations that resulted in a pregnancy, correct?â Nakamura asked clinically, forcing you to hide a grimace.
âYes. Thatâs correct,â You cleared your throat uncomfortably, glancing over to where Shoko was sitting out of the way.
âAnd your cursed energy isnât allowing for you to follow through with an abortion?â Gakuganji was more frank about it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Megumi turned to look at you. All you needed to do was glance at him to see how wide his eyes had grown and how tense his entire body suddenly got.
âThatâs correct, sir,â Shoko answered for you. You let out a slow breath, clearing your throat as you felt yourself grow just the slightest bit nauseous. âItâs not common, but if someones cursed energy is feeding into their fetus, it becomes impossible to remove it without killing them. It would be like removing the cursed energy straight from them.â
He hummed slowly, âI see⊠So what is your plan for this child now?â
Your lips parted but not a single sound could be produced. Your mouth opened and closed with every sentence that you came up with and failed to be accepted by your lips. You tried to play it off even as you grew more anxious, your heart was beating in your throat now. Your entire body flashed hot. âIâm not- I- I donât think- Iâm sorry, I need a moment.â
You stood up quickly and barged out of the room, sucking in deep breaths as you ran to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, you hadnât been prone to morning sickness, but you slowly came to the realization that if you worked yourself up enough, you would make yourself sick. So, you rinsed your mouth clean as you caught your breath and dabbed a wet paper towel onto the back of your neck.
You took the time to really flesh out a plan. Not a strict one, no you werenât that type of person, but a convincing one. One that would make them think that you had something figured out. One that you could even convince yourself into thinking that you werenât completely panicking and shitting an entire brick house.
Obviously, you were going to keep the baby. Take care of it and raise it. You would take time off from missions for your third trimester and six months after your birthâthe thought of childbirth alone almost made you sick again. But then, and only then, would you decide if you were going to continue your life as a sorcerer. And then there was Megumi.
It hit you right as you were about to walk out that you hadn't quite considered him. Your pacing resumed and you came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be a part of all of it⊠you supposed he could talk to you about it. He should be grown enough to understand he could talk to you about it directly.
When you finally walked out of the bathroom, you realized how much of this you had expected to do alone, completely forgetting about the people that had been at your side the entire time. And that was mainly because the spikey-haired kid had been waiting for you outside the bathroom door with Shoko.
âWere you also not going to tell me that you were keeping it?â His tone of voice made you roll your eyes. Leave it to him to pull you out of your bad mood and into a shitty one. You clenched your jaw tight, shutting your eyes in annoyance. âYou know, you canât just keep leaving me out of the loop.â
âIâm sorry youâre not the first thing on my mind during all of this,â You shot back, tracing over his face, looking for where he was finding his audacity. âI was planning on telling you.â
He scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of you, âOh really? When? After it was born?â
You heard Shoko mutter something before quickly walking away and leaving you two alone in the hallway. âAfter I came to terms with it myself! Or did you forget that I am the one growing the thing? A week ago, I thought I was aborting it. Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And two months ago, I was hung-over and realizing I slept with the one motherfucker I thought Iâd never have to speak to again after we graduated! This has been far more earth-shattering for me than it has been for you!â
âDo you really think this isnât âearth-shatteringâ for me?â He gritted out, taking another step towards you. He narrowed his eyes at you, âYou are growing my child right now. I understand this is a lot, but for fucksake, this involves me just as much as it involves you.â
It was a known fact that you and your classmates had grown up too fast. The four of you became soldiers in a war none of you directly signed up for. Yuji wanted to help people, Nobara wanted to fight the society she grew up in, You wanted to feel closer to your family, and Megumi just wanted to protect his sister. None of you wanted to watch your close friends, mentors, family die in front of you. But that was reality.Â
Nobara lost an eye to Jujutsu. She didn't directly topple the society and was stuck with a mockingly traditional technique. Yuji hurt more people than he ever thought he would. No one knew it, but he would likely continue to hurt others. He was too kind for that destiny. Tsumiki died. Far too young and before any of you could see how exceptional she was. Megumi had to find someone else to protect.
And with all of this going on, you never had time to see them as children. Except for this very moment. Around the scars on Megumiâs face, you could see how soft his skin still was. There were faint acne scars on his cheeks you'd somehow never noticed before. You could see the youth under the weathering of his life. This was the face your baby might have.
âIâm sorry⊠I-â You didn't want to admit you were embarrassed. You had to swallow your pride. You couldn't do this alone. You didn't need a father growing up, but you also weren't as strong as your mother was. âDo you want to⊠be involved?â
He let out a soft breath at that, his nose scrunching up painfully for half a second. âYeah, I do.â And for a second, your heart clenched in your chest. Then again when he said, âI donât want to be absent for y- my child.â
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a/n... did yall enjoy it? please like and comment! i wanna talk to yall đ€đ€
all works done by me @kumezyzo and no one else. rest assured that i will never write using the assistance of ai <3
ive realized i miss playing an insturment. i miss the stress of learning a challenging piece. i miss the muscle memory of placing my fingers on the string and adjusting the bow speed to make the note ring. i miss the giddy feeling i would get deep in my chest when i performed. i miss the look of awe my younger family members would give me when I played something. i was the reason they chose to learn the cello...
Just wanted to tell you how much serotonin and dopamine your megumi fanfic gave me( ao3 wont let me comment lol), even the highest dose of antidepressants cant do that AAAAAA i love it!!!!! Cant wait till the next chapter comes out â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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you live a quiet life on the outskirts of a town where everyone knows everyone just past city limits where the modern kingdom sat. you've known everyone in the town you're entire life and you honestly do enjoy it that way.
your parents had you pretty old, so you had the unfortunate fate of taking care of them and inevitably putting them in hospice. and in turn, you didnt have the time nor energy to care about the red string tied to your pinky.
although, there was no reason to when your soulmate didnt seem to want to find you either.
and after your parents have passed and you've inherited their small farm and your childhood home, a handsome young man your age moved in to town. along with the rumor that came along with his arrival. he didn't have a soulmate. they died before they could even meet. one day, the red sting around his calloused finger just... disappeared.
you actually hadn't seen him yet. not for the first two weeks after he had gotten settled in. but dear god, you could swear that you had already heard his entire life story before you could meet him. but the fact that did seem to get brought up a lot was this: he was very very attractive.
all the old grannies that took care of you throughout the years made sure to tell you that between the stories about how he used to take care of his older grandparents and tend to their rice fields. they told about how smooth and suntanned his skin was as they told you about how he moved to your town after his cousins inherited the fields he spent his teen years tending to.
and after a few more weeks, truly believing this god of a man was just an urban legend, you finally did meet him. he was talking to the older auntie that lived next to you--half a mile down the road really--and making their rounds to everyones food stands at the market your town sets up every month.
he really is beautiful. and he holds eye contact in such a respectful way. and his arms are very toned. and he's complimenting your strawberries and you're trying to control your racing heart. and the auntie is smirking between you two.
and suddenly the weight of the string pulling on your pinky in the direction of the palace a hundred miles away is nonexistent.
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
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Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⊠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⊠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⊠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŠsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
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you live a quiet life on the outskirts of a town where everyone knows everyone just past city limits where the modern kingdom sat. you've known everyone in the town you're entire life and you honestly do enjoy it that way.
your parents had you pretty old, so you had the unfortunate fate of taking care of them and inevitably putting them in hospice. and in turn, you didnt have the time nor energy to care about the red string tied to your pinky.
although, there was no reason to when your soulmate didnt seem to want to find you either.
and after your parents have passed and you've inherited their small farm and your childhood home, a handsome young man your age moved in to town. along with the rumor that came along with his arrival. he didn't have a soulmate. they died before they could even meet. one day, the red sting around his calloused finger just... disappeared.
you actually hadn't seen him yet. not for the first two weeks after he had gotten settled in. but dear god, you could swear that you had already heard his entire life story before you could meet him. but the fact that did seem to get brought up a lot was this: he was very very attractive.
all the old grannies that took care of you throughout the years made sure to tell you that between the stories about how he used to take care of his older grandparents and tend to their rice fields. they told about how smooth and suntanned his skin was as they told you about how he moved to your town after his cousins inherited the fields he spent his teen years tending to.
and after a few more weeks, truly believing this god of a man was just an urban legend, you finally did meet him. he was talking to the older auntie that lived next to you--half a mile down the road really--and making their rounds to everyones food stands at the market your town sets up every month.
he really is beautiful. and he holds eye contact in such a respectful way. and his arms are very toned. and he's complimenting your strawberries and you're trying to control your racing heart. and the auntie is smirking between you two.
and suddenly the weight of the string pulling on your pinky in the direction of the palace a hundred miles away is nonexistent.
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summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
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Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⊠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⊠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⊠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŠsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
a/n... what do we think đđ everything mentioned is explored a bit more as the chapters continue. lemme me know what you thinkkkkk. leave a comment! reblog! and leave a like! also dont be afraid to send me messages in my inbox!!!
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
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Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⊠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⊠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⊠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŠsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
a/n... what do we think đđ everything mentioned is explored a bit more as the chapters continue. lemme me know what you thinkkkkk. leave a comment! reblog! and leave a like! also dont be afraid to send me messages in my inbox!!!
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
author note.... this isnt a long chapter, but its heavy. Im sorry for updating in a while, ive been busy. but chapters 1-5 are on AO3! yall should follow the link on the m.list to go read it đ also, we see readers technique! i hope you guys think its cool.... but anyway, i hope you enjoy!
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The decision should have been cut and dry. Easier than any decision you'd ever made. Get rid of it. Never think about it again. Live out your life as an independent sorcerer, focusing on your career. But this could be⊠this could be an out. A ploy to leave Jujutsu without any judgement. Even under the knew beliefs, you were too powerful for them to let go of without this as an excuse.
But god you hated children. And you just couldn't keep it. And then let alone the fear that they could turn it into a weapon if even a lick of either Ten Shadows or Divine Voice manifested in them. God forbid a mixture of both. It was the fact that you'd have to wake up every day and see traces of his face that made your stomach churn. But maybe that was just morning sicknessâwhich seemed to only start after you found out about your condition.
It was almost as if your constant nervousness triggered the incredibly inconvenient morning sickness. Although, it wasn't really morning sickness. It was whenever. At all times of the day. Whenever your body decides it to be the least convenient for you. Like right after getting lunch with Nobara or before training or during missions. The latter seemed to be the most popular.
Right when you need your complete and total focus, trying your best to ignore the flipping in your stomach, concentrate on the trail of cursed energy, and ignore how Megumiâs demon dogs stared and sniffed at you. Because, of course. Why wouldn't they send you on the mission with him? It didn't help that, as luck would have it, this was the second day that some fucked up divine intervention had stopped you from going to your appointment with Shoko. To carry out the plan you two came up with to abort the baby before anyone else found out.
You see, the first time, you almost took it as a sign. You were up early, hands shaking and drinking too much tea to be healthy, thinking about how in just two hours you would beâonce againâwithout child. You had to wrestle with the dark secret that if you ever chose to have a child, it wouldn't be your first one. You didn't want to come to terms with way that made your stomach twist up in knots.
And then you were called to an urgent mission. They claimed it would be quick, take no more than 8 hours and you'd be back in no time. Except that Shoko was also called away for important matters and suddenly your schedules just wouldnât align. Then a weeks later, you promised that no matter what, you would go through with it. You were ready. More than prepared physically and mentally.
Until another mission. And a very cryptic one if you were being honest. But then again, the higher ups never sent you on straightforward missions even with the ânew order.â After a while, you knew what to start expecting. Certain phrases that gave you ideas. Even just the provinces assigned to you told you how to prepare. But sending you out into a village in the middle of the mountains? With Megumi Fushiguro? It was a fact that curses in rural areas had no strength, no threat. So why send two of the highest grade sorcerers at Jujutsu High to exorcise them?
It wasnât rare to have them send you and Megumi together. It wasnât because your techniques worked together. In fact they had nothing to do with each other. But in a way, they did. Poetically. Music and shadows dancing together? The user manipulates the product of human existence and the earth to defeat the byproducts of human emotions. Then again, what did Gakuganji know about poetry?
Times like these is when you wish you had the mind of Satoru Gojo. The part of his mind with the understanding of the âold geezersâ minds that controlledâwell, more like monitored nowâ the entire world of Jujutsu. He always seemed to know exactly what they were thinking and why they would send anyone on missions that never seemed to make sense. Like missions where you and Megumi Fushiguro were walking through the forest, trailing traces of cursed energy deeper into the thicket of the forest outside the village.
You kind of wished it was all in your head, the tension. You hoped that maybe the stiffness in his shoulders was just because he didnât like being around you, not because he was recalling your heavy breathing from that night like you were. Not because he somehow knew that his offspring was growing in your womb and it was eating him up inside like it was to you. Butâgoddamnit, if those stupid dogs would just leave you alone. For what felt like they millionth time, they circled around Megumi and turned to you, panting as they sniffed at your thighs.
Megumi let out an annoyed grunt, snapping his fingers for the twentieth time since you had left the car, directing the dogs back on the path. But that didnât stop them from turning around to look at you. You could feel his frustration even before he released his technique and the dogs disappeared.
âAre you okay?â You asked, giving him a confused look. He gave you a long and hard look. One that made you bristle and your arms come around to hug around your middle. You hadnât felt this self-conscious around him since you were first years. Back when his natural glare felt personal. Then the glare became solely targeted towards you. Now it just pissed you off. âWhat?â
He shook his head, âNothinâ. They just⊠nevermind.â He was grumbling and an angry pout was pulling at his lips. His hand twitched and clenched into a fist before he continued to follow the traces of cursed energy. You rolled your eyes at him, trying your hardest to just follow behind him.
âThat's why you have a stick up your ass?â You couldnât help it. It was second nature to clap back at his attitude. Even if you wanted to avoid any and all conversations with him, his tendencies to pout and get pissy towards you made your resolve fly out of the window. You watched how the tendon in his hand shifted again when he clenched his fist.
He rolled his neck, keeping his pace even, âWhat are you talking about?â Yep, he was annoyed. It wasnât even just the way he was walking with his quicker pace like he was trying to get away from you. It was the way his voice gritted and he huffed out a breath through his nose. It made your body remember how he held you down and grunted into yourâ âI just don't want to talk to you.â
You bit your inner cheek as the conflictionâand arousal deep in your bodyâfestered. Somehow, you wanted to agree, argue, and cry all at the same time. No shit, you didn't want to speak to him. You never have. He didn't have to be rude about it. But god, what if you did want to keep it. What if, in some twisted universe where you romanticized life just the littlest bit, you would want to keep it? What if you wanted him to be present in that life? A life neither of you would have ever thought about until now.
You felt a raindrop land on your cheek and you let out a tsk as you wiped it away. You looked up and that's when you realized that it wasn't raining like you had originally thought. A tear had just dripped out of your eye in a disgustingly poetic way. âWhat theâŠâ
You quickly wiped it, looking away when Megumi glanced over his shoulder at you. You felt his eyes linger on you and it made you want to crawl into the depths of the holes that were never filled in of Shinjuku. Your stomach started to churn and, of course, that's when Megumi spoke up again.
âAre you oka-â
A stream of water spilled onto your face then. You almost thought that your tear ducts had decided to spill entirely out of your face with the dam of emotions you were fighting to holding back. It was Megumi looking up towards the tree tops that told you otherwise. You followed his eye line, activating your cursed energy with him before you even saw the curse sprawled along the branches, grinning down at you with drool leaving its long flickering tongue. It had wings that stretched out with a thin membrane between its bones. It almost looked like a woman but its face was severely deformed and its lower body looked to have been torn off. Itâs skin was just as translucent as its wings, allowing you to see its red veins through the thin, milk coloured layers.
Both of you quickly backstepped before it jumped down and started directing its slashing tongue towards you. You grunted as you quickly pulled out the suzu you had been carrying in a cloth bag, shaking it once in front of you and again to your side. The curse froze for half a second, allowing you to take a large step back.
Megumi was quick to summon his dogs again before the curse was able to move again, almost preventing it from sending another attack towards you. You continued shaking the Suzu with a steady pulse, imbuing the sounds with cursed energy, causing the curse to cry out a squealing sound. Itâs dripping tongue still seemed to have a mind of its own, lashing out towards you.
âTasty fertile womb!â
âWhat in the hell?â Megumi grunted as he charged at it, landing a hard blow to its head as the demon dogs clawed at its wings. It threw the dogs off with a violent and large flap of the wings. Itâs words made your stomach churn but you still made an effort to run at it, throwing a butterfly kick, stopping the rhythm of your bells for just a moment. âWait! Itâs targeting y-â
Your kick couldnât even follow through. The second you had stopped intentionally shaking the bells, the curse had lashed its tongue around your ankle, carrying you up into the air it. You gasped, screaming as the disgustingly slimy muscle tightened and grew longer, the tip of it sliding up your leg. You let out a scream, panic filling your chest when you tried to slash at it with the musical weapon.
âI can smell that tasty fetus!â
Itâs hand clawed at your forearm when you reached up to hit it. You let out a grunt, pressing your thighs together as hard as you could and slamming the thick sole of your show to slam into itâs tongue. You didnât care about the searing pain you were causing yourself, the fear of whatever it was about to do to you was worse.
Above the curse, you saw a flash of brown before you were suddenly falling. You let out a scream, bracing yourself for impact when you felt something like a rope wrap around your middle. It pulled you down with a controlled precision and when your surroundings turned a light pink, you realized Megumiâs Toad shikigami had pulled you into its mouth.
You poked the inside of itâs lips, allowing for his mouth to open up. You caught your breath, a half sob leaving you as you remembered the slimy feeling trying to trace up your thigh. You watched with a slightly blurred vision as Nue and Megumi attacked the curse, exorcising it mid-air.
He landed a few yards away from you, using his dogs to search for something. You closed your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself before you climbed out of Toad. You braced yourself on the large creatures head, brushing yourself off and panting as your mission partner approached you.
He seemed to less out of breath than you as he gave you a once-over. You ignored the way he looked at you, taking your time to see how your shin was starting to bruise where you had kicked at the curse around your ankle. You felt disgusted at the light sheen on your leg, harshly wiping it off. He watched you quietly, a thick pensive look settling on his brow.
You heard as one of his demon dogs trotted over with your suzu shaking in its mouth. Megumi grabbed it from the dog, subconsciously petting its head. You looked up at him, reaching for your cursed tool. He pulled it away, the look in his eyes different and directed at you.
âCan I get my-â
âWhat did it mean by fetus?â
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it's heartbreaking that suguru geto doesn't accept your love. you didn't come from a family of sorcerers, so in his eyes, you got lucky with a powerful technique. you got lucky that you didn't get swallowed up by the unfamiliar world of jujutsu.
it's embarrassing, really. you pining over someone who doesn't really respect you. he remembers when he found out that you didn't come from a family of sorcerers. he thought it was pathetic that you hid it from them.
but you couldn't care because his smile was so pretty, and his voice was so kind even when his words were laced with pure hatred. you ignored his judgemental glances and the way he shrugged you off. if it were up to him, he would have never chosen to bring you into his inner circle. but you were one of the strongest. and satoru loved having you around.
perhaps satoru just simply loved you. although his love was never simple, was it? he looked at you like you were the only beauty in the world, like you were far more perfect than perfection itself. that alone was almost nauseating. he didn't care that you didn't come from an important clan because you were so strong and you held your own.
even when fushiguro toji brought you to the brink of death, satoru thought you were strong. suguru, on the other hand, had not. even if he didn't say it to your face, he found other ways to let you know he blamed you for riko's death. you were supposed to be as strong as him and satoru, and somehow, you ended up on deaths door, and fushiguro toji barely hurt. god, did he hate you.
he hated how you smiled when they came to visit you in your hospital bed with bandages wrapped around your body. he hated the way tears filled your eyes when you saw apologized for not doing your job. he loathed the way satoru and shoko hugged you, telling you they were just glad you were alive. could they not see that you didn't need their pity?
what he hated even more was how you were the only one who seemed to care when he started losing weight and the bags under his eyes grew deeper, darker. he hated your soft and kind voice, asking, "Are you okay, Suguru?"
"....huh?" he turned to you with eyes void of any sort of emotion. but that was soon replaced with disdain. he looked away, going back to stare at the short grass of the sparring field.
you hesitantly scooted closer to him. "you haven't been yourself.... i know satoru said you're losing weight, but -"
"it's none of your business," he spat out your name in a way that made you want to hide. his voice no longer sounded like a soothing breeze. there was something different in his eyes, something so painfilled that you yourself felt your soul crumble. "shouldn't you be training with shoko or flirting with satoru?"
"satoru? what... suguru, i dont- look, doesn't matter," you turned to face him better with a sigh. "i just want to make sure you're okay. you haven't been okay, and i want to help you -"
"well i dont need you fucking help," he said with finality, walking away from you, his cursed energy oozing off of him darkly. it was like his energy was attacking you without him knowing. you could feel his darkness- no- his pain in every fibre and crevice of his being.
that was the last time you saw suguru geto for the next eight years. he went on a mission and never came back. you wished that it had surprised you when you found out that he had killed a village of innocent people. but it wasn't. in the time you had after your last conversation, you saw how much hatred was behind his eyes. it was your first heartbreak. the heartbreak of your first love.
idk what this is, really. its kinda based on a fic i wanna write, but this will have to do for now. đ -nony
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genuinely yearning for the fratpres satoru fratvp suguru plz plz plz make it a series đ«°đ«°đ«°
omg i have sosososo many wips but its really calling to meeeee đđđ (its also kinda based on frat!satosugu from @/spideyyeet and their frat!kuna series)
as soon as im out of my important exams, I will try to get to posting cause i do have some scenes written đ€đ€ but hest believe, i WILL be locking in to finish some fics and chapters!!! especially since this one seems to have gained tractions đ
imagine being lowk in love with frat vicepresident!geto... youre in a few classes together, met eachother during a single paired project a semester or two ago, you cant really remember (it was actually three and you remember vividly).
and you go with shoko and utahime to frat parties and get to know him and frat president!gojo on a friendlier level. you try not to make it obvious you like suguru, but it hurts when you see him talking to a girl and eventually leading her upstairs.
but satoru makes you feel seen, teasing you, playfully flirting with you when the night seems to bleed into the early mornings and the buzz in your mind is enough to entrance you. his eyes are crystalline and his hair is shimmering as if he subtly put super fine body glitter into it. his grin is just as inticing. and despite how you can start to smell all of the perfumes and colognes of the people he's flirted with all night, you cant help but let it pull you in.
the next morning you're oddly relieved the unnaturally-natural platinum blonde isnt kicking you out, instead offering to buy you breakfast for causing you to miss your 9am class.
and the party wasnt even one of the ragers youre so used to their frat throwing. it was on a wednesday afterall. yet, youre seeing people straggling to leave as frat!kuna is happily (very irritatedly actually) kicking people out. one of which is the girl suguru lead up into the dark upstairs the night before. her hair is up in a perfect messy bun and her face is flushed. her skin is so glowy that your own jealousy makes you sick.
she gives you a sheepish look and a nod of acknowledment. you'd both fucked the vice president and the president of the most popular frat on campus last night afterall. but she leaves and youre still waiting for satoru to come downstairs when he begins to saunter down the stairs.
suddenly breakfast seemed even less appealing for some reason or another. fratvp!suguru had a look in his eye that just screamed indifference and you wanted nothing to do with any of this anymore. but right as you were about to text shoko and utahime, you saw and heard the platinum white bounding down the stairs.
You couldn't lie, he looked good. He always looked good. Maybe not as much as last night four shots and a shoko-mystery-drink special deep, but good. especially with the way his dark sunglasses were sitting on the mid point of the bridge of his nose and with how he was smirking at you.
"hey," fratprez!gojo greeted suguru with a grin that you now know screamed 'we got pussy tonight!' all over his face. The only difference is that he'd aparently wanted to fuck you for a while now. The nod of acknowledment suguru gave was all you needed to feel an astronomical amount of discomfort. "you ready to go?"
You sucked in a deep breath, nodding simply. you went to breakfast with him. and maybe it was your paranoia, but it felt too much like a date for your comfort. he paid, the least he could do for making you miss your class... and other things.... but this somehow lead to you at another party, rinsing and repeating the same process.
sex with satoru wasnt bad by any means. it was heanvenly even, but there was still a part of you that lingered near his best friend. a part of you that looked at him from across the room. you wanted to be his girl of the week. but right now you were satorus. and no one would dare come near you or your pants in a 15 feet radius. not unless they were there for satoru.
yeah might make this a series... its calling to me...
