i lowkenuinely need megumi and rin to meet
“𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬…”
a/n: as soon as i saw this ask, i thought of emo boy! megumi fushiguro and emo boy! rin itoshi in a university AU cuz i fear i need that…
don’t know ac so sorry </3
not gonna lie, you can be gullible.
it starts with megumi fushiguro, because of course it does. quiet things always creep up on you when you’re not paying attention.
you’re sitting on the steps outside the psychology building, one wired earpod in, the other dangling free, scrolling aimlessly while waiting for your next lecture to start. megumi stops in front of you like he’s debating whether to exist in the same space as you today.
black tank top. black leather jacket thrown over it like armor. his waist is snatched in a way that feels illegal for someone who looks permanently tired. black pants, black belt, messy black hair falling into his eyes like he hasn’t bothered fighting it lately. light blue star-shaped pimple patches dot his cheekbone – soft, almost defiant against the rest of his look. his erl piercing glints when he tilts his head.
“… you’re gonna be late,” he says quietly.
you glance at the time. “oh.”
he sits beside you anyway.
doesn’t crowd you. doesn’t touch you. just exists there, close enough that you feel the warmth through your sleeve. he hands you a spare hair tie from his pocket without explanation when the wind keeps blowing your hair into your face. when you thank him, he shrugs like it’s nothing, but his ears go pink.
megumi never flirts. he doesn’t need to. his softness shows up in the details – walking you home even when it’s out of his way, silently switching seats so you get the one with the outlet, glancing at your face like he’s memorizing it when he thinks you’re not looking.
you start noticing how his eyes soften around you. how he lets you see the parts of him no one else gets to.
rin crashes into your orbit like a bad decision.
you meet him in a campus café. he’s leaning against the counter, beige-and-black striped beanie pulled low, dark gray sweater hanging loose on his sleeper build frame, black cargo pants slung low and worn-in like he lives in them. his ears are a constellation of piercings, from his lobes up to his helix, silver catching the light every time he turns his head.
not subtly. not politely.
you catch his eye and raise a brow. “can i, um, help you?”
“… you’re blocking the sugar,” he says.
you step aside. he still doesn’t stop looking at you.
rin is sharp where megumi is quiet. blunt, intense, painfully honest. he remembers things you tell him offhandedly and brings them up days later like it’s nothing. he critiques your music taste, but adds the songs he secretly likes to his playlist. he stands too close when he talks, like he’s daring you to move first.
you notice the way he always turns his body toward you, even in a group. how his voice drops when he says your name. how he watches your reactions like they’re something he needs to study.
slowly, too slowly, you realize something’s up.
megumi lingers longer than necessary. rin starts showing up places he has no reason to be. megumi offers quiet comfort when you’re overwhelmed. rin distracts you when you’re spiraling, sharp comments pulling laughter out of you when you didn’t think you could smile.
they both have a soft spot for you. it’s obvious in completely different ways.
what you don’t realize is that they exist in separate worlds.
until one night, when you’re studying late in the library.
megumi’s sitting across from you, jacket draped over the back of his chair, star patches freshly replaced. he nudges your energy drink closer when you forget it’s there.
rin appears at the end of the aisle, hands in his pockets, eyes already locked on you.
rin’s gaze flicks from you to megumi. assesses. calculates. his jaw tightens.
“… you,” rin says flatly.
megumi straightens, eyes narrowing just a fraction. “… do you need something?”
rin scoffs softly. “so that’s why.”
“why,” megumi replies, calm, but guarded.
rin’s eyes flick back to you, gentler for half a second, before sharpening again. “you’ve been busy.”
the silence stretches. heavy. charged.
you glance between them, heart starting to race. “uh… do you guys–”
rin clicks his tongue, annoyed. megumi’s grip tightens on his pen.
that’s when it hits all three of you.
megumi exhales slowly, resigned, but determined. rin straightens, like the challenge just flipped a switch in his brain.
neither of them looks away from you.
and you realize, far too late, that you’ve somehow become the center of a very quiet, very intense war between two emo boys who absolutely did not plan on sharing.
you might just let it play out.
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