𝕾𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖟𝖎

TW- obesessive behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, mention of killing

NOTE- This feels so shitty to me but I hope some of you like it! Lmk what I can do better

TAGS- @gumis-elliott @satorusdreamgirl

MEGUMI was usually a calm person. Other than getting slightly annoyed with whatever nonsense yuji and nobara were arguing about, he was a calm person who tried his best to keep a level head no matter the situation

But when it came to you? That was a completely different story

You were his beloved, his lover, his darling that he just couldn’t seem to get enough of! Megumi had seen so much death in his life, lost so many people dear to him. He lost his mother, his sister, and he had basically no family. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would have been if he never lost them, if his mother survived long enough to raise him, if him and his sister were able to run around and be kids. But what he couldn’t imagine was a life without you. He would probably kill himself

You didn’t think much of it at first, sure, Megumi may have been a bit overprotective but do what? Maybe that was just how he was. Possessive of those he cared about. You noticed it slowly. When you went on missions together he was especially paranoid, he was jittery, holding your hand tightly, and he barely let you do any fighting! Unsurprisingly, you started getting suspicious really quick

Megumi didn’t see it as overbearing, he was just protecting you like a good boyfriend would! He wouldn’t want you to get hurt, he would blame himself forever is something happened. He just wanted to make sure you were safe, even if it was by….extreme measures

He slowly started coming up with ways to keep you safe when you went your own missions. Sure, maybe him sending out his demon dogs to secretly watch you in case anything went wrong wasn’t needed. And maybe sending you wrong coordinates to where cursed spirits were to go deal with them himself was wrong too….And maybe the crushed up sleeping pills in your juice to keep you from leaving was a bit much.

But no matter how bad it got, it never mattered to him. In his eyes, it was all justified because he was doing it out of LOVE

Megumi knew he couldn’t keep doing this, no matter how many times he justified what he did, there was always a small voice in the back of his head that told him this was wrong. He knew it was wrong, but he didn’t want to acknowledge that, he had become desensitized to it. Still, he knew he didn’t want you in danger being a sorcerer. So what if you weren’t a sorcerer?

Gumii💞

Gumii💞:

Hey, can we talk?

Come to my dorm when you get the chance

You:

Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in 10

Everything okay?

Gumii💞:

Yeah, just smth I wanna ask u abt

When you got to his dorm, it was quieter than it usually was. You saw Megumi, sitting on his desk chair, his hands in his lap and his eyes looking downcast. Like he wanted to be anywhere but here. You sat down hesitantly on his bed “hey…you okay?” He gave a curt not in response and sighed. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife and served at some overpriced restaurant.

He spoke almost hesitantly “I uh…Wanted to talk to you about your missions lately” he finally looked up at you, and saw your expression change into slight confusion “Why? Have I been sloppy with my fighting? Is th-“ before you could finish the sentence, he dully sat up and shook his head “no, no that’s not it” he looked away as if collecting himself before looking at you and finally getting it off his chest “I want you to quit being a sorcerer”

There was a few seconds of silence, but not the comfortable silence, not the kind that would follow after you both finished dying of laughter. No, this was the kind of silence that followed after an insult or an argument. He watched as you tilted your head, clearly a bit confused “what?…Why—why would I do that?”

He quickly looked up and spoke, trying to downplay what he said. “It’s not because I don’t think you’re strong…I just wanna make sure your safe, it would be better this way” you looked up, your back straightening as you narrowed your eyes, your tone turning sharper. You knew what this was about, his possessiveness. You were naive, naive to think he would ever loosen off of you after how much he had lost

“Safer for me or for your peace of mind?” He sighed and looked for the right words to say, starting to get a bit annoyed. Why couldn’t you just listen? All he wanted was for you to be safe. “Don’t…push me on this, please, you know I love you and just want the best for you—“ he could feet the tension in the room thicken, you could both feel it. “You don’t get to make these kinds of decisions for me, Megumi. I’m more than responsible enough to know that I WANT to be a sorcerer. Your possessiveness has been out of control lately and I don’t know why!” He scoffed “well I’m sorry if me worrying about someone I love is possessive.”

He spoke in such a condescending and sarcastic tone that made your anger start to bubble up even more “it’s not just that! It was NEVER just that! There are certain things that you do that are really controlling, even if you don’t realize it” he sighed “everything I do is necessary for you, I just wanna keep you safe” you stood up and scoffed “oh, so I guess you sending me wrong locations on purpose to get me to not leave you isn’t controlling? And don’t think that I don’t see kuro and Shiro watching me while I’m trying to kill a cursed spirit!” You paused and looked at him, your eyes softening “Megumi…it’s getting to a point where I don’t think that you trust me or think I’m capable of ANYTHING on my own…I—I don’t think that’s a healthy dynamic for us at all..” you watched as he went silent for a few moments, trying to piece together what your saying

He finally looked up at you “Are you saying you’re leaving me?” He looked as if he was piecing together a plan in his mind, as if trying to figure out what to do “no…no I’m not leaving you…But I do think it’s best if we take some time apart” he finally stood up, his tone clipped and clearly annoyed, but with a mix of desperation in it “what the hell is that supposed to mean?? You wanna run away when it gets hard, is that it!?”

You quickly looked back at him, taking a step forward as your eyes narrowed in frustration “No! This isn’t me ruining away. But you need to take this break and figure yourself out, because I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you!” Before he could say anything else, tell you how grueling the idea of being away from you was, you grabbed your bag and left, slamming the door loudly as you left and strutted away. The shutter of the door felt like a gunshot, like a full stop to your relationship. Megumi couldn’t have that. Not at ALL

Three weeks had passed since that day in megumi’s dorm room. You knew he would he upset, that he would try and call and text, but you never knew he would go THIS far. It was almost scary. He was borderline obsessed with you, torn phone was buzzing constantly with messages, calls and texts one after another all from Megumi.

[216 MISSED CALLS FROM Gumii💞]

[100+ Unread messages from Gumii💞]

[74 unread emails from @megumi.fushiguro01]

[94 instagram DMs from @Meh_gumii]

It was getting ridiculous now. How many times would he try and contact you before realizing you didn’t wanna talk? How many more times would he call before realizing this was insane? How many more paragraphs of emails would he send before stopping? You were scared. Not for yourself, but for him. There was no way in hell this couldn’t be healthy for him, with thoughts of you constantly in his mind. There were days you could it even sleep properly at night, days where you stayed up into the early hours of the morning just thinking

Tonight was another one of those nights, where your brain wouldn’t let you sleep, new thoughts filled your brain, overflowing like water. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep the rest of the night and you knew it. You decided to take a walk outside, to at least try to be productive during these hours you couldn’t sleep.

You weren’t stupid about it, you made sure to carry pepper spray and a pocket knife just to stay safe. That night, under the beautiful moonlight and the star kissed sky, you walked for nearly 3 hours before, your playlist on loop as you burned off your energy. As the hours passed and the night only got darker, you got tired about to head back home. Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden …..Bark?

You turned around only to see kuro! Your boyfriend’s lovely black Shikigami staring up at you with those beautiful eyes. You cautiously bent down as he ran towards you and into your arms, that fluffy black fur brushing against your cheeks. You let out a small laugh and began to stroke his soft fur as you spoke quietly “hey cutie…what are you doing here?

For just a few moments, it was calm. Nothing other than you and this cute dog existed. After all, no one was around, and it was quiet the Ethan the sound of kuro’s panting.

Calm before the storm

Finally, it started to dawn on you. If kuro was here, so was Megumi. With the heavy realization, gravity and reality weighed on your thoughts, slowly pulling you back to your situation. Without even realizing it, you started to stand up and rolled your eyes, letting out a loud exasperated sigh “Megumi just come out, if kuro is here I know yo—“ you were cut off by the very sudden and rough sensation of a hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you roughly towards them.

You started to thrash and kick, trying your best to escape your captor. You stared to scream but was quickly silenced by a wet rag being held over your mouth and nose. It was soaked in chemicals, you tasted some of it in your mouth. chloroform. You kicked and screamed. You felt warm breath on your ear, and the soft sweet whisper of him. Megumi

“Shh—It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you”

“just stay quiet….I didn’t wanna do this”

“it’s okay—Please, you know I love you..”

your consciousness frayed at the ends, black spots dancing in your view along with the stars. Your legs felt like heavy bags of lead, unable to move right. The man you had once held so close to your heart was currently the one drugging you. The same man who kissed your tears away, held you under the moon, loved you like a wife, was now holding you captive

In your last moments of consciousness, your brain whispered to you that this wasn’t your Megumi. Not the Megumi who held you so close and whispered sweet words, this couldn’t be him.

But it was

It suddenly all makes sense, though. You are his why, one of the people he chooses to protect. He’d do anything to keep you safe. Anything to keep you smiling at him and only him. Megumi hates when you share that same smile with anyone other than him. He hates the frigid sting of jealousy in his chest when you talk to someone else. 

But when he tries to speak to you, no words come out. Well, none that are sensible. That’s why he always opts for a curt nod or brief “morning” when you greet him with that contagious grin of yours. It’s something he beats himself up over, wishing he was someone like Yuuji who could strike up a conversation with a brick wall like him.

Megumi does a lot of studying. He stalks your social media, combing through each one of your mutuals, feeling a tug of insecurity when he sees you liking other men’s pictures. He knows it’s somewhat impractical; he knows that he’s not your boyfriend, that he has a hopeless crush on you, but it still hurts… even if the pictures you’re liking are ones of dudes with their girlfriends or family.

He practices talking to you in the mirror, creating conversations about your interests based on the little pins he’s seen on your bag or posts you’ve made online. It always ends up with him sulking for an hour or two because he feels like such a loser because he just can’t talk to you. Megumi is so afraid to mess things up with you; he wants it to be perfect.

So imagine his surprise when you call him late one night.

He nearly misses the call in his panic, picking it up on the last ring. Even so, he’s quiet for a moment, just listening to you breathe on the other line.

“Hello? Megumi?” You call out to him.

“Uh, hi.” He’s kicking himself now.

“Hey! Sorry, I know it’s super late but um… you mentioned you live near the convenience store on sixth street, right?”

You remembered? “Y- yeah, um, why?”

“Yeah, I know this is weird but… I’m at the bar right across the street from it and…” you pause for a moment. “There’s this guy that’s trying to get me to go with him and I’m scared he’ll follow me home or something—”

“I’ll be there in five.”

Megumi memorizes the guy’s face when you discretely point him out. As much as he’d like to sic his demon dogs on that son of a bitch, Megumi is much too concerned with your trembling lip and misty eyes. He’s never seen you like this before, so… defeated?

Like the true gentleman he is, Megumi drapes his jacket over your shoulders, walking on the outer part of the sidewalk, keeping you close. You keep thanking him profusely, voice a little slurred from the few drinks you must have had. Megumi cannot stop his mind from wandering to what that sick fuck could have done if he gots his hands on you.

“Thank you for walking me home, M’gumi…” you struggle to get your keys in the door. “I’m sorry, here, your jacket—”

“Keep it for now.” He insists. “And it’s no problem, really. You can call me anytime. I don’t mind.”

You give him that precious smile once again, making him feel all warm and sticky inside. He desperately wants to kiss you like he’s seen in the movies, but he just watches as you disappear behind the door, mumbling goodbye.

“Ugh. You’re so infuriating, Matt.”

Your frustration is received with a humorous chuckle as Matt folds his cane and places it on the small coffee table. “You think I can’t defend myself.”

“I didn’t say that.” Matt softly refutes. 

“You said I’m weak.”

“Fragile is the word I used, not weak.” he corrects you. He plops down on the couch and pats down the spot next to him. “Come sit with me.” 

You ignore him, crossing your arms as you stand. 

“I’m not fragile. Or weak.” you hiss. 

Matt raises his hands on the air, showing his palms. 

“Alright. Duly noted. Now come sit, I’ve missed you and I wanna cuddle.”

“Matt.” You groan, blinking away tears of exasperation and frustration. “I’m so sick of this. You have no right to follow me wherever I go. This is why I don’t tell you anything, who I go with or where I go because you don’t know what privacy means. You can’t just do that!”

“Has it occurred to you that maybe I ran into you by coincidence? How can you be so sure that I was following you?” Matt questions you, lips curling into that arrogant half-smirk you despise so much. 

“Matt. I’m not in the mood.” you curtly interrupt him, patience running on thin ice. 

Matt sighs. “C’mon, don’t get so worked up over this.”

“Well, whose fault is it?”

“Fine. I won’t follow you anymore.” Matt relents, sounding as truthful about it as a pathological liar can. “Satisfied? Now come here and give me a hug.” 

You chuckle, a bitter and unamused sound. 

“That’s what you said last time and the time before that and before that as well. You just won’t change, won’t you?”

You shake your head and look away, quickly swiping away a tear that insisted on escaping from your eyes. The sound of a small sniff is all it takes for Matt to get back up on his feet with a groan. 

“Sweetheart…”

You bat his hand away when he reaches for you, turning your back on him before going to the kitchen. Matt trails after you as you search the cabinets for a glass. 

“Please, let’s not argue. It’s pointless and-”

“You’re the one taking this too far, Matt. You have control issues or maybe trust issues and- ”

“Okay, alright. You’re right. Maybe I do.” he relents, but you know his admission is but words meant to placate you. That’s what he always does.

And then the lawyer in him kicks in. “But I’m just looking to protect you, that’s all. New York is a big city and Hell’s Kitchen is a dangerous place. So tell me why it’s so wrong wanting to protect someone I care about?”

You turn around and nearly collide with Matt from how close to you he silently managed to get himself. 

“I’ve lived in New York my whole life and I managed just fine.” you say. 

“And then I’m the one who has issues, right.” Matt scoffs, brown eyes divagating around as he shakes his head. “Managing just fine might be a hyperbolism to say, you know. Especially when you aren’t aware of half the shit that happens around you. Or did you notice the sleazy guy that followed you all the way from work?”

You blink, lips parting as your heart begins to race. 

“What? No, there wasn’t-”

“Yes, there was. I handled him a few blocks before you reached the apartment but you never once noticed him. Not on the street or the subway. So caught up in your own little world, earpods on and watching videos on your phone. Funny, right?”

Matt tilts his head, shrugging his shoulders. 

“And you know what, this wasn’t even the first time. There’s been so many times you failed to be aware of surroundings. Failed to notice when someone had bad intentions towards you. Like last week you took a shortcut on your way home, but didn’t realize there was a guy with a knife in the alley, waiting for you.”

You gulp, faltering in your stance as Matt takes a step closer to you, warm hand cupping your cheek.

“You need me to protect you.” he affirms like it’s a mere observation, a simple truth that you can’t deny. “You can call me whatever you want, argue all you need but it won’t change the fact that you need me. To protect you from the monsters lurking around, to keep you safe from the dangerous of the city”

You swallow back the words that threaten to slip away and Matt leans down, pressing his forehead against yours.