megumi fushiguro x reader
a/n: finally off hiatus wooo first ever fic posted on here hope u enjoy! here’s to gumi fluff <3
The fears had always been there, lurking in the deepest, darkest shadows of your mind. You just hadn't known it until the storm was starting to brew.
It was another long, tiresome day of training in which the second year senpais had taken turns kicking everyone's butts while the first years were flapping around like beached flounders.
Well, all except Megumi Fushiguro.
The spiky-haired boy was quite the formidable fighter and cunning curse user, that much was quite aware to you and everyone else already, but did he have to make it quite so obvious?
He'd knocked Maki's cursed nunchucks away from her in one blow and simultaneously made his shikigami chase around Inumaki and Panda until all of them ended up in a messy heap in the grass, the latter two looking frazzled and tired.
Even though his full attention was always on his opponent, you could sometimes feel his strong gaze focused on you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. But it was probably nothing but a coincidence.
Brushing herself off as best she could, Maki sauntered towards Megumi and huffed. "Beginner's luck. And that's enough for today, first years."
Inumaki followed with a quick kelp! and Panda, ever the friendly senpai, told them that they were making great progress before following his two friends.
You, Yuji, and Nobara waved after the senpais as they gradually became smaller and smaller. Of course, Megumi had somehow vanished as well.
Snorting in annoyance, Nobara put her hands on her hips. "The hell does he think he is?! He literally made us look like complete idiots!"
"I think Megumi's fighting was pretty dope, but then again, I did beat that one semi-first grade cursed spirit..." Yuji quipped, smiling brightly.
Smack! The girl had slapped him (lightly) on the cheek. "Shut up, Itadori. And where the hell is Fushiguro anyways?"
Poor Yuji was rubbing his cheek as tiny (fake?) tears sprung from his glossy eyes. "Ow!! Kugisaki, that hurt." You quickly walked over to him and patted him on the back as he clung tightly onto your arm.
"Haven't seen him, think he went off on his own again." You sighed in response to her question as she and Yuji were now involved in a who-can-stick-their-tongue-out-the-longest contest.
"You two? Wanna go get something to eat? Hello?" No response— they were now so involved in the game that it would probably take a literal Domain Expansion for them to snap out of it.
Shaking your head, you gave both a friendly nudge as you started making your way over to where the little vending machine was, Gojo sensei making sure to keep it well stocked with his favorite snacks and drinks.
As you reached for a box of strawberry pocky, a low rumble made you whirl around and look towards the sky, heavy gray clouds slowly moving together to block out the sun.
Oh no. This was bad. Very, very bad.
You had always been afraid of storms since you were a child, having acute sensitivity to sound that increased the booming of thunder and flashes of lightning tenfold for you. Not to mention the nightmares you would get of your family that had cast you out for not being able to properly harness cursed energy (at the time) and everything that had happened since then.
The only thing that helped you was hiding underneath a massive pile of blankets in bed and not coming out until the storm was finally over, it being a safe space for you.
Oh, and— you hated admitting this— but it never hurt to cuddle with someone.
You remembered how your older brother had used to hug you and stay with you as a child until you fell asleep— oh, how you missed him dearly.
But you also remembered how he hadn't said a word when your grandfather, head of the noble family clan, had kicked you out mercilessly, a look of shame and regret ever so present in his hazel eyes.
And you hadn't talked to him ever since.
But the past was the past, and you had to get over it, no matter how much it pained you.
Trying to push down the thoughts to the bottom of your head, you rushed back to the training field where you had left the two goofballs.
"Yuji? Nobara? I think we should all get inside." You called out, waiting for a response. Nothing.
"Guys?" You frantically looked around for the two, anxiety flaring up in your chest as a chilly wind started to blow, making the leaves of the nearby trees start shaking.
Knowing them, they'd probably already gone inside and argued all the way there. But now you realized just how far you'd come from the entrance to the dorms, the distance looking insurmountable by the minute as the sky grew darker and darker.
Just then, a clap of thunder scared you so badly that you felt your eyes water, hands shaking violently by your sides as you raced over to the nearest bush.
It was about to pour any second as you clenched your teeth, steeling yourself and forcing not to show any outward signs of fear.
If you want to be strong, remember that fear is always the biggest sign of weakness. You could still hear your father's words echoing in your ears.
But you were oh, so scared.
You shut your eyes and balled your hands into fists, crouching down in the shelter of the bush and preparing for the worst. No way you could make it to the dorms, there was just no way!
A sudden hand shot out of nowhere and locked around your wrist, pulling you out of the bush's cover and dragging you along at a rapid pace. You didn't even have any time to react as your feet struggled to keep along with the person's pace.
And then you were there, standing below the wooden archway that connected the dorms to the other buildings nearby just a millisecond before it started to rain full force.
You were completely shocked to say the least and finally had the sense to look up at the owner of the long-fingered hand still grasped tightly around your wrist. And of course, it was the absolute last person you had ever expected it to be.
He put a single finger on your lips, silencing you instantly. "Saw you out there hiding in a bush, didn't want you to get caught in the rain." The words were so matter-of-fact that you had no room to protest.
"Oh— well, thanks. I guess I'll go to my room now before the out happens to go power, oh I mean the power happens to go out, you know, just in case." Your words became a jumble as you grew flustered in his presence, a slight tint of pink heating up your cheeks as you inwardly cursed your stupid tongue.
As you swiveled on your heel to head in the opposite direction, the loudest rumble you had ever heard struck with such a force that it made the ground shake below you, a pitiful whimper emitting from your throat.
"C'mere." Two hands wrapped around your waist as Megumi pulled you tightly into his chest, one hand grabbing your tightly clasped hands as he stroked your fingers with his thumb comfortingly. "Don't be scared, [name]. Calm down, focus on my touch. Here, I'll stay with you until the storm stops."
Not having the energy left to argue, deny, or protest your false bravado against the stormy onslaught, you nodded in defeat (and surprise at his sudden actions) as you accidentally slumped into his warm body, blushing furiously at the close contact.
"Oh— sorry." You said, scrambling to push yourself off of him in order for him to regain his footing.
“It’s okay.” He helped you back onto your feet, a gentle hand loosely on the small of your back as you inwardly gasped in disbelief at his sudden change of demeanor. As you let him guide you up a flight of stairs, it was like he knew exactly what to do somehow.
The two of you stopped at the second door down a long corridor, socked feet padding softly on the polished wooden floor.
Megumi pushed the door open for you, letting go for just a second as he ushered you inside.
His room was nothing like you'd expected— it was cozy and warm, a small halogen lamp heating up his bed with soft gray pillows strewn around on top.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go change." He snatched his phone from his desk and went into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click.
You couldn't stop blushing like a lovesick idiot at his words. Why on earth were you like this? Sure, Megumi had turned out to be oh, so much different than you'd expected— but you couldn't possibly be attracted to him, could you?!
Definitely not. No way in hell. The two of you were just good friends, and always would be that.
As you gingerly sank down onto the cushy bed, the door opened once more and Megumi stepped out wearing a soft black sweatshirt with gray sweatpants.
You couldn't help but stare at his hands as he moved around the room, getting a blanket from the closet as well as a mug of some steamy liquid.
You almost choked on your tongue, sputtering as you struggled to respond. "Oh, uh, no! I mean yeah, you look.. fine, totally fine, but of course not in like a weird way, you know—"
"I'm just messing around with you since you haven't taken your eyes off of me since I came out."
He was so, so painfully blunt. Your brain started spinning around and around as you laughed awkwardly and thought of some respectable excuse.
"I— was just looking at the— the piece of dust on your shirt!" With a small huff, you marched over to him and reached out a hand to brush off the imaginary speck of dust.
Unfortunately, that also resulted in your fingers brushing up against his toned chest as you turned around to go sit back down, unable to meet his eyes. But of course you tripped, somehow, on the polished wooden floor!! (so clumsy, oh my)— and ended up crashing into the soft bed along with a shocked Megumi.
He somehow landed on top of you, black sweatshirt grazing your exposed stomach softly. His sea foam-colored pupils had become dilated, something deeper reflected in his gaze towards you. It was as if your brain had become jello, you losing all capability to speak. Once again, you opened your mouth to attempt an apology as it seemed to be the only thing you were good at.
He took that opportunity to silence you once more— but somehow his finger slipped and hit right in the middle of your lips, your eyes widening as something sparked in your lower stomach.
But by now you knew you had to get out of the situation no matter what, or it would become utter chaos. You gently took his hand away and pushed him off, sitting up on the bed. "I— I just realized I left something in my room, I've got to go get it! For the storm! And then, uh, I forgot that Nobara and I have to do something. Sorry and thanks Megumi, I'll see you!"
All Megumi saw was a creme colored blur as you practically flew out the door, footsteps pattering down the hall until it became silent once again.
He sank down on his bed, taking one of the pillows and squeezing it like a stress ball between his hands. "Shit, what the hell is wrong with her? I swear I didn't mean for it to go that direction— Yuji and his moronic advice..." Megumi sighed, reaching for his phone once more to call Yuji and berate him for what had happened.
It had been two days and the storm showed no signs of stopping. Ever since that day, you'd avoided Megumi like the plague, staying by Yuji and Nobara's side and engaging in an animated conversation with them whenever he was around.
He would give you a slightly hurt look as he walked away, never saying anything. You had never felt more horrible, but you just weren't sure what to do about your complicated feelings at all or even attempt to address what had happened (if anything.)
Training was canceled for the day due to a gigantic tree twice the size of Panda having blocked the entire field, so Gojo sensei had taken the four of you to the kitchen to whip up some green tea and cookies in what he called his Masterchef masterclass.
"And... start!! No, no, you're doing it wrong, idiot sandwiches!! Yuji, put the eggs in and then mix them all up— not the eggshells. Megumi-kun, well, you're fine. Nobara, the tea presser does not work like that and [Name], something’s burning in the oven…”
After the long tirade in which Gojo flapped his long arms around like a headless chicken and yelled directions left and right, the snacks were finished and all of you had never been happier.
"Now, my dears, I must go and attend to some business in Kyoto. Don't get too wet and I'll see you all in several days!" The white-haired sensei skipped off merrily, humming a tune underneath his breath.
"I wonder how his brain functions." Nobara deadpanned, shoving a cookie into her mouth.
"Well, I'm sure he has many more brain cells than me!" Yuji laughed, absolutely no malice found in any of his words.
As the three of you laughed and sipped your tea, you could see Megumi coming to sit in the corner of your eye as you quickly averted your gaze once more.
The super-duper perceptive Nobara caught you, however, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. She decided to shrug it off and started pestering Megumi about this and that, leaving Yuji and you to set you guys' next weekly movie date.
At last the dishes were cleared in record time and Yuji and Nobara decided to go watch the newest episode of the Office in the lounge.
Although you'd very much wanted to see the specific episode, tiredness was making your eyelids close and you decided to take a short nap instead.
"Gonna take a nap first. I'll catch up with you two though!" You waved and didn't stick around for Megumi's answer as you made your way up to your room.
A wall of pillows and blankets were packed tightly around your body as you adjusted your loosely-fitting shirt, snatching your phone up to watch some Netflix as your brain had decided you didn't want to sleep anymore. At all.
You were laughing at one of the more outlandish scenes in some random movie when the overhead lights flickered, then went out completely.
Now everything was pitch black, the rumbling outside worsening the atmosphere. You could barely see your phone as you frantically went to messages to text one of your friends, but there was no service either.
Sighing deeply, you curled up in a tight ball, cuddling one of the bigger pillows on your bed as you forced yourself to go to sleep.
Just then, there was a steady knocking on your door.
It scared you much more than it should've as you called for them to come in, the door slowly opening as you squinted to make out who it was.
Megumi stood there holding a tiny candle, a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate in his other hand. "Hey, can I talk to you?" He looked so heartbroken that you immediately leaped out of bed and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him gently down beside you.
He set the items down on the bedside table as you looked down into your lap, neither of you speaking a word for several moments.
"Did.. did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry if it was about the other day, I never meant for it to go that direction, honestly.." His breath hitched on the last few words. "I.. I don't know what came over me."
Something in you decided to be the bold one for once, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "No, don't apologize. It's my fault for acting so weird— I just didn't know how to react, really, after what happened. And I basically fell onto you, so definitely on me." You hoped you sounded as apologetic as you felt.
He sighed and shook his head. "I— I was just taking Yuji's advice— never mind, it's stupid anyways."
"Ah, nothing. Nothing at all." He reached over you and grabbed the mug of hot chocolate, putting it gently into your hands. "Here, made this for you."
You couldn't help but let a little smile onto your face at his super sweet gesture, nudging him playfully on his arm in thanks.
He watched you as you sipped the warm drink slowly, sighing in utter bliss as it traveled down your throat, warming you up.
"Mmm." You hummed in affirmation.
"Wait— there's something on your lips."
"Oh!" You looked around for a napkin to wipe off the drink. As you turned to ask Megumi if he had one, he slammed his lips into yours, pulling hard at your bottom lip as a tiny sound escaped from the bottom of your throat.
He pulled away with a wet smack, raking a hand through his messy hair. "There. Now it's gone."
You weren't sure what to say anymore— it had been such a shock. But you just couldn't deny that something in you had liked it, craved it even, and didn't want him to stop doing it. It had just felt good.
He grabbed the mug from your hands and put it back, pushing you gently onto the bed as he laid on top of you, gently stroking your fingers with his thumb once more.
"Don't tell me you didn't want that either, I saw it in your eyes that day. And I've been wanting to do that since forever— guess I just wanted to go for it and see what happened.."
Not wanting for him to doubt himself any longer, you leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips in reassurance.
"It was a bit sudden, but— but I've wanted you to do that too." You admitted bashfully, hiding your face behind your hair.
He gently brushed your locks out of your face as he looked down at you, eyes shining. "You're just so damn pretty." He whispered, pressing feather like kisses all over your face as he went lower and lower onto your neck.
Was he going too fast? You let all doubts escape your mind, biting your lip as he sucked on one particularly sensitive spot, closing your eyes as a flash of lightning lit up the room for a split second.
Noticing your tensed body, Megumi frowned in worry as he stopped, wondering if you were afraid of the storm again.
"I— I just really, really don't like thunder. Or lightning, for that matter." As if on cue, you spoke.
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around your waist as you leaned into him, face buried in his chest.
"You're safe in here with me, don't worry. Besides, the loudness can drown out all the other sounds you're gonna make soon—"
Just as Nobara had done with Yuji earlier, you gave him the gentlest smack possible on his cheek. "Shut up, Fushiguro."
He smirked as he started to straddle you, leaning in for yet another long kiss. "Make me."
"About damn time!" Outside your room, two figures silently mouthed at one another, pumping their fists in the air as they took a few photos and raced away to show your senpais and Gojo sensei.
Did you like Megumi Fushiguro? Well, it had taken an entire storm for you to realize it.
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