"Nobody." You roll your eyes as the duo emerge from around the corner, grins on their faces.

"You were definitely talking about someone." Suguru joins in on your conversation.

"Nope. Not talking about anyone. Right, Shoko?" You look towards your best friend for help.

"Yep. We weren't talking about anyone." She gives a rather unconvincing smile.

The two boys chuckle as you groan and bury your face in your hands. You loved Shoko dearly, but sometimes you swear she was Satan’s spawn sent directly to punish you for things you did in your past life.

“Geez, so convincing.” You deadpan.

“Don’t worry, babe, anyone you hate, I hate too.” Satoru gave you a flirty smile as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

As you spend more time with the boy, you’ve come to learn that he is a very touchy-feely person. He always had a hand somewhere on your body. And especially so when you were with friends. Not that you minded. Every touch sent a jolt through your body, accompanied by a (very) obvious blush.

You always found yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to hug him, cuddle with him, hell, even just holding hands in the way that couples do, only to be embarrassingly snapped out of your daydreams by Shoko.

It was safe to say you were hopelessly enamoured with him.

“I don’t hate anyone.” You shrug him off of you, standing up and walking away, taking Shoko with you.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He called out after you.

Right. The four of you had dinner plans that had taken quite a long time to formulate.

“Yep!” You yelled back, not bothering to look at him.

“You’re looking forward to dinner.” The brunette stated.

“Of course I am. I’m not the one paying.”

“Yeah, because that’s totally the only reason why you instantly agreed when he asked you.”

“Whatever.”

The two of you walked back to your dorms, already talking about how the night was going to play out. “We’re going to get so drunk and then Satoru is going to pull his head out of his ass and confess.” Shoko chuckled.

“As if.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. There was no way anyone could ever get the Satoru Gojo to confess any sort of feelings. Hell, he probably didn’t even have any for you. At least, not romantically…

“You never know.” Shoko nudged your shoulder.

“Whatever. If anything, I would be the one confessing.” You groan. “I’d rather die.”

“Sure you would. But we both know you’d rather kiss that idiot.”

"Shut up!"  You finally reached your dorm and quickly went to get changed out of your uniforms.

Once you finished changing, you met back up with the brunette, who was already waiting for you outside, and began walking to the restaurant where Satoru and Suguru were already waiting.

The restaurant seemed quite busy when the two of you arrived, but you were greeted by a hostess and brought to a quiet, more isolated room. Satoru's eyes immediately lit up when his eyes landed on you.

He gently patted the seat beside him, signalling you to sit with him. Seeing his excitement when you arrived was enough to make you stay frozen in place. He looked unreal in his outfit. Maybe it’s because you’re so used to seeing him in the school’s uniform, or maybe it’s just the way he is. But the flush on your face didn’t help your situation.

“What are you waiting for? Go sit.” Shoko snapped you out of your thoughts with a quick nudge to your back.

You stumbled forward, quickly regaining your balance and taking the seat next to Satoru, but not before sending a glare toward Shoko. But unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of blue eyes were staring at you, taking in your figure.

“Let’s start figuring out what we should eat then, shall we?” Suguru finally broke the silence.

“Right.” You shift your gaze away from the brunette, to your menu, catching Satoru turning away from you. Weird.

“Anyone up to get a little tipsy?” Satoru flashed a cheeky grin, pulling out a sleek credit card.

“You know it.” Suguru matched his best friend’s grin, flagging down the waiter to get the drinks.

You watched in amusement as your friends started taking shot after shot, growing more and more tipsy as time went by. Soon enough, you were stuck with three very wobbly friends, all clinging to each other to keep themselves upright.

“I feel like I’m about to puke.” Satoru groaned.

“Me too.” Shoko leaned on the white-haired boy for support.

How were you going to get these idiots back to their dorms? An audible sigh escaped your lips as you turned to Suguru, the only other person in your group with self-restraint. He looked fairly sober for the amount of drinking he did. “I’ll take that idiot home, you take the other?” He pointed towards Satoru and Shoko respectively.

“Deal.” You watch as the boy starts peeling his friends away from each other.

“Noooo I dun wanna go with you!” The blue-eyed boy flails his arms, effectively pulling himself out of the boy's grasp. “Wan’ go wif you…” He reached for you.

“I can’t carry you, you big oaf.” You groan, looking at Suguru for some support. 

To your absolute horror, he was already walking away with Shoko on his back. What a great friend.

“I’m not dragging you back.” You pulled Satoru to a nearby bench. “Wait here.”

He barely mumbled a response before you walked off to a nearby vending machine. 

“Drink up.” You threw the water bottle at him, watching it hit his head and land on the ground.

“‘Kay.” He reaches for the bottle, unscrewing the cap and takes a big gulp. 

The two of you sat for a while, waiting for the boy to regain some sense of consciousness before you made your way back to the school.

“Feeling any better?” 

“Sorta.” 

He was considerably more aware and sober than he was just a few minutes ago. Maybe it’s in his genes.

“Let’s go then.” You start walking.

The walk was silent, you had decided to take a walk through the local park on your way back. It was peaceful. But something was… off. Satoru was quiet. Too quiet.

Initially, you would’ve shrugged it off, until you suddenly tripped on a protruding root in the middle of the walkway. You felt an arm wrap about your waist, pulling you back up and spinning you around.

Bright blue eyes stare at you from the top of his sunglasses, gaze shifting from one feature of your face to the next before finally settling on your lips. You knew where he was looking, he knew where he was looking.

“Satoru…” He leaned down towards you, closing his eyes. 

Your heartbeat sped up as you closed your eyes as well, stepping up onto your toes in hopes of finally feeling his lips on yours. Only… you never felt his lips. 

“We can’t be doing this.” He seemed to be having a moment of sobriety, slightly pushing you away. “I think the alcohol is getting to me again.”

“Huh-?” You stumbled back.

“Forget this ever happened. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.” He started walking ahead of you.

“What do you mean?” You cock your head to the side. “We’ve been flirting with each other for as long as I can remember. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“No, it doesn’t. It was a mistake. We were a mistake.”

Those few words were enough to make you spiral, thinking back to all the moments you shared. The late-night calls, the flirty remarks, even all of the times when he’d get all up in your space and cuddle up to you. 

A mistake. Those words rang in your head like a mantra. Flirting with you was a mistake? Maybe it was the few shots you took earlier because you were suddenly feeling more ballsy. All of your pent-up emotions were suddenly starting to spill out like word vomit.

“A mistake? So you’ve been leading me on the entire time?” Everything on your mind began spewing out. “Is your ego so big that you think you can just get anyone to fall for you? Or was it a bet? Did Suguru offer you something you couldn’t refuse?”

“Now wait just a minute-” Satoru tried to speak but you just kept going.

“No! You don’t get to just string me along and make me develop feelings for you just to tell me it was a ‘mistake’! Do you even feel the same?”

“It’s complicated.” The boy sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. “Just let me-”

“Yes or no, Satoru. That’s all I need to know.”

He sighs, looking very hesitant to give you his response. It’s clear he’s struggling with his inner turmoil as he finally begins to formulate his response. “No. I don’t.” He turns away. 

You watch heartbrokenly as he begins to walk away, leaving you with nothing but shattered memories of the time you spent together.

Another cough shook his body, reminding him that he was in no state to attend class. He sighed, tossing his phone onto the opposite side of the bed before curling back up under the warmth of his multiple blankets as he drifted off back to sleep. Painfully unaware of the calls he was receiving from you.

“Megs?” You knocked on his door.

After the first twenty minutes of class had gone by and no sign of him, you were worried. Yes, you saw him earlier when you woke up in his arms, and he looked fine, just a little groggy. But you just assumed the tired look in his eyes was from him waking up a few minutes prior. But seeing as his desk was empty, you knew it was something more than that.

“Are you okay? You weren’t in class today.” You sighed. There was no answer. And something told you that he wasn’t going to answer the door.

You were honestly about to give up hope until you heard the lock click and the door crack open just as you were about to leave. Megumi peeked his head out ever so slightly, his eyes softening as they landed on your figure.

“What are you doing here?” He coughed.

“You weren’t in class.”

“I wasn’t feeling like it.”

“But you never skip class.”

You took a good look at your boyfriend in front of you. Disheveled hair, bright red cheeks, tired eyes. Everything pointed to the same thing. He was sick. But knowing Megumi, he wasn’t about to admit it out loud.

He was a stubborn boy. One that didn’t like showing how he felt. But he didn’t have to, because you were always there. You understood him in a way that most people could only imagine. So you could easily tell what was going on.

“You’re sick.” You stated.

“No, I’m not.” He quickly tried to deflect the statement, but the hoarse cough he let out did nothing to help him.

“Yeah right.”

You pushed Megumi into the dorm, letting yourself in. Despite his protests, he didn’t try to force you out. He knew you meant well, after all.

“‘m fine.” The boy continued to insist.

“Just get back into bed.” You shooed him away towards his bed.

Megumi reluctantly laid back down on his bed as you got to work. You already had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t feeling well before you showed up at his door. So you came prepared.

He let out a soft sigh as he felt you place a damp cloth over his forehead. His fever had left him feeling all warm and sluggish throughout the day, and the cloth felt like heaven to him.

With him finally relaxing, you got back to work preparing some soup for him with the groceries you had just bought for him.

He was still being stubborn. Constantly insisting that he didn’t need you to take care of him. “You’ll get sick too,” was his excuse.

“You’re sick because I dragged you out into the rain. The least I can do is take care of you.” You sat beside his bed, a tray of soup on your lap.

“It’s fine.”

The boy wasn’t going to let up, he didn’t want to be a bother to you by having you take care of him because had a measly fever.

“No.” You pushed another spoonful of soup into his mouth. “I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”

“I don’t want you getting sick too.”

“That’s a shame. Because I’m not leaving.” You place a quick kiss on his temple and continue to hold the spoon out.

When he saw the determined look on your face, Megumi sighed, knowing you were serious. So, he accepted defeat, allowing you to feed him the soup and then eventually, the medicine.

“Now go back to sleep. I’ll leave you alone now.” You grabbed your bag, ready to leave him alone for the night to rest after cleaning up.

But as you were walking away, you felt a warm hand gently grab your wrist. “Stay…” A small whisper was thrown out.

He didn’t want you to leave. Not after your actions brought him so much comfort. It brought back memories of his sister. In a way, you reminded him of her. Your smile, the warm, comfortable feeling you brought him. Except, you had this… this look in your eyes whenever you looked at him. One filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated love.

You dropped your bag down again, letting it slump on the wooden floor as you knelt beside his bed, staring at him.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked.

Megumi shook his head, pulling you closer until you were beside him under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed up against his chest while he rested his chin on your head.

You were still processing the fact that he was clinging to you, he’d never been so touchy-feely with you — with anyone for that matter. Maybe it was just the fever fogging his brain. Not that you minded.

Even if it meant catching whatever bug he had, you would graciously accept the physical affection you were receiving from your boyfriend.

He looked down at you, smiling a little, as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You turned to face him better and placed a kiss of your own on his lips. He eagerly returned it, pressing up to you again, keeping his lips locked onto yours.

Once you broke the kiss, he yawned. Being sick was taking a toll on him, not that he cared all that much. Why would he? He had you in his arms. And that was all that mattered.

“I love you…” He croaked.

“I love you too.” You kissed him one more time for good measure. “Now go to sleep.”

“Will you stay?”

“Always.”

❀ if he ever sees anyone getting too close to you (whether you let them or not), he'll be sure they never do it again

❀ he's not afraid to show his hatred towards other guys that get close to you

❀ after the first time dazai came up to you with the offer to commit double suicide with him, akutagawa wouldn't let him come within a twenty foot radius of you

❀ fully prepared to kill someone he doesn't like

❀ constantly asks questions as a sense of reassurance that you won't leave him for someone else

❀ constant hugs from behind when you're out

❀ silent kind of jealousy

❀ he won't make a scene, but once you guys get home, he'll pull you into a tight hug and finish it off with a kiss

❀ "you're mine. or do i have to remind you?"

❀ has a habit of just shutting down when his jealousy gets the better of him (but he can easily be coaxed out of it with a kiss)

❀ one time, the two of you were on the bus and the guy next to you fell asleep on your shoulder and it set him off

❀ he immediately pushed the guy off and switched seats with you

❀"who were you just talking to?"

❀ no matter how jealous he is, he'll never take it out on you

Before you could fully make it out of the room, Megumi was right beside you. His looming figure staring down at you with a hint of annoyance.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He scoffed.

“Anywhere that’s not in there.” You shrugged. “Class is over and I’d rather not spend the rest of my day in the classroom.”

You began walking in silence down the hall, occasionally sneaking glances at each other and linking fingers as you went. As you got closer to the front of the school, you were suddenly reminded of the fact that it was raining outside. The sound of the rain hitting the ground drew you in as you stopped to look outside.

Megumi stopped as well, his eyes switching from you to the weather outside. His eyes narrowed as if he knew what you were thinking. And he was right. You turned to look at him with wide, mischievous eyes.

“No.” The boy stopped you before you could suggest some stupid idea.

“But.” You pout.

“Absolutely not.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, looking up at Megumi with pleading eyes. He already knew what you wanted to do without the need to say anything.

But when he looked away with a stern resolve, your fake sadness started turning into disappointment.

“Alright…” You feigned innocence before stripping off your jacket and shoes.

If he wasn’t going to join you, you might as well have a little fun yourself. You toss your jacket to Megumi and kick your shoes to the side.

“What are you doing?” The boy eyes you.

“Enjoying the weather!” You yell as you rush through the door into the courtyard, quite literally soaking up the rain.

Megumi just watched as you began splashing around the puddles, a small smile ghosting his lips. You were in your element, happily spinning around and the rain as it dotted your face.

As your excitement began to fade into something more serene, you thought it would be a good idea to lay down, looking up at the sky and the rain continued to pour, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. You stared up, admiring the clouds that filled the sky before eventually closing your eyes to focus solely on the feeling of the water.

It wasn’t until you felt a presence approaching that you opened your eyes to see a pair of dark eyes staring down at you.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” Your face splits into a grin.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, helping you stand up.

You take his hand, pulling him to a large puddle forming in the middle of the courtyard, jumping straight in without a second thought. And because you were holding onto his hand, he had no choice but to follow.

Despite his dislike for the rain, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over him as he watched you smile, drenched hair clinging to your face. He was absolutely smitten with you, even if he would never admit it to anyone.

His thoughts were abruptly stopped when you took his hand with yours, placing your other on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He looks down as your feet start to move, guiding him back and forth.

“Dance with me!” You continue to move, pushing him back and pulling him forward as you smile.

Megumi couldn’t help but return your expression. Your smile was just so contagious. His body moved on its own, leading you, spinning you, smiling when you would step on his toes. He completely ignored the dizziness that followed once you stopped moving.

You stared into his eyes, taking in his soaked form. Hair sticking flat on his face, clothes dripping with water. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, a certain look on his face. A begging look. For permission to kiss you. Not because he’s afraid you’ll reject his affections, but because he wants to make sure you want it too.

His silent question was answered when you leaned in, pressing your lips together. He was quick to wrap one hand around the back of your neck, the other finding its way to your waist, pulling you closer. Once you pull away, you notice he was shivering. Which also led you to start shivering.

Megumi was quick to notice your body shaking as he started pulling you back towards the school entrance. “Come on, you’ll catch a cold.”

“‘Kay.” You follow him.

When you walk in, you’re immediately greeted by Megumi’s divine dogs, quietly watching over your belongings. Once they spot you, they immediately abandon their sitting position and run over to the two of you, tackling you.

“Hello, my little cuties! Did you miss me?” You happily begin playing with the pair. Megumi usually doesn’t call upon them unless they’re necessary when fighting curses, but sometimes, you get lucky and he summons them for you.

As you continue showering them with affection, you can hear Megumi grumble from beside you. Even after the past few months of dating, he still can’t believe that his divine dogs always choose you over him.

“Don’t be jealous, Megs. I’m just that lovable.” You flash a sly smile.

“‘m not jealous.” He quickly refutes.

“Sure you’re not.”

With a quick roll of his eyes, Megumi retrieves your belongings and starts walking back to your dorm rooms, already knowing you’d follow. You get up and trail just behind him, his divine dogs on either side of you.

Once you finally arrived in front of Megumi’s dorm, you stopped, fully prepared to say goodbye and walk back to your own room. But Megumi had other ideas.

“Aren’t you coming in?” He asked once he noticed your figure standing outside the door.

“Huh? Oh- I was just gonna go back to my room-” You started.

“Just come in.” The boy was quick to cut you off, gesturing you inside.

Before you can protest, you feel one head nudge you into the room, while the other closes the door behind you. Megumi sets all of your stuff down by his bed and gestures to the shower.

“You shower first.” He points.

“Shouldn’t you shower first? It’s your room.”

“Not the point. I don’t want you getting sick.” You hear a slight grumble in his voice.

Megumi didn’t look like he was going to give it up, leaving you no choice but to step into the washroom and shower.

Once the two of you finally warmed up thanks to the shower (and an oversized sweater that Megumi so graciously threw at your face to wear), you settled on his bed, wrapped up in his blanket, his divine dogs nestled on top of you.

“I like this.” You smile.

“You like my dogs.” The dark-haired boy rolls his eyes. “You always beg to see them.”

“They’re adorable! Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because they’re meant for combat against cursed spirits? And besides, you should be wanting to see me more than them.”

The last part of his statement made you laugh. Though it came out as more of a mumble, you were still able to hear it quite clearly.

“I knew it! You are jealous of them.” You poke the boy’s cheek.

“Am not.” He swats your hand away.

“Are too!”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Your playful banter continued going back and forth until Megumi finally decided he had enough, grabbing your face with both hands and placing a firm kiss on your lips. One that you happily reciprocated.

He pulls away, a triumphant look on his face. “There.”

If the flush on your face wasn’t a telltale sign of defeat, your reaction was. You buried yourself under the covers with an audible grumble. A small “I hate you,” to be exact.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” He said softly.

You couldn’t help but appreciate moments like these. Where it was just the two of you, loving each other without others watching. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

♡ always insists on paying for dates (and quite literally fights you to pay)

♡ always has the best stories to tell you about his team

♡ often insists on you to stay home when he has games because he doesn’t want to mess up in front of you (but he plays better when you watch)

♡ kuroo once asked you to walk with kenma to practice because he knows you're the only one who could ensure that he'd follow you, so it became a daily thing

♡ he will literally shoot the nastiest glare at anyone who tries to flirt with you

♡ not too big on pda, but doesn't mind the occasional hand-holding

♡ hugs > kisses (with the exception of forehead kisses)

♡ usually stays up pretty late but insists on you going to bed early

♡ on weekends, he'll think of fun things to do when it's late (baking, a trip to the convenience store, gaming, even just cuddling)

♡ sleepovers all the time

♡ and when you don't sleep over, you'll facetime until you fall asleep

♡ he likes noticing the small things about you that not many people notice (and he'll make sure you know that he knows)

♡ usually a dry texter, but when you guys have deep, late night chats, he's often the one who'll talk/text more

♡ sometimes feels bad for not being the best boyfriend he can be (or at least that what he thinks)

♡ he loves it when you wear his sweaters or t-shirts

♡ gets a little anxious when he's with you around your friends, but always agrees every time you invite him to go with you to hang outs

♡ enjoys laying his head on your lap a lot

♡ the two of you (mainly kenma) get teased a lot by his friends

♡ you would raise one of those digital pets together and he would bug you when you aren’t giving it enough attention

♡ pokes you or tugs at your clothes when he wants you to pay attention to him

♡ matching phone charms with him

♡ he always makes sure you’re hydrated and that you’ve eaten something proper everyday

♡ he’ll set for you if you ever want to practice hitting

♡ he lets you play with and style his hair when you’re bored while he’s gaming

♡ always tells you that claw machines are a scam, but he’d help you win a prize regardless (because for some reason, he pretty much always wins something)

♡ has been thinking about buying a promise ring for the two of you, but is afraid that it’ll be bad luck

✩ he'll always sit silently and listen to you rant about your day or your interests

✩ after a long night of work, he'd make his way to your house and slip into your bed with you and just hold you close

✩ loves being the little spoon

✩ sometimes, when you try walking away from him, he'll use rashomon to wrap around your waist and pull you back

✩ never lets his anger issues get the better of him around you

✩ the best part of his day is to fall into your arms and cuddle until you both fall asleep

✩ and if you're not a touchy-feely person, he'd be more than happy to just enjoy your presence

✩ rarely has emotional moments but when he does, he gets so overwhelmed and just wants to curl up in bed with you

✩ because he works odd hours in the mafia, sometimes you'll wake up to him making breakfast for the two of you, and sometimes he won't wake up until three in the afternoon

✩ at the beginning of your relationship, he absolutely hated physical contact because it reminded him of his days with dazai

✩ constantly afraid of messing up in front of you

✩ but your gentle manner let you bypass his walls

✩ would rather die that admit he's wrong during an argument (until realizes he's gone to far)

✩ you're always the first person he goes to when he gets any form of good news

✩ so good at painting nails (and doing hair)

✩ sometimes, he'd make you listen to a song and tell you "this reminds me of you." whether it's romantic of silly (same with memes)

✩ he loves matching outfits when you guys go out

✩ you better believe he's got incredible fashion sense

✩ absolutely melts when you play with his hair

✩ he has one specific (and unique) pet name for you and would literally kill anyone who refers to you by it

✩ secret hand-holding under the table when you're out with friends

✩ you guys have a son (it's a stray cat that akutagawa begged to keep one night on the way home)