your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!

megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.

your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.

your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.

you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.

you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”

he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”

“i’ll give you more blankets?”

“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention. 

you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up. 

megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile. 

“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.

not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.

“you should be in bed, baby.”

“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”

“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”

“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.

“i was away for one minute.”

“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”

you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”

“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied. 

his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.

megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused. 

the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.

“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”

“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”

“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”

the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.

he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.

megumi x reader, aftermath of an argument

Warm streaks of sunlight warm your skin, filtering in through the windows of your dorm. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curled up on the bed with your cheek smushed against a pillow. You hate to admit it – but you miss Megumi already.

It had only been a day. You could probably go longer than him without breaking first, right? You weren’t that pathetic, or so you thought.

But maybe it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal, to just suck it up and apologise. 

It was a stupid fight anyway, built on a flimsy premise yet turning into something pressing enough to argue about. You forgot to text Megumi that you were out late, he got pissed off and worried about you – and what started out as a lecture ended with you storming out and him refusing to say another word. 

It happened late last night, snowballing into today. Neither of you even glanced at each other: through training, meals, even during a mission. You knew he was stubborn, and you were more than capable of reciprocating. You just didn’t expect aching sadness to accompany the anger.

Something blue twisted beneath your ribs at the thought of Megumi. It was almost embarrassing, the way you missed everything about him: his bratty glare, gentle kisses, how his soft hair flopped back down after you ran your hands through it. You’d do anything to feel him again.

You were kind of sorry for making him worry, all that was left was to go up to him and say it. You hated having to cave first, especially because you earnestly felt that you deserved an apology too – but somebody had to do it, you supposed. Sucking up your pride might be better than this relentless need.

Willing yourself out of bed, you slip on a hoodie and sneakers, haphazardly tying the laces as you hop to the door. You try to imagine how it would go: you go over to his dorm, apologise profusely, and then he begs for forgiveness too and laments about how much he missed you, right?

Wrong.

You open the door only to be met face-to-face with none other than Megumi – hair slightly ruffled, like he’d just been pulling at it. Downturned eyes more tired than usual when they finally lock onto yours.

You blink, surprised. He’d come over here to do the exact same thing, you realise, just with a little bit more thought put into it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers, clumsily wrapped, is clutched tightly in his hand. You feel your heart stir a little.

Megumi exhales, looking you over. He’s stoic as ever, but you swear you see a flicker of something else in his eyes. His gaze trails back up to yours. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” He murmurs quietly.

You scrunch up your nose. “Me? Nope,” you huff, turning your face away and pretending like you weren’t about to go over and beg for his mercy. “You’re the one who came over here, you say something.”

“I don’t really want to.”

“Fine then, just leave.”

He says nothing.

Moments later, you hear his soft sigh – relenting and affectionate and all you needed to hear.

Megumi reaches out to take your chin, firm but gentle as he tries to tilt your face towards him. Brat, you think, refusing to budge.

He tuts. “Don’t be difficult. Look at me.”

“You haven’t even apologised yet,” you grumble, deciding to toy with him just a little bit more.

“I was going to apologise with a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “But if you don’t want it…”

You turn to face him with breakneck speed, body tingling with anticipation. Hours of no affection were driving you insane, and Megumi knew that. You look up at him with wide eyes, and his lips twitch with amusement. “Is that all you need?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you mutter, trying to sound casual.

He’s evil, but not that evil. Megumi obliges, leaning in to kiss you.

It’s exactly how you remembered, exactly how it was yesterday and all the days before it. Sweet, soothing, with a hint of urgency in the way his hand curls around your neck. There’s a quiet desperation in how he’s holding you too, regretful and guilty and sorry, though he’d never say it out loud.

Apology accepted, you think, as you melt into him.

You finally pull away for air, and Megumi can’t resist an extra peck to the side of your lips before straightening up. You giggle, lax in his arms as you idly play with the petals of the flowers.

Your contentment is disrupted when he opens his mouth to speak, lips slightly upturned.

“You were going to come over to apologise, weren’t you?”

You tilt your chin up defiantly, eyes blazing again. “Of course not, why would you even think that? I would never.”

“Liar.”

megumi loves like a dog. all sharp edges and fangs, but going soft just for you. his lips are tenderly chapped where they meet yours, touch gentle on your skin and eyes softening at the mere sight of you. he hates to admit it, but you changed him. you helped him realise he could feel something other than sadness.

megumi would worship you, if you’d let him. he doesn’t think you understand the gravity of what you do to him, how far you go in wrecking his soul. you’re kind in all the subtlest ways, so you don’t ask. but if you did, he knows he’d drop his whole life in a heartbeat to do whatever you wanted.

megumi thinks you might just be an angel. you’re limitlessly kind, even when he messes everything up, like he always does. you kiss his eyes before you go to bed. you look for his hand in a crowd, and your smile lights up all the murky, shaded, avenues of his bloody heart. sometimes you tell him you love him like you mean it. like he really is worthy of love, like he deserves to be loved by someone as lovely as you. he feels things he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.

megumi loves to love you. he loves bringing you flowers, watching the happy tilt of your lips. he loves carrying your weight, be it your shopping bags or your sad, sad heart. he doesn’t care that you can get lonely, or mad at yourself, or that you sometimes want to cry the world away. he’s just glad he gets to help you hold some of that heaviness, make life a little easier on you. he knows you know he’d do anything you asked.