Daylight (Megumi Fushiguro x female reader)
Authorās note: hihihi. This is my first time writing something like this so I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know if you spot any grammatical/ sentence construction errors because Iām really trying to improve my writing:)
Content: a little angst at the beginning but mostly fluff
Warnings (?): mild cringe at the beginning
"Gumi?" She muttered incoherently.
"Hmm?" He answered sleepily, his voice muffled.
The day before, Y/n had had a rather miserable day. Once training was over, which was around 5pm, she had walked back to her dorm and decided to reflect back on the days conversations and failures. Well half of the conversations were also failures so there wasn't much of a difference.
Originally, She had planned to clean her room, all surfaces of whose were covered with clothes, books or miscellaneous objects, while watching a movie. Unfortunately her day had gone by so glum that the prospect of watching a fun romcom seemed like too much to bear. Wait no- actually her day had gone by just fine. Normal. Perfect, even. It was her who was the problem.
She considered watching little women (honestly insert any film/series that brings you comfort) but then decided against it. She tried to clean her room anyways, only this time it was the amalgamation of swivels and memories, chaos and dejected voices in her head which kept her company instead of the buzzing of actors and actresses voices.
Midway transferring her clothes from the deranged bed to the closet she gave up and crumpled into a heap on the ground, mirroring the dirty clothes. She took her head between her palms and attempted to cry as she watched the bust of her sweater rise and fall. Crying always made everything better. The tears would wash away the hollow-ness in her chest and provide her some kind of comfort. After some time, it became evident that they'd taken a day off and she'd be stuck with the misery and claustrophobia in her mind for quite some time. She considered going to her bed no napping the feeling away somehow but didn't find it in her legs. Eventually she laid on the forgiving floor and fell asleep there, the cool of it caressing her cheek, a sensation still prevalent when she woke up. She checked the time- 9pm. Dinner would be over in an hour. She got up from the floor, momentarily sure of her pre-nap anguish's departure. Unfortunately it was still there, engulfing her awhole as she made her way to the bathroom- the next stop for her desolation.
Finally, at 11pm, she made her way to the boys dormitory and knocked at Megumi's door. Although she wished to deal with these bouts of depression herself, the desire to see Megumi subsided the former. Megumi opened the door slightly, his head poking out of the cornor. A small shaft of light illuminated the corridor's wooden flooring.
"Y/n?" His eyes wrinkled at the corner and he was now in the middle of the door frame. "What happened?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."
He stepped away from the door, inviting her in. Once inside, she stood there a little akwardly not sure of what to do or say.
"I didn't see you in the cafeteria during dinner. Did you visit later today?"
"No I fell asleep." She partly lied.
āIt might be open right now. Do you want to go?"
"Won't we have to pay if we went so late?"
"That's okay, I don't really feel like eating right now." She partly lied again.
Now Megumi was looking at her silently, probably trying to analyse her behaviour.
"So what were you doing?" Y/n asked, trying to break the partly non-existent ice.
"Yeah it's about this war in ancient Egypt."
āTell me more about it." She urged as she seated herself on his bed, parallel to the chair infront of his desk where he seated himself. She wanted his boyish voice to cure her. And it did. Megumi liked to read non-fiction, a fact that struck Y/n as odd. While she herself liked to read, she couldn't comprehend why someone would want to read about real people and their real lives when they could just read...made up stuff. Something to give them a break from reality rather than pull them back into it. But sometimes, when Megumi told her about the various books he'd read, she'd get the appeal. Heck, she'd even want to try one herself.
Megumi was quick with this kind of stuff. Quickly elucidating the synopsis without any unnecessary details, a skill Y/n thoroughly lacked. Soon enough he was done telling her about his book.
"How far in are you right now?" Y/n asked him.
"About a hundred pages. It's not very long though. I only have seventy more to go."
"That's great, I love short books."
"What about you? Are you reading something at the moment?"
"Er yeah- Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard." Suddenly her book seemed very inferior compared to his.
"Yeah it's pretty nice. I'll tell you more once I've read a little further."
"I see" neither of you having anything to say now.
"You can go back to your reading by the way. I don't really mind. I just wanted to be near you."
"No, I'd rather talk to you." He said as he came over and sat next to her. Y/n smiled weakly at him and quietly rested her head on his shoulder.
āBy the way, are you okay?" Megumi asked as he reached out and held her hand inbetween their laps.
"Yeah. Bad day. Very bad day." She confessed as she tried to somehow bury her head into his shoulder.
"Would you like some tea?"
Y/n laughed at his suggestion. Although she didn't really feel like having tea, she didn't want to perpetually turn him down.
He got up and went to made them tea. Soon enough, it began to rain. Once Megumi was done, he came and sat on the bed, one of his legs folded beneath him, the other hanging down. Y/n, previously at his desk, looking at some textbooks kept there, headed back towards him and sat down in the space between his legs. They drank their tea on the bed itself, something Megumi normally didn't allow. Once they were done drinking their tea, Y/n kept the cups on Megumi's desk and then returned to their initial position.
"I like your hands." She whispered to him as she held one of his in both of hers.
"Yeah?" She could hear the smile in his whisper.
"Yeah. Their very...masculine yet fragile looking." She moved his hand up to kiss it, a slow, hushed movement. She kept it against her mouth even after it.
"I like your hair," he told her, "they remind of that river we saw on our mission to Kyoto."
"Why do they remind you of a river?"
"I don't really know. I suppose it's because you insisted on collecting rocks from it once the task at hand was done. Itadori was very enthusiastic and threw water all over you. Some of your locks stuck to your face."
"Megumi, that was six months ago." She chuckled.
"The sun was directly on you and you were laughing and throwing water back at Itadori. I was reminded of that one song you like," He paused for a bit. "Daylight. That Taylor swift song."
Y/n closed her eyes, rabid butterflies flying aimlessly in her stomach.
"I love you." She whispered as she moved her face towards his, slowly locking in their lips.
"I love you too." She heard him mumble over her lips. He rested his lips atop hers even when the kiss was over. The rain escalated, a thunder boom triumphant over the heart beat in her ears. Y/n pushed herself deeper into his embrace, wanting his warmth to engulf her. Megumi softly fell on the bed response, now holding holding her next to him, both their feets still hanging from the bed's ledge. They stayed that way for a while.
"Do you want to stay the night?"
Although they weren't actually given any information regarding staying over at each others dorms, especially if they were of the opposite sex, y/n felt it went as an unsaid rule. Not that it mattered. She had stayed over Megumi's plenty of times before.
"I would like that very much." She pressed her lips at his once more. Megumi sat up, pulling her up along with him. He kissed her once more.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" He informed her. She nodded and laid down on his bed again. This time properly though- with her head on the pillow and a big blanked over her. Megumi joined her soon enough, his head somewhere infrontĀ her own, his arms holding her loosely, but firmly. He fell asleep that way, her breaths sofly fanning his cupids bow.
"Gumi?" Y/n muttered incoherently. She had been awake for around thirty minutes now, her thoughts keeping her company and Megumi keeping her warm.
"Hmm?" He mumbled in response, his voice muffled. She had thought spending time would make her alright but thirty minutes of remembering yesterday had bought it back to her. Megumi's voice softened something inside her and suddenly her vision was blurry and soon enough her face was wet. Megumi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. She could see him physically panic. He wasn't very sure on handle such situations.
"Hey," he said and hugged her.
"You know, I really, really hate myself." She said said gave out a helpless laugh amidst her tears.
"Then...do you think you'd let me love you for the both of us?"
Y/n could only sniff in reply.
They stated that way for a long, long while. Y/n wallowing while Megumi held her.
"Do you feel any better now?" He asked as he caressed her cheeks.
"I do. Thank you." She leaned into his touch.
"Well then. Let's get you something to eat? If you don't feel like seeing the others I can grab something and bring it back for you."
"No, it's fine. I don't want the others getting suspicious. Can we go to my room first so that I can change into my uniform?"
On the way to the cafeteria, Megumi held y/n's hand. Not dropping it even when an intrigued Gojo in the hallway laughed at him.
"Hey lovebirds!" Panda greeted you both enthusiastically upon entering. Nobara shifted her chair a little so you had space to sit next to her. Itadori explained the plot of some movie he had watched to all of you.
And you watched as the daylight filtered in through the window and fell on your table, making everyone glow a little. And maybe, just maybe, you could step into their familiar hue and let go of your self hatred. Under the table, you interlocked your fingers with Nobara and grinned at Megumi.
