#brb dying

houses like tombs by Insomniac_with_dreams

“Hello, is this Megumi Fushiguro?”

It’s a man’s voice.

“Yes,” Megumi says. “Who is this?”

“Ah, forgive the multiple calls, but I have some very important business to discuss with you. I’m Kenji Tajiro, Satoru Gojo’s lawyer.”

A week later Megumi is sitting in a clinically white and sleekly modern office building in the heart of Tokyo. Jennifer is at his feet, alert, her leash held loosely in Megumi’s grasp. Yuji is sitting on his right, leg bouncing and clad in his “nicest pair of joggers”. He has Megumi’s other hand nearly crushed in his grip. The dog is alert, Yuji is a ball of nerves.

Megumi feels nothing.

I'm Learning About the Meanings of Words I Don't Know by HotCocoaaa

If he’s asked, Fushiguro Megumi will say he doesn’t have parents. 

“He was always this real grumpy guy, yeah?” Yuuji had said a week ago, a corner of his mouth ticking up. “Like, total geezer. I’d go to visit him all the time, and I’d bring flowers and nice stuff to cheer him up, and he’d just yell at me to, ‘get gone, boy! Quit bringing me shit and go and do something worthwhile!’”

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he admits, small, timid, and knows Satoru doesn’t believe him one bit by the way his face does something complicated. A smile, a grimace, a wince.

“Of course not,” he says, and it sounds just as unsteady as Megumi feels.

Sometimes, he hates himself.

"To Chase" by diggingupthegrave

Megumi has never thanked the man who raised him.

Strawberry Avalanche by Insomniac_with_dreams

Satoru came into Megumi’s life smelling like synthetic strawberry. It’s his gum, snapping between his teeth as he grins down at Megumi over the dark rims of his glasses. He’s never without the fruity candy. Has a pack of it tucked into his back pocket that he pulls out every few hours to refresh the light pink wad he pulls out of his mouth and sticks in inappropriate places. Megumi wrinkles his nose, leaning back dramatically, kicking out at his shin. Satoru steps back fluidly, laughing, reaching down to rub his hand into the top of Megumi’s head.

A Father That Stepped Up by fallen_leaves

For a second, he wonders what he'd actually call him. A guardian? Or perhaps just a caretaker?

To anyone else they might look like a family but he knows that can't be it because Megumi doesn't know what the word family means. What he does know is that people lie and people leave. And it's only a matter of time before Gojo leaves too, right? So he knows not to get too attached and he knows not to expect him to stay forever. And though Megumi might know a lot of things, he doesn't know Gojo Satoru yet.

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Little snippets of Megumi's childhood.

The Man Who Knew Infinity by fallen_leaves

He was sixteen when a spear shoved through his throat and seventeen when his best friend's words pierced through his heart. At eighteen, Gojo Satoru vowed to never let anyone in again.

Or; Satoru doesn't let his infinity down. Little Megumi wonders why. He'll gladly take on the challenge to get Satoru to turn off his infinity, even for once, within a week.

Head-strong and stubborn? Wonder whom he takes after.

Mirror by Ellafaye

In which Megumi is just like his father.

OR...

Three times someone else told Megumi about how similar he and Gojo are, and the one time Gojo saw it for himself.

Of migraines and space adventures by TimeExperiencer

Gojo is sick and little Megumi - still trying to figure out what it means having Gojo in his life - does not know how to handle this situation.

...least of all when the guy tries to pull him into a conversation. But Megumi's trying his best.

Fluffy moments, unprompted life advice, and a discussion about space octopuses ensue.

another day, another breath by yumex0010

It takes a bit more soft coaxing, until Megumi finally peeks over the covers. His eyes are red-rimmed, and the tip of his nose glows pink in the moonlight.

Gojo’s heart stammers. Megumi had been crying. The emotionless, bratty kid that had stubbornly squeezed past the iron defences of Gojo’s heart, has been in pain and is crying.

“Megumi,” Gojo says softly, at a loss for words.

At this time of the night, in this mood, with sleep dragging the vowels of his words into something quiet and raspy, Gojo can’t find the energy to joke. Instead, he leans in, hands ready to scoop the little boy up and hide him from the rest of the world. Then, he stops. Megumi probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

The first words that come out of Megumi’s mouth are unexpected. “I’m a bad person.”

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or: Megumi is hurt, and Gojo does his best to take care of him. Cue a night of trembling hands, dinosaur bandaids, and glow-in-the-dark stars.

could it shine down here with you? by nothingsnew

“Dad.”

He whispers, the word slipping out from his lips so naturally that it hurts him.

or..

the five times megumi 'accidentally' called gojo 'dad' (or didn't mean it) and the one time he did it on purpose

Pottery with Gilded Cracks (Or the Dust it Becomes) by Crescent_River

“Oh.” It clicks. Well, that explained a lot. “I didn’t know Gojo Sensei had a son.”

Megumi looks at him, stunned as silence hangs heavily in the air, hand falling away from his face at last.

“Wait a second,” he raises his hands. “I think there has been some sort of mistake-”

...

Five times Megumi is mistaken for being Gojo's son (despite the 'truth') and one time he accepts that he is

this is all i have for now, hope you like it