the rager - megumi fushiguro
“and when he looks at me, i swear i can’t breathe”
includes: hockey player!megumi x reader
i.e. with megumi now your boyfriend, you discover his softer side and accompany him to a wild party where he has to defend you when a flirtatious boy won't take no for an answer.
warnings: violence? idk. technically gn!reader but i always write with a fem!reader in mind
a.n. - i'm expecting a lot less likes because it's just a second part, but i still think y'all deserve something since so many of you asked for it <3 enjoy!
it’s been two weeks since your date with megumi, and everything has been going great. surprisingly (or maybe you should've expected it), he took you out to a fancy restaurant, where you ate lavish appetizers, perfectly coiled pasta, and laughed about the not one, not two, but the three forks given to each of you.
the first time he kissed you was right after the date, he had just driven back from the restaurant and was dropping you off at your dorm. you didn't want to go in yet, rocking your heels as you waiting for him to figure out what you wanted.
when he did, you saw a light tint color his cheeks, but he didn't wait long before connecting his lips to yours. it was sweet, gentle, lips moving against yours as he prolonged it for as long as he could.
the entire night was so amazing. and since then, he’s become more and more of a boyfriend type-figure in your life, though neither of you have breached the labeling part yet.
he still walks you to class when his schedule allows, and you spend most meals together at the dining hall. interestingly enough, you discovered that he doesn’t actually live on campus. when you grilled him about why he’s still eating at the dining halls even though he has access to his own kitchen, he just shrugged indifferently.
“because you’re here.” you still smile at the memory.
but ever since you woke up this morning and checked your phone, you’ve been having the worst day.
you found out that one of your “friends” had taken full credit for a group project that both of you have been working on for the entirety of the semester. during the project, she basically ghosted you, barely showed up for class and only did the bare-minimum. at the end, she offered to turn it in for the both of you, and you couldn’t have even expected that she’d end up taking full credit for the assignment, leaving your name completely out of it.
you didn’t even know about any of it until this morning. last night the grades were released, which you didn’t see until you woke up- your heart dropping to your stomach.
you rushed to email your professor, but since today is currently saturday, you’re most likely not going to get a response until the start of next week. which means that you’re just going to have sit with the fact that you were betrayed by someone you trusted, and you have an F for an assignment worth 50% of your grade.
but the part that really freaks you out is the fact that if you fail this class, you won’t be able to take it again for a year- and it might hurt your scholarship.
drowning in stress and misery, you decide to stay in and not go to megumi’s hockey game. your logic: you don’t want to bring the mood down. stupid thinking, you know, but you doubt you’d want to go out after the game anyways.
plus, a headache is already starting to build from your relentless crying and you’re not sure you could handle the loud arena that almost bursts your eardrums every game.
you have a million reasons to not show up, but it doesn’t stop the guilt from eating away at you- just another thing to cry about. but you’re not just sad, you’re also angry; it feels like all the time and effort you put into this project didn’t matter at all.
hours later, you’re knocked out, having cried yourself to sleep. thankfully, your roommate is off somewhere else, probably not going to arrive back until later.
a few knocks sound on the door, and you pull your head up, dazed and stupefied from sleep. knuckles rap against the door again, getting louder. you mumble a slow, “hang on!” before dragging yourself off the bed.
one of your arms is asleep and you hear static in your ears, but you manage to cross the small room and crack open the door.
“hello?” you squint, and the first thing you see is megumi leaning against the doorframe. he's been to your dorm a few times, so you're not surprised to see him coming straight here after your lack of presence at the game.
his relaxed posture quickly straightens when he sees the state that you’re in. he looks you up and down, then focuses on your tear-stained cheeks.
despite your fatigue, butterflies still erupt in your stomach at the new nickname. he first said it- charming and suave- a little while after the first date, and after your giggly reaction, he’s stuck with it ever since.
you nod, pushing the door back to let him through. his eyes scan the bags of candy and the tissue boxes that litter the floor, and he looks at you with with sympathetic eyes.
“don’t look at me like that,” you mumble, arms crossing over yourself. he gestures for you to sit down on your bed, and he crouches in front of you with his hands on your knees.
“are you okay? why weren’t you at the game?” he asks, quietly. guilt knots in your stomach and your eyes move towards the ground, not wanting to see him, but he tilts his head down to meet your eyes again. you roll your head back, feeling slightly embarassed about the whole situation even though none of it is your fault. he nudges you when you refuse to meet his eyes.
practically talking under your breath, you explain the situation before leaning forward to drop your forehead in his neck. his hand reaches up to rub at your back, and he hums when you accidentally let a few more tears out, a few silent sobs wracking your body.
this is so embarassing. you never wanted to be this vulnerable in front of him, but of course he had to come to your dorm at the worst time.
but you couldn’t lie about how sweet it was. of course he wasn’t mad about your absence, more worried if you were okay.
such a megumi thing to do.
he rocks you back and forth for a moment as you calm down, and you pull yourself back up to rub at your eyes.
“i’m sorry,” you mumble. he grabs your hands, pulling them away from your face.
“don't be sorry. you're allowed to be messy, y'know.”
his words, though they sound almost emotionless- a classic trait for megumi- hold a small undertone of intensity. he pulls you up, much to your changrin.
“come on, get dressed. you’re coming with me.”
you sniffle at his words, sending him a pout- not ready to leave the comfort and safety of your dorm. but you feel small curiosity at where he wants to take you, so you eventually change in the bathroom and head out with him.
you realize a bit too late after you got in his car that he’s taking you to his apartment, and as you step inside, you’re impressed by the luxury of it.
the floors are a light, polished wood, with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out upon the campus. minimalist furniture litter the area with a few abstract art pieces on the walls.
“wow. this place is…” your voice trails off, taking it all in. he shrugs.
“it’s a team perk. players get housing stipends if we’re not local. they gave it to me, i didn’t choose it.” he waves a hand, gesturing to all of it.
you raise an eyebrow. how is he so nonchalant about this? the kitchen has custom cabinetry and a waterfall island.
“the university pays for it. so, here we are.” as his gaze settles on you, you give him a fake eye twitch. his mouth twitches into a smile, and he holds up his hands in surrender, like a “yeah yeah, whatever.”
but you guess it makes sense- when you realize its a privilege he didn’t ask for, it seems little less flashy.
plus, it suits him. not the weath of it all, per se, but more the atmosphere. it's high up, quiet, perfect for someone who likes solitude- like megumi. you've noticed he actually tries to avoid social interactions.
a few weeks in and you're still suprised he puts so much effort into your relationship. he barely puts half of what he gives you into his friendships- even itadori.
it makes you feel special.
"well, i'm glad you brought me here. it's cool to see where you've been hiding in all your free time." he scoffs at your words.
"free time? what free time?" you laugh, but he continues. "yeah, well. i thought it was about time to show my girlfriend my place."
girlfriend? oh my god its happening.
you try not to show how excited you are, and turn around so he doesn't see the smile that's blooming on your face. you just nod, humming in agreement. be cool, be cool.
you sit down on the couch, and your back straightens at the expensive-feel, a little self-conscious.
“this couch costs more than my car,” you remark, rushing your hands against the soft fabric. he sits down next to you after handing you a cup of tea (when did he make that?), grabs the remote to turn on a movie, and leans back with an arm around your frame.
“your car’s a beater,” he replies. you glare at him, but he just flashes you a smirk.
and you realize after a moment that he had completely distracted you from your meltdown. you lean back into his arm, and curl up into his side. your...boyfriend. you have a boyfriend. you bite your lip in excitment.
maybe him showing up at the worst time…was the best thing that could’ve happened.
the next day, you’re in class when you get a text from megumi. you smile softly at the nickname you assigned to his contact before you open the message.
gumi:
itadori’s throwing a party tonight if you wanna go
you blink at the message.
you:
party as in house-party? or party as in rager?
his text bubbles pop in and out for a few seconds.
you think about it for a minute before replying. it’s not the worst idea, but you’ve never been with him in a super public space besides class before. hockey’s the #1 sport at your university, and banners with his printed face are hung up everywhere around campus.
at least in class, not everyone’s a hockey fan- not everyone cares. plus, they at least have the decency to leave him alone in an education setting. but at a rager? all bets are off, and you’re a little nervous.
as if he senses your hesitancy, he shoots another text.
gumi:
i’ll stick by you the entire time, promise. you won’t be alone.
that’s not what you’re worried about, but its still sweet of him. you make your decision, feeling soft and gooey at his text.
you:
i’d love to. pick me up at 10pm?
he ‘thumbs up’ your message, and you set your phone down to pay attention to your lecture. though, the only thing on your mind is what you’re going to wear. you can almost picture the disappointed face of your roommate when you undoubtedly dump your entire closet on the floor…again.
you huff a laugh. it’ll be fun.
the house is crammed with people and blasting with music when the two of you walk in, megumi’s arm wrapped firmly around your waist.
he leans in to yell in your ear, “follow me!”
you do as he says, holding onto his black shirt as he weaves through people. shouts of “fushiguro’s here!” and “over here, fushiguro!” sound out from all around you, but he ignores the calls and whistles and continues leading you outside to where you recognize some of his teammates.
yuji waves at megumi, breaking away from his group and jogging over.
"yo! glad you could make it. i was starting to think you weren't gonna show up." itadori's eyes shift you you, and he wolf whistles as he takes you in and your outfit.
"hey, looks like you brought your girl around too! siiick. nice outfit." he gives an exaggerated up-and-down look at your figure.
megumi glowers at him, and pushes you behind his frame. you giggle at him, smiling at his silliness.
megumi shoos yuji away, who's now snickering at his overprotective action. you wave him off, obviously understanding that he's just trying to get a reaction out of megumi. megumi looks down at you, sharp eyes softening at your laughter.
megumi pulls you closer and he leans down to talk so he doesn't have to yell. "you want me to get you a drink, baby?"
you nod up at him. "yeah, sure!"
your chipper mood almost gets a smile out of him, and he gestures for you to wait here as he stalks into the house.
while he's gone, you glance around, noticing all the people talking and laughing around the pool. some are swaying lightly to the music, some hanging in groups talking animately, and some people are even making out on the lounge chairs. it's definitely a rager, itadori did a good job putting it on.
though, you suppose he didn't have to work hard, with him being pretty well known due to hockey. megumi and yuji are two out of the three forwards, with megumi being the center and yuji being one of his wingers.
toge inumaki, the second winger, is next to yuji in his group, almost zoning out as yuji rambles on about who-knows-what. the three of them- megumi, yuji, and toge- are powerful on the ice, and they've been the sole reason why the team has been pretty much undefeated this entire season.
you look back through the windows, and your eyes light up when you spot megumi through one of the kitchen windows. it's dark inside, lights flashing, but his height sets him apart from most of the others.
but your smile fades slightly as two girls approach him, with tight little skirts and kitten heels, laughing at something he said and putting their hands on megumi's arm.
he barely looks their direction and shrugs them off, but you still can't help but feel weird about it. should you go inside? stake your claim?
you snort to yourself then. what, are you an animal or something? those girls must have really messed with your mind. you trust megumi, and he can handle himself.
suddenly, a hand on your shoulder startles you, bringing you out of your thoughts. "hey, remember me?"
you have to force your lips to not curl up in disgust when you recognize the voice speaking to you. you look up, and sure enough, its the same guy who flirted with you at your first hockey game.
he's the one who accidentally threw popcorn in your lap (though now you're realizing it might've just been an excuse to talk to you) and preceeded hit on you throughout the entire two and a half hours.
at his question, you decide to play dumb, and shrug at him.
"not really," you mutter. he just smirks at you.
"aw, well that's okay. you can get to know me now. the name's mark." he says it so confidently, like he's doing you a favor. you get a chill of digust that runs down your spine. he leans in closer to you, and you feel his hot breath on your face.
"hey, i know where itadori's trophies are upstairs. that'd be cool to see right? you'd like that, wouldn't you." he grabs your arm, pulling you towards the house.
you jerk back, with a "no, stop!" trying to pull your arm away, but his hand is tight. when he sees your struggle, he laughs like you're just joking around.
"come onn, don't be like that. it'll be fun, i swear." he crosses his fingers in the air with a leer, and tries to pull you forward again. but before he can get far, he grip is pulled away from you as he's harshly shoved into the pool.
megumi stands there, chest heaving as he looks down at the splashing water.
"sorry baby, there was a line." he says, emotionlessly, not looking up from the now soaking student.
"hey, what the fuck? you're with fushiguro?" the guy yells, eyes widening as he takes in your boyfriend. he raises his hands in the air.
"she wanted it, bro!" your stomach coils at his remark, and you turn towards megumi.
"no, that's not true. i- i didn't want to go with him," your voice is shaky. finally, megumi glances over at you, and just grins darkly.
you breathe in a sigh of relief. he trusts you too, that's good to hear. mark finally climbs out of the pool, clothes dripping with water as he stalks toward the two of you.
"hey, i'm talking to you," he shouts at you over the music, but megumi gets in his face before he can reach you.
"back the fuck off, or i'll make you," megumi seeths at him, looking down with his head tilted and a dangerous glint in his eye.
mark shifts his gaze to you. when megumi notices, he grabs him by the neck and shoves him into the pool again, head first. you gasp at his actions, pulling megumi away, though his hand is no longer connected to the undergrad's neck.
"megumi!" you scold, and you pull him away from the scene. "you can't just do that."
"watch me." megumi rolls his shoulders, giving you a small smirk. but he lets you drag him away towards the house. you're thinking it wasn't the best idea, since its fucking crowded in here, but you suppose is better than your boyfriend getting into a fist fight outside. at least it'll be difficult for mark to find you in here if he comes looking.
megumi's hand finds your waist again with a tight grip, and he leans down to talk in your ear.
"wanna leave, baby?" you think for a minute. do you? but you'd almost feel worse letting some random jerk-face ruin your night. you shake your head at him, and with a smile you pull him towards some people dancing in the center of the room.
hours later, the night is a blur and you're thoroughly drunk. people have tried to approach megumi multiple times, but he just waves them off, his focus entirely on you. somehow, you've never felt safer. megumi keeps you locked to his side, ocassionally leaning down to bring his lips to yours, only pulling back when you need air.
eventually, when you're too drunk to stand, he pulls you towards his car, drives back to your dorm, and tucks you safetly into bed. though- not that you remember, anyway.
two days after the party, you woke up on monday to an email from your professor that he fixed your grade.
turns out, your partner has a history of doing this to other students, and your professor believed you right off the bat, your grade now sitting pretty as an A.
when you called megumi to share the news, he proposed that you should go out with him after his practice to celebrate.
the week blurred past, filled with picnic dates and late night ice cream trips after his practices.
and now, sitting in one of the arena chairs as you watch him glide across the ice at a game, you truly couldn't be happier.
the arena is a blur of sounds and colors, with cheers and chants echoing off the walls and the sharp crack of sticks filling the air. the booming thuds of bodies against the boards shake the seats, and the the voices of the crowd rise and fall like thunder.
you lean forward with your elbows on your knees, chin resting on the tops of your hands as you watch the match. the game so far has been relentless- fast and brutal, and megumi is everywhere at once. darting between players, his stick a blur; it's like he's not even playing a game anymore, it's like he's hunting, instinctively chasing the puck.
this is him- at his best, most raw form of being. when he scores, the arena erupts, chants of "fu-shi-gur-o!" so loud you can feel the bass of it rumbling throughout your whole body.
the scoreboard flashes, and his teammates pile onto him. eventually, he shakes them off, standing up, his eyes finding you in the stands. for just a second, the world narrows to just the two of you.
you laugh, breathless, and wave at him. he mouth pulls slowly into a small grin.
after the game, you're familiar enough with the arena to find the locker room, leaning against the wall as you wait for megumi to walk out.
you're scrolling on your phone when a notification pops up from a local sports newsource. you've subscribed to it so you can know if anything important comes out about megumi.
“Breaking News: NHL Scouts Present at Tonight’s Game”
your eyebrows shoot up at the title, and you're only able to read a bit of the article when the locker room doors push open and your boyfriend walks out.
his onyx hair is damp from a shower, his sweat-stained jersey nowhere to be seen. he sees you against the wall, and strolls over to you until he's standing over you.
"hey." at his short greeting, you smile. "hey yourself." his hands come down to rest on your hips, and he bends his head down to connect his lips to yours.
his teammates whistle as they walk by, but he pays them no mind.
it’s only until later that night, when you're sitting on his couch eating pizza, that he brings it up.
“so...some NHL scouts were here tonight,” he says casually, tossing another slice of pepperoni onto your plate. you send a look his way, already pretty full from the two already in your stomach. but he sends you a look of his own, and you start eating it with a grumble and a hidden smile.
“they want me to go pro after graduation,” he continues.
you freeze. “really?” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “i said yes.”
your stomach drops at his confession. “gumi...wow. i mean, that's huge.” at your words, he nods, slightly, leaning back in his seat.
it's silent for a moment, your head deep in thought. you don't want to be selfish- but you feel like you just got him, and now he's being ripped away from you. you both only have a year left before you graduate.
a year that once felt so long, but now feels so short.
his hand finds your knee under the table, his fingers tracing lazy circles.
“but I’m not going anywhere without you.”
you blink at him. “what?” he tilts his face towards you, his face shaded beneath his hair.
his tone is slow, soft. “i don’t care if it’s the NHL, or even some minor league in the middle of nowhere. i want you to come with me.”
you laugh, thinking he's joking, but it comes out shaky anyways.
“watch me," he interrupt, and you're reminded of how he looked at you at the part a week ago. a sharp, intense look, softened only by the affection in his gaze.
"okay," you whisper. and you leave it at that.
you're not sure what's going to happen. but you don't think you'll mind, as long as you're with him.
my fingers are cramping i was writing so fast. aaand on that note, it's not proofread! sorry if there are mistakes.
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