i didn’t know u write for jjk😭
can u write something soft for megumi x reader?
not my best work, but i thought it was short and sweet, and i hope you enjoy it my lovey!!!
cutting his hair — m. fushiguro
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gn! reader x megumi fushiguro
summary: you stumble across a frustrated megumi attempting to cut his hair by himself—you decide to help.
warnings: none! but, as always, lmk if i missed something :)
you were passing by the bathroom when you heard an annoyed grumble. it was soft, barely audible. that's what gave it away.
you open the door—already left ajar. "meg! i've been looking for...what're you doing?"
megumi looks at you, his gaze darkened by irritation as he unevenly clips his hair. "itadori said my hair was getting long."
you blink. you've known him long enough to note the tiny bit of sadness in his voice. he didn't like the fact that itadori commented on it, though the pink-haired boy likely meant no offence.
megumi internalized much more than people realized.
"did you need help?" you asked.
he shook his head, cautiously snipping another chunk off. the strands of hair fluttered through the air and landed on his bare chest, tumbling down his muscled shoulders and landing on the floor.
"mhm." another snip. "just haven't had time to get it done."
quite uneven, you realized. "when i was younger, i had a friend and i used to cut his hair all the time."
"did he end up bald?" though megumi didn't smile, his eyes glittered with mischief.
you scoff and roll your eyes. "he loved each and every haircut he got, thank you very much." you wince as he snips again. "woah, okay. can i—? why don't you just let me—" you were already stepping forward, reaching for the scissors.
his fingers brushed yours—a split second that lasted long enough to send your heart pounding.
"i said i'm fine," he reiterated.
"you're not." on your tippy-toes, you hook his chin between your fingers and force him to look in the mirror. "look how uneven your hair is now. just let me do it, would'ya?"
red dusted his cheeks as embarrassment crept along his skin. megumi bowed his head in defeat. "fine. just...please don't make me look like an idiot, okay?"
"that's my one and only goal in like, megumi fushiguro."
you sit him on the toilet, and he lets you dampen his hair with a spray bottle you'd scuttled to get from the kitchen. his wet strands hung low before his eyes. his hair was so dark it was nearly violet under the flourescent lights.
his breath was warm against your arms as you snipped and snipped away, layer after layer. his hair was soft between your fingers.
eventually, you fell into a deep focus. your brows drawn, lips thinning as you clipped and clipped.
you pulled back momentarily, just to take in your work, what strands needed to be cut, which parts were uneven. and then you noticed him staring at you.
his dark eyes lingered, and when your gaze clashed with his, he didn't bother trying to be subtle about his staring problem.
"what?" you said, grinning.
"nothing. you're just really focused, that's all."
"and you're staring because?"
"i don't know. it's nice to see you so focused."
you pop out your hip, fisting your hand upon it. "what's that supposed to mean?"
megumi shrugs, a tiny smile dancing along his lips. "nothing."
you let it slide, only because there's such a playful sort of peace in the air right now. you lean back down and continue cutting his hair.
"thank you," he mutters. "for not making me look stupid."
you chuckle, eyes zoned in on your work. "don't thank me yet, meg. i'm not even finished."
megumi only lets out a long breath. "i know. but i trust you."
and suddenly, your once-steady hands begin to tremble. your heart syncs with his. you've never been nervous cutting hair before.
you weren't quite sure why his trust in you made you so antsy.
but you were desperate not to mess up now.
