‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᴍɪᴋᴀ — a girl should be 𝓽𝔀𝓸 things:

‎ ‎ ੭୧ ❛ who, and what she wants.

𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂

you poked megumi’s cheek for the fifteenth time that hour.

“megumi,” you sang softly, head tilted like a cat ready to pounce. “hey, megumi~”

he didn’t look up from his book. “what.”

“that was a really dramatic sigh you let out just now,” you teased. “you okay, emo prince?”

he exhaled again—sharper this time. “you’ve called me that five times today.”

“correction: eight.” you twirled a couple strands of his hair. “and i continue to be kind.”

“baby, you’re not.”

“but i could be worse,” you said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “want me to start listing your weird habits? ’cause i have a running list in my notes app.”

“of course you do,” he muttered, flipping a page, still not looking at you. “why am i dating you again?”

you blinked. the grin faltered—just for a second. then you folded your arms and leaned away from him with a pout.

“…rude,” you mumbled.

he finally glanced over, catching the way your lips tugged downward and your shoulders sunk.

“and who started this, baby?”

and just like that—peace shattered. you wouldn’t talk to him for the next ten minutes. maybe fifteen (if you were really dramatic about it.)

“i don’t know how someone so annoying can still expect kisses.” megumi adds. of course, to rile you up.

silence.

you stared at him for a second, stunned. “…i was joking.”

“so was i,” he said, chuckling lightly.

you were still pouting with your back to him. perhaps a bit excessive, but who wouldn't after receiving such a severe threat? (the severe punishment in question is "no kisses." how dare he!)

“mhm, okay baby. you still dont wanna face me?” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “guess i’ll go kiss someone else then.”

you whirled around, eyes wide. “don’t test me. don’t you dare.”

he grinned. “there she is.”

“come and give me a kiss, baby.”

panic growing in his chest, nanami looked at the clock. he murmured to himself, "i'm going to be late," and picked up his briefcase.

you fold your arms. "aren't you forgetting something?"

nanami’s expression changes to one of confusion as he raises an eyebrow.

he searches his memory to see whether he has forgotten anything important.

then he realizes something. he approaches you with a knowing smile on his face.

he leans in and plants a slow, intense kiss on your lips without waiting another second.

his lips sweep over yours with a possessive, but gentle, dominance.

his hands glide down to your hips, clutching hard as he intensifies the kiss, his tongue pushing beyond your lips to tangle with yours.

as though he's attempting to commit the taste, the sensation, and the very soul of you to memory, he kisses you as if it were the last time.

nanami starts to back away, but you grabbed his tie and pulled him back toward you with a playful twinkle in your eyes before he could move.

“you're not leaving yet." you said.

your lips met his once again, relentlessly and urgently. as he kissed you back, his hands paused and then moved to your waist, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver down his spine.

“seriously, honey," he whispered between kisses, his mind screaming that he was already running out of time. "i really have to go."

you weren't listening, though. you made it hard for him to break away as you intensified the kiss and slid your fingers up to his shirt collar, pushing it open.

his warm breath ghosts over your skin as he briefly breaks the kiss and then trails his lips down to your neck.

he attempts to collect his disorganized thoughts and recall the reason for leaving.

he sighs, "darling, I—I really have to go," in a strained voice. "this is just making it worse. i'm gonna be so late."

you smiled, finally releasing his tie, your fingers lingering on his chest. "i’ll be here when you get back," she whispered, her voice full of promise.

he nodded, gave her a final, lingering kiss and withdrew.

her laughter followed him as he eventually left the room. (yes, her lipstick stains are smudged all around his lips. but he doesnt have to know that)

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the floor creaks beneath your feet as you tiptoe across your bedroom, heart pounding in your chest.

your boyfriend, megumi, is crouched by the window, his lopsided grin making it impossible to stay mad at him for climbing the tree into your room—again.

“do you always have to make so much noise?” you whisper, grabbing his arm and yanking him inside.

“blame the tree branches,” he whispers back, brushing off imaginary leaves from his hoodie.

but before you can answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the hallway. your eyes widen.

“it’s my dad!” you hiss, shoving him toward the closet. he snickers but doesn’t argue, slipping inside just as the door handle turns.

you grab a random book from your desk and spin around, trying to look casual.

your dad steps in, his brow furrowed. “what are you doing?”

“just… reading,” you say, holding up the book. it’s upside down.

for one horrible moment, you’re sure he’s going to check the closet.

megumi’s cologne lingers faintly in the air, and you pray your dad won’t notice.

your dad squints, but he doesn’t seem to notice. his gaze sweeps the room, lingering on the window for a moment.

“keep it down,” he mutters before shutting the door behind him.

you don’t move until you hear his footsteps retreat. then you rush to the closet, yanking the door open.

megumi steps out, his crooked smile even wider now.

“you’re lucky i fit under there,” he teases, sitting back on his knees in front of you.

“you’re lucky he didn’t check,” you counter, but before you can say more, he cups your face with both hands, grinning like he just got away with a heist.

he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “relax, baby. i’ve got stealth skills, remember?”

there she was, holding hands with megumi. my megumi.

your stomach churned at the sight.

you told yourself it didn’t matter, but the way she leaned closer to him, laughing like he belonged to her, made it hard to look at.

he noticed you watching, his eyes narrowing slightly.

she said something to him, but his focus stayed on you, sharp and unwavering.

with a murmured word, he let go of her hand, stepping toward you.

“jealous?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “as if.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, his hand brushing yours before curling around it.

“good. because i wasn’t hers to begin with.”

the warmth of his touch made it impossible to respond, but your small smile said everything you didn’t.

hello love im doing good, and i willllllllll 😉 you too💘 xx

hi! doing good. hope you are too 💕

it’s nearly 3 a.m., and you find yourself waking up alone in bed. with a sigh, you realize nanami must still be working, pouring over those endless papers.

quietly, you slip out from under the covers and tiptoe down the hallway, where you spot the soft glow of his desk lamp spilling out from his office.

peeking around the door, you see him—head bowed, brows knit in concentration, completely lost in his work.

you can see the fatigue in his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and it tugs at your heart.

without a word, you step inside and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

he startles just a little, and then looks up, his expression softening when he realizes it’s you.

“come to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers gently across his back. “you’ve done enough for today.”

nanami hesitates, mumbling about the work left to do, but you only smile, guiding him to stand. “shh, it’ll keep until morning.”

back in bed, he nestles into your arms, finally letting his exhaustion take over.

you hold him close, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his breath slow as he drifts to sleep.

and as he settles, resting his head on your chest, you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence, knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

“i love you, darling.” he mumbles.

“i love you more.” you say as you kissed his forehead.

even in his sleepy state, he smiles at the feeling of your kiss on his forehead.

thank YEWWW bae finally someone noticed!

megumi x reader

your hands have brushed a thousand times, fleeting touches that sent sparks through you, each one lingering in your memory.

a quick graze when megumi handed you his phone, an accidental nudge when your hands bumped on the table, the soft pull as he guided you through a crowded street.

each time, your breath caught, and you wondered if he felt it too. you tried to tell yourself it was nothing, just a passing moment. but every touch seemed to linger.

then, one evening, it finally happens. you’re walking side by side, talking about nothing and everything, and there’s this little pause.

you can feel the space between your hands, so close it’s almost ridiculous. no, it was ridiculous.

and just as you’re starting to think, “maybe I should just do it,” his fingers brush yours again—but this time, he doesn’t pull away.

instead, his hand slips into yours, just like that, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you look up, half-expecting him to laugh it off, but he’s already looking at you, his eyes soft and kind of nervous, like maybe he’s been waiting for this too.

it’s hard to breathe for a second because this tiny thing—just his hand holding yours—feels huge. it feels like a promise, like he’s saying all the things you’ve been too scared to say out loud.

finally, he’s holding your hand, and it’s everything you imagined.