Thank you for the cute idea; however, you didn't specify anything, so I ran with it. You sent this ask to me on 31st Dec 2025, and I'm more than fashionably late atp, so apologies for the delay. The plot I originally had in mind was tooā¦ angsty and frankly boring, so instead I wrote this for you. Hope you enjoy it.
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Iād really like to know your stoner Megumi hcs (bc Iām in love with how you write him.ā¦ I think he and Suguru would get along great.
The gummie is giving me the strength currently to send this ask
*runs away*
Bro, bro, bro.
I was just thinking about this because my brain is running fast with ideas for his ending in third wheeling. š¤£š¤£ But these will be without spoilers, but yeah, they get high multiple times in it because the reader is unhinged.
Stoner!Fushiguro Megumi Headcanons
Megumi doesnāt use gummies to party. He uses it to go offline.
He treats getting high the way other people treat taking a bath. Itās functional and private. Itās for when the world is too loud and his brain wonāt shut up. If people start being loud or sloppy around him while heās high, he will silently relocate to another room without announcing it.
He absolutely gets couch-locked. Not in a goofy way but in a āsitting upright on the couch, staring at the TV thatās been paused for twenty minutesā way.
He knows heās thirsty.
He knows the water bottle is two feet away.
He will not move.
Someone will eventually go, āMegumi, do you want water?ā
And he will quietly say, āYes.ā
And still not move.
He becomes extremely absorbed in whatever heās watching. It doesnāt matter if itās a documentary, anime, or a stupid reality show; he watches like itās a legal case heās building in his head. If someone tries to talk to him during it, he gets that slightly irritated Megumi look and just says, āIām following this.ā
High!Megumi reorganizes things.
Not in a manic way but in a hyper-focused, meticulous way. He will suddenly decide the living room layout is wrong and begin shifting furniture by inches until it āfeels right.ā Nobody else sees the difference. He absolutely does.
He also starts lining things up. Shoes. Remotes. Coasters. If something is crooked, it will bother him in a way he cannot ignore.
He gets randomly very affectionate in a subtle Megumi way.
He doesnāt suddenly turn cuddly; he just sits closer. His shoulder touches yours. His knee stays against yours. If someone he cares about moves away, he drifts after them without acknowledging it.
If heās dating someone, he becomes extremely clingy in a quiet, territorial way. He wonāt make a big deal about it but he just stays physically near them at all times like a guard dog that pretends itās napping.
He talks less, but when he does talk, itās brutally honest.
High Megumi will drop truths like, āI donāt trust that guy.ā or āI think youāre better than you think.ā or āI hate when people pretend not to care.ā
Then he will immediately go back to being silent.
He is very good at hiding when heās high.
Because heās always quiet and observant anyway. He doesnāt giggle, doesnāt get sloppy. He just looksā¦ slightly more tired. Slightly more spaced out. The only person who ever knows for sure is whoever knows him the best.
He absolutely naps.
Not cute naps. Knockout, full-body shutdown naps. He curls up wherever he is, hoodie pulled over his face, shoes still on, phone in his hand. He looks like a cat that ran out of battery.
He wakes up confused, thirsty, and emotionally blank.
He would 100% take an edible before boring work.
Especially paperwork, clan meetings, or long missions with people he hates. It makes him calmer, less reactive, and weirdly more patient. No one notices except maybe someone very close to him, because he starts blinking slower.
He has exactly one tolerance.
He does not chase being more high. If someone offers him more, heāll say no unless he trusts them deeply. He hates not being in control of his body.
He doesnāt like smoking much.
The smell sticks to his clothes, and he hates that. He prefers edibles or vaping because theyāre cleaner, quieter, and less obvious. Also, he doesnāt want Gojo or Yuji immediately knowing.
He becomes slightly philosophical, but in a Megumi way.
Not big speeches. Just lines like āMost people donāt deserve the grace they get.ā or āI think dogs understand loyalty better than humans.ā or āIād still save you even if it ruined me.ā
Then heāll look annoyed that he said it out loud.
He gets more introspective, not louder.
High!Megumi thinks about Tsumiki. About choices. About who deserves saving. About whether heās good or just stubborn. He wonāt say most of it, but you can see it in the way his eyes go distant.
He would absolutely get along with Suguru.
Quiet, morally complicated, analytical, and tired of hypocrisy. Theyād sit next to each other not talking much, both high, both thinking about the state of the world, occasionally exchanging one devastating sentence.
No loudness. Just vibes and dread.
A/N: Thank you for asking me this, and I'm proud of you. ā¤ļø
Iāve said this before and ill say it again. Your portrayal of Gojo is ACTUALLY SPOT ON. no hate to other authors, and how they write him, bc everyone has different interpretations, but the way you do it sounds.. like it actually feels the way Gege intended Gojo to be read as.
The dichotomy in how heās gentle with his juniors and unknowingly intimidating to his equals and superiors, your works embody that. Without taking away from how he can be goofy too.
Itās such a nice change from how Iāve seen dedicated Gojo writers write him off as āmean!toruā and be like āyeahhhh heās so mean I loooooove playing with canon rep of Satoruā (when heās not even mean in that callous way??? He does come off as mean like with Utahime but itās a joke to him ā his idea of meanness is when he doesnāt quite sound compatible with non sorcerers or other colleagues, thatās his version of mean) like they make the guy insanely condescending and be like thatās canon Gojo š bruh this guy would not talk to a non sorcerer knowing he doesnāt know how to interact with them, then why tf would you make him sound so brash to the people he actually likes working with (ESPECIALLY IF FICS MAKE HIM BE RUDE TO HIS OWN PARTNER are you kidding me????)
Heās the fun sensei ffs š are we being fr calling mischaracterisation of Gojo Satoru as canon representation in the year of twenty twenty six
Omg hiiiišššš
Your ask actually made me sit there and stare at my wall for a bit š in a good way.
Thank you, genuinely. This means a lot because the way Gojo gets flattened into āmean hot guyā in fic drives me a little insane.
Like yes he teases, yes heās annoying on purpose, yes heās sociallyā¦ feral, but mean? callous? cruel to people he chooses to be around?
Thatās just not him.
The thing with Gojo is that his gentleness is selective, not performative.
Heās soft where it matters and terrifying where it doesnāt need to be comfortable.
Heās good with his students because he wants them safe and better than him.
Heās intimidating to his peers because he doesnāt know how to sand himself down to be palatable, and also because he doesnāt really believe he should have to.
and exactly like you said, his idea of ābeing meanā is basically bad jokes, tone-deaf comments, or pushing buttons with people who can push back.
Utahime gets it because she knows itās a bit. Nanami tolerates it because he understands the intent even when he hates the delivery.
Gojoās not out here trying to emotionally wound people he cares about.
I also never buy rude-to-partner gojo. Ever.
That man would be annoying, intrusive, way too close, way too loud but cruel? dismissive? No.
If he lets you close enough to be a partner, thatās already him choosing softness, even if it comes out sideways.
So yeah, thank you for seeing that.
I try really hard to write him as someone who is fundamentally kind but catastrophically bad at being normal about it.
Babe can I have some Nanami pls like I need some of your version of Nanami as a lil snack to munch on I did nothing productive today but Iām starting now so uh pretty please :(
Some words of encouragement with a side of terms of endearment would be lovely
(This is not serious at all pleaseeeee do not feel pressured to write I was js asking to see how your verse Nanami would react hehe)
A/N: Thank you, babes, and apologies for the delay. I just have written Nanami so much before that I kinda blacked out. So today, I finally have something. š This is in the same canon universe as the Gojo one.
Gojo's
Working with Nanami would start with him not noticing you at all.
(are we even surprised atp?)
Not in a cruel or dismissive way.
Justā¦ you donāt register.
Youāre another competent shape in the building. Another sorcerer who files reports on time, doesnāt complain loudly, and doesnāt bleed on the floor more than necessary.
You exist in the same way office furniture exists: useful, present, and not demanding attention.
The first time he actually clocks you is because of Gojo.
Gojo is doing what Gojo does, leaning too close to someone who hates him for sport.
Itās Megumi this time.
Megumi looks one bad sentence away from summoning something. Shoko is half-listening, half-smoking, and fully unbothered. Nanami is already tired.
And then thereās you.
Standing a little off to the side. Not involved. Not laughing. Just watching.
Your face does something strange when Gojoās there. Not soft or starry-eyed exactly.
Just this dumb, unguarded smile that looks like it slipped out before you could stop it.
The rest of the time, your face sits in a perfect resting-bitch neutrality. Professional. Closed.
After that, he keeps noticing.
Youāre good at your job. That helps.
You donāt miss details. You donāt dramatize injuries. You donāt romanticize the work.
That alone puts you in his good books.
Before Shibuya, though, before everything, you had something smaller. Quieter. Office things.
Nanami becomes the person you sit next to when filling out mission reports because neither of you can stand doing it alone.
You share snacks without comment.
You talk shit about the higher-ups under your breath, like coworkers committing a small, necessary crime.
Sometimes he offers you a drink after a long mission.
You always say no.
Not because youāre afraid.
Because youāre not, and thatās the problem. (You WILL JUMP HIM & LOSE YOUR JOB).
You admire him openly, but not loudly.
You want to make him proud.
You want your work to be clean enough that he never has to correct it.
When he does, itās precise. Kind. Almost gentle.
It means more to you than praise would.
Heās older than you by just enough that it feels safe. Solid. Like something that wonāt tip over if you lean on it.
Nanami would never flirt first, but he would notice discipline cracking.
He clocks it in micro-adjustments. The way you sit a little straighter when he enters a room. The way your voice steadies too carefully when you report to him.
The way you decline drinks but donāt leave.
Nanami doesnāt sexualize this.
He files it under risk. Not moral but emotional risk. The kind that gets people killed in this line of work.
Thatās why he never pushes.
Thatās why he never jokes about it.
Silence, for him, is restraint, not ignorance.
His language of endearment is logistical, not verbal.
Heād wordlessly hand you the better seat during briefings. Adjust mission pacing so youāre not paired with liabilities. Leave an extra ration where youāll find it.
He doesnāt call you pet names. He doesnāt tease.
But he remembers how you take your coffee, and thatās worse, because it means heās paying attention when he shouldnāt be.
Thatās the line he doesnāt cross, not because he doesnāt want to, but because once he does, he wonāt half-ass it.
Nanamiās restraint is deliberate, not disinterest.
If he ever noticed sexual tension, and he would, it would make him pull back, not lean in.
He is acutely aware of power dynamics, age gaps, and the corrosive effect of stress on judgment.
That awareness is precisely why, if anything ever happened, it would only happen off-duty, off-record, and after heād already decided to leave jujutsu society again.
Anything else would feel like theft to him.
Not indulgence but exploitation.
Canon Nanami does not take what he hasnāt earned cleanly.
You donāt actually talk until Shibuya.
Itās loud. Itās wrong.
Everything is off by a fraction that keeps scraping against your nerves.
You say it out loud once, to no one important, that this feels like a mistake.
Then everything collapses in on itself.
Gojo gets sealed. People scatter.
You and Nanami get separated in the mess of smoke and screams and cursed energy spiking like static.
He overhears you once, telling another sorcerer that something feels wrong about Shibuya, that too many people are being gathered without explanation, and that it feels staged, like bait.
You donāt raise your voice.
You donāt try to convince anyone.
You just say it, quietly, like an observation youāre already resigned to being right about.
He files it away.
Thatās it.
Thatās all you get.
There is no slow realization.
No almost-confession.
No moment where either of you understands what the other could have been.
Nanami dies without knowing you might have been a reason to leave again.
You live without knowing he might have wanted one.
After Shibuya, people talk about Nanami like a loss. A tragedy. A symbol.
You donāt.
You never told him that he was the reason you stayed in the jujutsu society when it got unbearable.
He never told you that you made the work feel less like punishment.
You werenāt hoping for romance.
Nanami dies believing youāll be fine because youāre competent.
You live knowing competence wasnāt the point.
You were hoping for continuity.
Someone steady enough to exist tomorrow.
Thatās the real loss. Not the sex, not the almost-relationship, but the future where exhaustion didnāt have the last word.
You remember the break room. The sound of paper sliding across a desk. The weight of competence sitting beside you, making the work easier just by being there.
You donāt smile around Gojo anymore.
Your face doesnāt do that thing.
And sometimes, when youāre exhausted, when the job feels pointless, when the world feels cruel in ways that donāt have names, you think about how he would have nodded at your report, pushed his glasses up, and said, āThat will do.ā
And it almost does.
After Shibuya, you stop declining drinks.
Not because you want them.
Because no one left knows you well enough to offer.
A/N: I have hurt myself too, be gentle. š Thank for this ask @caramellia-and-parental-issues š
Does it have to be about his birthday? If not then hereās my idea.. if it does, you can add some birthday elements āŗļø
Post Shibuya Incident where Nanami survives but lost his eye and has burn scars. Nanami is insecure about his looks while Reader has been there for him every step of his recovery process even when he tries to pull away. Reader is a silent force and confidant for Nanami despite them never admitting their feelings to each other.
Just soft!reader x soft!Nanami that have been āfriendsā forever. (Friends doing relationship things, everyone sees them as being together but theyāve never put a label on it)
Anon, this is an absolute banger of an ask.
I know the heart of your ask leaned toward post-Shibuya hurt/comfort: Nanami surviving, healing, struggling with his scars, and the reader staying with him through every ugly part of recovery.
However, this became the softer birthday-after version of that. The scars and the eyepatch are still there. The people who love him are loud, nosy, and a little unbearable. And the reader is still the person who has been beside him long before anyone put a name to what they were.
So this is less from the hospital room days and more from the life after it.
It's soft post-Shibuya Nanami, friends who have been acting married for years arriving on a birthday trip to found family meddling and a future he finally lets himself ask for.
Thank you for trusting me with this idea. I hope this softer version still reaches the part of you that wanted him loved.
I'll post it on his birthday (3rd July/friday) since it's still unedited.
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megumi being jealous that yuji knows things when yuji only knows because he actually asked?? deliciously devastating. oh sweet sweet karma.
humiliating for the emotionally constipated community.
Omg, yeah, totally. it's like, "Sir, why are you mad at the employee of the month when you never even submitted an application?" š
Megumi experiencing consequences in 4k after choosing the silent route at every dialogue optionā¦ thoughts and prayers to the emotionally constipated community; this is a hostile work environment for them.
Not to defend MEGATRON because he DID absolutely fumbled but the way he keeps coming back for us to do his bandages like he's a toddler making me kind of want yandere gumi???
But ONLY if he like hurting his hands on purpose or is it normal? (sorry for asking if you covered it and I missd it)
I KNOW heās not innocent, but heās also so fifteen-year-old boy with too many feelings and no mouth about it.
Also the fucking audacity to get angry that "YuJi kNowS TinGs."
Bitch DPMO
And unfortunately Yuji has a mouth, melon pan and carries our heavy stuff so Megumi should ducttape his mouth shut at this point.
MEGATRON š
And no, don't apologize; you didnāt miss anything!
He isnāt purposely hurting his hands in this version. Itās more that his life is already violent and he keeps using injuries as an excuse to come back because apparently saying āI wanted to see youā would make him explode instantly.
It's like he's an emotionally constipated stray cat, Gumi, that shows up hurt and accepts medical attention but will hiss if you imply he has feelings.
Then leaves before evolving.
But yes, the āYuji knows thingsā audacity is insane because, baby, Yuji knows things because Yuji filled out the application form called "Asking Questions." Megumi saw him carrying a pharmacy bag and decided she was mentally cheating without even him committing to her.
Fortunately, Yuji brings us food, manners, arm strength, and working vocal cords. Megumi never stood a chance with this one.
This series is basically Yuji's revenge AU for another one of my stories where Megumi is an absolutely unhinged yandere. Think it's called Delusions & Architecture.
Yuji nervously getting reader flowers was so sweet. As someone who buys others and myself flowers and love reading floriography in stories, it made me feel so bad for her and I was so happy when Yuji fixed that. Like poor girl (pun intended unfortunately) literally doesnāt even have any time in her life to imagine spare-money to buy herself flowers and Yuji just walks into a florist panicking like a golden retriever holding a wallet lmaooo I need her to get spoiled so badly.
Hey anon,
PLEASE the āpoor girlā pun is unfortunately accurate and I hate that for all of us. š
But yeah, Yuji in that florist was fighting for his lifeāno strategy, no suave, no secret masculine flower knowledge. Just one doggy and his wallet.
I also love flowers as a character detail because to her, theyāre such an unreasonable object. You canāt eat them, nor can you pay a bill with them.
So when Yuji buys them, itās not practical help but proof that she deserves to have something pretty for once.
