summary: people agree to anything when someones scratching their back while cooking. and megumi knows that for sure!
a/n: i thought of this after i accidentally agreed to letting my mom cut my hair into a bob while cooking ground beef cus she was scratching my back 💔👌
p.s. do you guys like the titles and an's or is it a little obnoxious for every fic i post lol pls tell me i can takr the truth
it was a late evening, and you were in the kitchen making dinner. the slowly setting sun shown through the half open blinds, casting an orange hue on the house.
megumi sat on the couch as you stir the meat in the pan. he would be helping you, but last time he tried to make a sweet dinner for you, the firefighters had to show up...
he looks up from his book and over the cushions to watch you move throughout the kitchen like it's second nature.
his eyes shift over to the sink, filled with dishes and silently groans at the thought of having to clean aalllll the pans.
normally, you do the laundry, because you HATE the goop from the food. it's a weird texture thing he never fought against. and also, he's never hated doing the dishes. usually.
but megumi–your thoughtful husband who always does the dishes–really doesn't want to do them this week.
then, he gets a brilliant idea.
he softly closes his book, setting it on the coffee table.
he walks across the hardwood floors and makes his way behind your back, wrapping his arms around your waist.
you giggle quietly, "hi, megs."
he nuzzles his face in your neck and watches you grab a spice.
"watchya makin'?" he mumbles.
"tacos," you reply, "for taco tuesday."
"ginger?"
"all the ginger we have."
megumi lets a soft smile out at that, raising a hand to scratch his nails against your shoulder, then your back, slowly tracing his nails against your skin.
your hand falters, fluttering your eyes shut just a bit.
"i'm cooking, megs."
letting out a soft mm, he continues scratching lightly.
you try focusing on the pan infront of you, relaxing at this sudden contact. megumi normally gets really embarrassed when you ask him to do this, so it's odd he's doing it now.
"so pretty.." he mumbles.
you smile and continue flipping over the taco meat, desperately trying to focus.
a few seconds pass by, and your brain is like literally turning into mush.
"you done the laundry yet?" he asks.
"yeah," you manage, "i just need to fold them..."
"a big load?"
"mhm..."
he nods, stifling a smirk from his face.
"i could do them for you..."
"really?"
he hums, moving up to your neck.
"we could switch chores for the week..."
"hmm..." you hum, "sounds good."
he suppresses a giggle, moving his hands down to your waist and leaning to kiss your cheek.
"thanks, baby." he whispers, pecking you lightly.
as you listen to his feet pad away against the floor, your smile fades in realization.
you furrow your brows.
wait. what did i just agree to?
you set the spatula on the pan and face-palm, turning around.
"megumi."
he looks back up from the couch, face as serious as ever.
"did you scratch my back just to switch chores?"
he hides a sheepish smile behind the cushion, "no."
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summary: short fic about a playful rivalry between two scarily similar students... but is it competition, or tension?
a/n i thought of this two nights ago after attempting to hold a plank and i actually succeeded at hitting the minute mark.. hold applause + KINDA BOOTY so chill on me 😳😳
in reality, you guys are just so eerily similar that your personalities clash.
traditionally, you're quite competitive. yuji just says, "sure!"
that's how y'all got in this situation.
you and yuji have both been in the plank position for what feels like an hour, (11 seconds) while everyone stands over you guys, betting on who'll fall first.
"5 says that itadori won't last a minute!" nobara yells out from the side.
he shoots her an offended glance, shifting his weight on his arms.
truthfully, you're already shaking.
"time check...?" yuji breathes out.
megumi looks at the phone timer in his hand, "15 seconds."
"jesus christ..."
you giggle. wrong move, because now your abs are actually on fire.
yuji looks at you, offering a playful smile.
you retort by sticking your tongue out at him.
"lower, y/n." megumi says.
you groan and lower your hips closer to the ground.
you bite your lip hard, and look back up at yuji–who's staring at you, pink hair sticking slightly to his forehead, messy from the sweat.
"you shaking?" he offers, giggling.
you smirk, "how can i not when you're right infront of me?"
he tilts his head a little, "...huh?"
his eyes widen a little, ears reddening.
his arms give out immediately, sending him face planting into the grass.
"Y/N WINS!" everybody exclaims, high-fiving.
"what's the time!?" nobara questions to megumi.
he looks down at his phone, smirking a little.
"58 seconds."
nobara starts cheering as she starts collecting her bidding money from everyone.
yuji lays there, grumbling.
"you sulking, princess?" you tease, prodding at his crown.
"you cheated." he says, looking back up at you with a defeated pout.
"sounds like something somebody who lost would say." you retort.
megumi offers out a hand to the both of you, "i think itadori got nervous."
synopsis : an au where you give your life to remove all evil from the sorcery world, under one condition. everyone forgets who you are. who will remember you when you're gone?
a/n- second fic ever posted!! scary... i wrote this at 2am after taking a who's your soulmate quiz on buzzfeed LOL (sorry if it's butt!)
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"either you can sacrifice yourself to release all evil from the world and jujutsu sorcery as you know it, or you can stay alive."
the choice weighs thick on the silent classroom. Gojo says it like a passing thought, but behind his mask, you can feel his unease.
"...why me?" you ask.
Gojo pauses for a moment. "you're the only one."
you look down, tears welling in your eyes.
leaving your friends? your family? the people you still needed to protect? would they remember you if you were gone?
"will they remember me?"
Gojo looks at you through the black covering his eyes. "only if you want."
"you can make them forget me? never knew i existed?"
"why would you want that?"
"i don't want them to mourn me. it'll put too much of a toll on them."
he sighs. you're too kind, he thinks. you've always put yourself before your classmates. many times where you've thrown yourself infront of them to take the blow harder than they would.
that's why he picked you. he knew you'd inevitably agree. that's who you are.
"i can make it happen."
you stare at him, and nod. looking away you wipe a stray tear from your eye.
you'd miss them, but you'd miss them even more if they died.
you wouldn't even be alive anymore. and they wouldn't remember you. you'd just be a soul.
perhaps you'd come back as a leaf that falls into nobara's hair while walking in the street. or a stray cat that yuji kneels to pet, and feed his leftovers. maybe you'll come back as a wind that hits megumi's face harshly in the heat, refreshing and light.
"so, you'll do it?" Gojo cuts through your thoughts.
you snap back into reality. hesitating for a moment, "...i'll do it."
he stands there, fiddling with his thumbs in his pant pockets. "got it.." he sharply inhales.
"it'll take place in a few days. say goodbye to your classmates for me, okay?"
you nod and bow, "thank you, Gojo sensei."
you start to walk off. it reminds him of Riko. your bright smile, loud energy, sweet and sharp. he hates that it has to happen. he'd like you to live a long life, you deserve it. he knows you'd like to live a long life too. he knows that can't happen.
"–will you miss me, sensei?" you say, stopping before the door with a hopeful expression.
he looks over. shrugs.
"i won't remember you." he chuckles, jokingly.
you flash him a smile and laugh, "i knew you'd say that!"
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it's been a year since evil left the sorcery world. well, who needs sorcery when there's no evil?
yuji, megumi, and nobara walk the streets. yuji's talking about the new human centipede movie that came out as nobara sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes. megumi's quiet, huffing because of how bright the sun was radiating that day.
"and-oh! nobara, you have something in your hair." yuji says, reaching to pick it out.
he pulls it out, looking at it.
"what was it?!" nobara exclaimed.
yuji shrugs, flicking it away. "just a leaf. nothing serious. anyways-"
megumi had felt off ever since about a year ago. he'd hangout with his friends, feeling weird about how one side of the booths sat an empty seat where he thought somebody should've been. he'd pass a date, wondering if he should wish somebody happy birthday, but there'd be nothing on his calendar.
he'd ask Gojo, and he'd stare at him blankly.
"huh. is it my birthday?"
megumi never found that joke funny. it felt like something significant was missing from his life, but he could never place it, so he'd brush it off.
"–yuji! don't touch it!"
"why not?"
"it probably has rabies or something."
"she's probably hungry. nobara, hand me your leftovers."
"no way!"
megumi sighs, looking over.
"fushiguro! tell your friend to not feed that stray." nobara argues.
he harshes a breath out of his nose, and hands yuji his box of food.
"give it this."
yuji's eyes light up. "thank you, fushiguro!"
he shrugs.
"FUSHIGURO!" nobara punches his shoulder.
"ow! don't hit me, kugisaki!"
yuji hands a piece of bread to the cat, and it takes it happily. the cat rubs up against his legs and purs.
"guys look! she likes me!"
"i doubt it." nobara says.
the cat walks over to the two of them and rubs up against both of the others legs.
nobara kneels, "it's kinda cute."
she lets the cat sniff her fingers, and it licks them instead.
yuji giggles, slapping a hand over his mouth.
yep. pretty normal in tokyo.
megumi and yuji rummage through boxes, looking for an item Gojo requested.
"god, we're never going to find this thing! there's like...a million boxes!" yuji pouts, sitting back on the floor in defeat.
"there's only eight."
"ONLY?!"
megumi sighs, continuing his search.
as yuji continues his pout-search in the corner, megumi stumbles across a photo.
"what is this..." he mumbles.
it's obviously ripped in the middle.
it's a photo of megumi sitting on a corner, smiling with an icecream.
he's looking over at somebody.
megumi turns it over to the back and sees messy cursive.
megumi and
but it cuts off after and. who was he with? why would they rip the photo?
he looks at the date. marked roughly a year ago, when he started to feel weird.
he stares at it for a long minute.
"fushigurooo?" yuji cuts through his thoughts.
megumi, startled, looks up.
"you good?"
megumi swallows, looking back down and shoving it in his pocket.
"yeah. keep working."
yuji rolls his eyes and turns back towards the box, "ok, dad."
it's been days after he found that photo. he stares at it often, looking at every detail.
he looks so happy. when was the last time he remembers smiling like that? when did he ever even like icecream? he despises sweet foods.
who would make him look so.. not like megumi?
Gojo catches him looking at it one day.
"you got a girl we don't know about?" he says, sitting next to him on a bench.
megumi looks over and sighs, setting the photo in his lap.
"no."
"then why do you keep looking at that ripped picture?"
he sits there, unanswering Gojo's question.
megumi sighs, "i've felt weird since last year. feels like there's something gone. then i find this–" he waves the photo lightly in the air, "–and it just doesn't make sense."
Gojo looks at him. "let me see it," he reaches for the photo.
megumi hands it over to him.
Gojo looks at the ripped piece, flipping it, swiping his thumb over megumi's face.
"when have you smiled like that?"
"never. at least, i thought. i can't remember..." megumi mumbles off.
"-do you know where the other part is, Gojo sensei?" megumi inquires.
Gojo stares at the photo a little longer. finally, he gives it back to megumi.
"sorry, megumi. not coming to me."
megumi sighs harshly. looking back down at the photo.
"you should go back to class." Gojo says to megumi, bumping his shoulder lightly.
megumi nods, putting the photo back in his pocket, and walks away quietly. a gust of wind flows past him, hitting the side of his face in a harsh manner.
he stops, looking over his shoulder. then sighs, and turns back to leave.
Gojo watches him go. he looks down at his legs, and reaches for his own pocket.
he pulls out a ripped picture of a girl holding icecream, sitting on a curb, smiling.
he rubs his finger over her features, her smile. he remembered taking the photo. he remembered it all.
Gojo never let himself forget. he told them not to wipe his memory.
"you weren't the only one," he whispers, teary eyed.
he grips the photo tighter in his hand. "you were the only one who would've said yes."
he lets a tear slip from the edge of his blindfold. the wind starts to settle in the spot next to him.
hi so this is my first ever actual fic and first ever actual post so pls be nice and sorry if it's ahh 😅 i've never written angst before just read it
hope you like it! :)
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"would you rather not being able to see or not being able to hear?" you questioned, picking at a piece of grass next to your thigh–which was coincidentally close to megumi fushiguro's thigh–but neither of you cared.
you both lay on your backs, feeling the summer-spring breeze glide across the landscape. shiro and kuro both curled up against one of y'alls feet, probably sleeping.
"that's a hard question." he mumbles, "they're both important senses."
you hum. "yeah-but deaf and blind people do it everyday, so it can't be that hard, right?"
you look over and meet his deep green eyes. they're hitting the soft sunset perfectly, and it'd be hard to look away. you loved looking at his face, but not as much as hearing his voice.
he looks at you for a moment, almost taking in the view. "do i have to choose?"
"yes."
"hearing."
"why's that?"
his mouth closes. opens again, then shuts. he turns away and says something you can't quite catch under his breath.
you turn over a little, to get his attention. you place your hands underneath your head to rest on the grass.
"what was that?" you giggled, attempting to poke at his nose.
he turns his face away, "stop that."
"tell meee megumi!"
a pink shade of blush creeps up on his cheeks, and he makes a face while forcing a harsh sigh out of his nose.
"i guess i wouldn't...wouldn't be able to not see your face." he turns his face away, fully red now...
your mouth opens in playful shock, (like you didn't know your silly boyfriend was head-over-heels for you enough) "megumiii!" you squeal.
"you're such a loverboy!" you ruffle his messy, raven black hair giggling. he grunts under his breath.
"it's nothing." he grumbles, unconvincingly. "what about you?"
your eyebrows furrow a little. you didn't really prepare an answer yourself, you just liked seeing what he would answer in the scenario.
you flop back onto your back, arms tangling in the long grass. "if i had to..."
"...unable to see." you finally say.
he turns over, furrowing his brows. "you wouldn't want to see?"
"i mean...no," you purse your lips together, "i'd rather hear than see, you know?"
he shakes his head.
"i think hearing somebody's voice is the closest thing you'll get to their soul. the physical of somebody doesn't reflect who they are," you say.
megumi looks in deep thought, turning his head back to focus the clouds. he hums, "you wouldn't want to see me?"
oh, your sweet boyfriend.
"oh-megs, no! that's not what i meant at all. i love seeing your face." you flip on your side, looking down at his beautifully-made features. and those lucious, beautiful lashes that you were so jealous of.
you brush his strands out the way of his eyes, and place a kiss on his cheek. his breath hitches, unexpecting your sudden attention.
smiling down at him, you lay on his chest. "you don't have to worry, i'm not losing my sight anytime soon."
he sighs, running his hand along your hair. you can hear the smile in his breath.
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your scream cuts through the fighting.
a raw, piercing shrieking cutting through everything. nobody moves.
except megumi.
nue swoops him off his feet, gliding him over to your area, covered in what looks like a bunch of blood.
you're kneeled over choking and crying, deafening screeches leaving your vocal cords.
megumi jumps off and slides on his knees, hands cupping your shoulders. "i'm here-i'm here, what happened?"
you're covering your face, pain surging through every bone you could possibly have.
your voice rasps from the extensive straining of your yells.
"he...he got me. i got too cocky-" you're choking on your words, tears burning your skin, throat tight with pain. "-hit me...it hurts, megumi it hurts...
-please make it stop..." you cry.
megumi looks at your bloody body, anger flowing throughout his veins. he moves to see your face, ducking to look at you.
"it'll be okay. look at me." his voice softens.
"i can't..."
"what?"
"where are you? i don't ... i don't know where to look. i can't see you."
the words ring in his head over and over. she can't see me? what does she mean?
"...what?" he questions, "what are you saying?"
you slowly take your hands off your face, revealing your eyes.
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"-it's called a subconjunctival hemorrhage, or hyphema. it happens if you recieve a blow hard enough that blood rushes to your eyes and it could cause permanent loss of sight." gojo repeats.
"oooh myyy goooddd..." nobara draws out, "who cares?"
you nod your head along. "so? what does this have to do with jujutsu sorcery, sensei?"
"i'm just saying. you guys need to know this in case you get seriously hurt. i don't want any of my students going blind."
megumi looks over at you, rolling your big eyes to the back of your head. slumping back in your chair.
"that would never happen anyways..." you mumble under your breath.
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it's everywhere. blood spreading in every white area in your eyes. you looked scary, to somebody. but not megumi. you just looked like his pretty girl, hurt and scared.
"fuck..." he whispers, brushing his finger over your cheek.
"what? is it bad? do i look bad?" you force out.
"never... you could never look bad." he reassures to you, "but this is bad... like really bad."
you try crying but the tears pierce your sockets and it feels like they're burning your skin. you throw your arms over what you think is megumi's body, shaking and breathing unevenly.
"megumi..." you whisper, "i should've listened to gojo sensei, right?" you choke out a laugh.
he stands up, carrying you.
"it's not the time to joke. we need to get you help." he tries to sound serious, but his voice cracks at the last word.
he can't bare the thought of losing your endless compliments on how "pretty my boyfriend's face is", or how you "wish i could have your eyelashes. could you cut them off and give them to me?"
he was so scared you'd die that he didn't realize your body had stopped shaking a while ago.
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a/n : no reader didn't die! she just passed out from exhaustion 😂✌️✌️ so they say...
