android series - megumi Part 1 (1.2k words)
(Disclaimer: can be taken romantically or platonically)
Megumi can feel your hand. A touch so small, yet so impactful. It makes him at ease, as if your touch was a barrier against all of the tough times that have happened. You bring him peace, a respite. When he holds your hands, he finds himself smiling. He looks up at you and finds your eyes sparkling with amusement. He can hear your giggles, your laughs as you pull him closer into a hug. He hugs back, a chuckle rising out of him.
This moment… He misses it, it’s been such a long time since you-
Wait… The gears start shifting in his brain. And he comes to a conclusion. He frowns as your image slowly disappears. “Ah”, he thinks. “I’m in a dream again aren’t I?”
His world comes to a close. The dreamy warmth escapes from his clutches again. He sighs, too tired to stay in this dream. And so he wakes up.
Megumi’s eyes blink wide open. The same view greets him again and again. The same old sky, the same shade of blue which will turn to a deep vibrant mix of red and purple and back into the night. The colors repeat. The day repeats. The cycle continues and he is left waiting for you. For your return. He sighs, the breath leaving him strips him of hope. There is an emptiness inside his chest. A deep despair that clings onto his ribs like an icky tar. But he breathes in and he remembers your warmth, remembers the sound of your voice, and he is given some form of hope. A deep yearning.
He sits up, arms pulling his legs closer to his chest. He looks up at the sky and hopes and hopes. That someday he will be able to see you again. He can’t despair yet. He just has to wait, or so he tells himself. Megumi still remembers the promise the both of you made on that day. He knows you wouldn’t break it ever and so he continues to wait faithfully.
Days and days pass by with no fruitful event. The place here is quiet. The concept of time felt foreign to him. Each day he sleeps and each day he awakens and continues to wait. He doesn’t really move from his spot, other than the usual stretching to make sure his joints don’t get stuck. He stays in one place because that’s what you told him. He knows that you will return one day, or that’s what he believes to be the truth. Each night he returns back into your warmth, or the warmth he remembers of you. To him, you were like a flame. A flame that’s never burned him but rather, kept him from the cruel bony hands of the cold. A flame that’s melted his heart. A flame that only gives love. If he held out his hands he could imagine it. He cradles it and hugs it, it’s a warmth he’s missed so much
Time continues to pass on and flow like a river. The cold slowly seeps into his heart. The warmth has faded away. “Ah”, he thinks as he stares into the night sky. “I wish I was able to eat more of your cooking before you left.” He could still remember it so clearly… Androids usually don’t eat food as they don’t need it, but the first time you cooked for him, he was so surprised. He savors the taste, even if he can’t exactly remember what it was. The slow whirring of his processing equipment makes him recall how he is becoming duller each day. He wondered if he would shut down before having the chance to meet you again. Nevertheless, he continues to think back to those days. He enjoyed your cooking. Megumi peers into the distance, wondering if he could make the same meal. He wondered if you would come back if he did. But he diminished the thought. A silly idea it was, but he can’t help but foolishly want to believe it. But he continues to sit there, unmoving like a stone.
He remembers back to when he first met you. He remembers the feeling of your hands as you tried to haul him out of the dumpster, mumbling on about how he’s so heavy. During that point, he didn’t care to do anything, too focused on being on the brink of death to push you off of him. He was left abandoned by his creator, having failed in his usefulness. Deemed a failure and tossed out like trash. He lets himself be carried in your arms, drifting in and out of consciousness. He remembers awakening in your living room and panicking at first. Distrustful of your intentions and feared the worst that could happen. Needless to say, he was quite snappy and hostile for the first month. Still, he didn’t make an effort to leave. He had nowhere to go and if his company ever saw him, they would probably just dispose of him again.
But with time, he slowly got used to you. He was still unsure of you, as no sane person who just drags a beat-up Andriod to their home. However, he saw no ill intentions in your eyes and you always spoke to him with kindness. Time begins to blur as he continues to stay with you, and during those times, he learns to trust again. And little by little, open up to you. His hostile edges melted away, and sometimes he would smile even, crack a joke here or there. One of the most distinct memories he has is of cooking with you. He tells you about he prefers sweet foods and simple dishes, particularly those of omurice and daifuku. You smile and tease him a little, making a comment on how his taste is a bit child-like.
He would grumble from your teasing and try to change the subject but he could see the amusement crinkling in your eyes as you continue to smile. Those afternoons were filled with bright laughter.
Megumi stares up into the bright sun. It’s another day of waiting. But no worries, he can handle it, he always could. He closes his eyes and basks in the sunlight. In the back of his mind, he wonders if his hands are still as warm as you remember. He wonders if your hands are warm too… Wherever you were.
Minutes tick by slowly. The passage of time has run its course. It’s harder to even move his neck now. He doesn’t know what day it is. He stopped counting after the 12,000th day. Vines have grown around his feet, creeping up to his legs. The grassy nature has covered the land by now. Still, he doesn’t do anything but wait for your arrival. He’s surprised at himself for continuing this long. But nevertheless, he strides forward, holding on for another day. The vines grow around him. He continues to hope. The dust settles on top of him. He continues to hope. All of the lights have shut down. He continues to hope. All of the power is turning off. He continues to hope. Even with his robotic parts all tattered and bare, he continues to hope. Because he has nowhere to go; has nothing to do but remember your love. He closes his eyes for the final time. And drifts back into a dream. A dream where he could live with you again. To revisit your apartment and chuckle at your shenanigans. To enjoy the peace that existed between the two of you. Imagining about it makes him smile.
Oh, how he can’t wait to see you again…
The robot sits in silence. Waiting for an eternity, a day that will never come. Yet he continues to hope that you didn’t break your promise, you said you wouldn’t and he trusts in your words.
I didn’t mean to make this a series. It all started when I wanted to k word my friend with angst but then I started to think about the world and other characters and now I have a semi-plot. I apologize if there’s any grammar mistakes and all!
Right now, megumi’s part takes place in the future. It’s an inescapable one too. The next part will be featuring gojo and we will now go back to the past.
Tbh I’m not sure when I’ll update it but I do have plans to write for it as of now. I have written a basic outline as of what’s to happen.
This will be my first time making a series so please be patient! I’m writing this for fun.
I’m thinking of having a gojo, itadori, and nobara part written out and the rest is in the void. Honestly this can be taken romantically or platonically for any character. So interpret it any way you like!
Feel free to leave any comments! It’s fun to interact and listen to people’s thoughts on it! I would appreciate it very much!
@sebassy for you bestieee! 🥰 Hope you enjoy! 💖
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