#xoxo

Nobara and Yuji shared one brain cell, but they weren’t complete idiots. Sure, the two of them would have to be put on a leash if it wasn’t for Megumi watching them 23/7, but they actually ‘weren’t that bad’ (in Megumi’s words, not theirs)

One of the worst best things about them was that they’d notice every single change in behavior. Even the slightest nudge in your routine would send them digging.

Unfortunately for Fushiguro, these two nosy assholes were his best friends, and when he started acting ‘off’, they started nagging him non-stop.

They had been trying to get him to open for the entirety of their friendship, but this boy would just not crack. All their attempts only ended in failure, with him waving them off or punch Yuji over the head.

“Fushiguro, c’mon! What is with you, man?” Yuji whined, annoying as ever. Megumi could only groan as they followed him around like toddlers looking for their mother. He only wanted peace and quiet, and his friends were the exact opposite.

“You’re moody, but never this moody.” Nobara nudged his shoulder, and in return she got a sharp glare from Megumi.

“I am not moody.” He shoved his hands into his pockets.

Truth be told, he was moody.

Usually they’d get a couple words out of the boy during their conversations, but today? All they got was that infuriating emotionless expression he had when he didn’t want to talk to anybody. The most they got was a nod or a head shake.

“Just tell us! What is with you, goddammit!?” The brunette huffed, blowing a piece of stray hair out of her face. Yuji took a couple steps away from her, not wanting to be on the other end of her hammer.

“Nothings up with me.” That was the last thing they had heard from him before he slammed the door to his dorm room right in their face, so hard it shook the door frame.

“What a dick..”

The grumpiness carried on for another two whole weeks. It got to a point where he wouldn’t even leave his room, only seeing him during training or class time. Whenever they made advances at the boy, he’d whip around and disappear into his dorm at the speed of light.

His grumpiness didn’t make things easier when the trio was sent on a mission. Their task was so exorcise a couple of grade three curses, so they had a lot of free time on their hands.

By free time, it just meant Nobara maxing out Gojo’s credit card and Yuji eating more food than his body can handle.

They sat in a quiet corner of one of Yuji’s ‘pit stops’. They had gotten used to his grumbly, almost irritated demeanor by now, so the two had stopped prying.

At least, that’s what Megumi thought.

He sighed, pushing himself out of his seat. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He gave them a look that screamed ‘you two better not run off. If you do, I will not hesitate to leave you behind’.

The moment he was out of view, they got ahold of all his belongings that he had left behind. They had a strict time limit of two minutes and thirteen seconds before he’d be back to kill them.

They went through everything they could, his jacket, his phone (they couldn’t figure out the password, so now he’s locked out of his phone for ten minutes), this weird ass bag that they did NOT want to open-

His wallet fell open as they were rummaging through his stuff, and they both froze.

A simple polaroid of the two of you, although it was more of you, half of his face out of the frame like he was trying to escape the picture. There was a tiny hint of a smile on his face even.

You looked carefree. They both knew that you’d never truly outrun your duties as a special grade sorcerer and the higher ups, so seeing their friend beam like a child warmed their hearts.

Wait.

He had a polaroid of you. In his wallet.

They both gave each other that look.

Everyone had always questioned the relationship between the two of you. The sneaky glances, standing too close to one another, sharing your snacks- hell, panda caught you sneaking into his dorm room one night. No one thought too much about it, but this?

Now this was not any regular ‘friendship’.

They tucked everything back into place just in time for him to slip back into his seat, not knowing what they had been doing instead of focusing on eating their food.

“Hey guys!”

The group of first and second years looked up.

You and Yuta.

“Oh my god, [Name]!” Nobara jumped up from her spot at the bleachers. She immediately clung onto you, already fake crying.

You and Yuta had been sent on another long mission to exorcise a couple of special grade curses. Why they needed you both? You weren’t sure, but the two of you had each others backs, and you both returned without a scratch.

“Okay okay, get off her. They both need a break.” Maki grabbed Nobara by the back of her shirt, tugging her back.

As the group greeted the both of you, and with Yuji for some reason being oddly excited to hear about the curse you exorcised, Megumi stood off to the side. He had his arms crossed, and was staring straight into your soul.

You had felt his eyes on you the moment you got back. You gave him a tired smile as you got dragged away by Maki and Nobara, telling him to meet you in your room later.

Much to Megumi’s dismay, everyone else had heard it. It started a string of endless teasing, even from toge, who let out a very scandalized ‘tuna salmon’.

“Aww, you two are so cute together!” Yuji slung an arm over his shoulder, cooing at him like he was a baby. Both Yuta and Toge nodded in agreement, embarrassing Megumi further.

“I’m going to punch all of you…”

“But how would that keep us safe?”

Megumi’s head snapped up. Now he was listening.

“What did you say?”

Yuta looked away, feigning innocence. He only shrugged. “[Name] may or may not have shown me your texts…”

“[Name]…” He groaned, slapping a hand over his face like it would hide how red it was getting.

On the other hand, you were in the middle of showing Maki and Nobara those very texts. They had their noses glued to your phone screen, consuming as much info they could.

To nobody’s surprise, he was already waiting for you in your room when you got back from being tossed around by Maki and Nobara, their questions over flooding your brain. The moment you slid your door open, you were greeted with him standing in the dark. You felt your heart drop to your ass.

Despite the initial shock, you softened when you saw the way he pouted, not meeting your eye.

“Hi, megs.” You whispered. He always complained about how he hated it when you called him different nicknames, but the blush dusting his cheeks said otherwise. You reached your arms out to him, inviting him back into your arms, where he always found himself going back to.

He reluctantly wrapped his arms around your waist, melting into your touch almost instantly. He hummed in content, feeling that familiar sense of satisfaction. He inhaled your scent like he was trying to memorize it, like it would be the only thing he’d remember if you disappeared.

Something along the lines of cinnamon and vanilla. You were warm, the heat of your body slowly warming up his cold fingertips.

“You were gone for so long…”

You snorted. “It was only for two weeks, gumi.”

“Two weeks without my girlfriend…”

You could only giggle softly at his antics. Your soft chuckles were music to Megumi Fushiguro’s ears, really. If he had to choose to listen to a single sound for the rest of eternity, it would be your laugh.

You only ever laughed around him. Anywhere else you’d have to be the serious, special grade sorcerer, the face that had been on billboards. With him, it was… different.

And it would always stay that way.

He carried the memory of you around like his own personal pocket watch. You were like a tiny entity that would pop into his mind no matter where he turned.

It wasn't like he could help it. It's just that no matter what he did, something would always remind him of you. Even the simplest things.

Someone accidentally bumping into his shoulder? That's just what happened the first time you two met. Both of you were being dragged around by somebody, the memory was so fuzzy because he never focused on who it was. He only remembered the moment you accidentally knocked into his chest, muttering a soft 'sorry.

Wind blowing in his face? The memory of you dragging his hand through the crowd last May came to mind. Yuji and Nobara and run off somewhere to get food, leaving the two of you to stare at the cherry blossoms in your shared comfortable silence.

He couldn't even look at the colour blue without thinking of you. You two were sat outside after a long day of training, and you had been trying to guess his favourite colour. Truth is, he didn't even have a favourite colour, but when you mumbled the colour blue, something about the colour started speaking to him in a way it never did before.

So really, who could blame the love struck boy?

a/n: was gonna make reader a kyoto jujutsu high student but then again I love her too much to make her apart of the fraud squad (FOR LEGAL REASONS THIS IS A JOKE‼️‼️‼️)

I hate this one ITS SO SHITTY so whoever voted for the one SQUARE UP /j✌️

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