Milk-tea-and-memories - Your Reservations, Fuck 'em

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

gojo satoru x reader | wc: 1k | L’s FOLKLORE event

“I can’t believe you.”

You’ve heard these words from him before, but not like this. They usually drip like honey from his silver tongue, with faux and teasing disbelief weaved in and around them. 

But right now, they sound cold, like a knife’s blade clinking against a glass table. He sounds hurt, you think, though you’re not sure what that sounds like coming from him. 

“Well, hello to you too, Gojo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he immediately heaves, as if your words burned him like a child touching a hot stove, “what is going on with you?” 

He stands a mere few feet away from you, but something far creakier than the wooden floorboards separates the space between the two of you, making it feel like lightyears rather than a few measly strides. 

His blindfold is off, it’s the first thing you notice. You can see his eyes—they’re just as beautiful as they were when you left, but something about them now appears weary. Slightly bloodshot, sulking into the bags that weigh beneath his eyelids, he looks exhausted. You can only imagine the headache pounding away behind his flesh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” his question is desperate, almost as if he can’t believe he’s actually asking it to you right now. 

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Gojo is the type to flirt endlessly with the person he likes. All inappropriate jokes, invasion of personal space and wildly descriptive insinuations about how he'd be the best damn lover you could ask for if you give him a fucking chance.

But he is Gojo Satoru. The Gojo Satoru. So you know better and guard your heart as best as you can.

It wasn't the winks and kissy faces that made you blush. It wasn't the way he would introduce you to everyone as his future wife that made your heart beat erratically either.

It wasn't the relentless flirting and sappy declarations of love that made your students extremely uncomfortable that made you do a double take at him. It wasn't his loud proclamations and flamboyant gestures like filling the school field with your favorite flowers after learning you've never received a bouquet of flowers before in your life that made your heart swell with joy.

But..

It's the way he stood up to the elders defending your name when you're under scrutiny, the way he'd menacingly state so plainly, in such a calm clear voice, that he'd end everyone in the council if anybody tries to hurt you.

It's the way he would sit quietly with you after a tough job or when you lose another colleague, the way he would ease you into an embrace and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms. It's the way he would grab your cold hand as you stand in the rain hours after one of your beloved students had been buried 6 feet under.

Gojo would pout at you when you tell him you like him better when he's not as raucous as he usually is.

But he doesn't know that you mean you've fallen for him because of how much more loving and caring he is without even trying.

No grand stunts, no gimmicks. Just.. him.

Him and his ways that show you he'll always be there, without saying a damn thing.

2023 language goals 💗:

I’m gonna be extremely realistic about my language goals because chemistry takes a huge amount of time in my life 🫣

🤍CHINESE ~

my main goal will be study HSK5 and do a huge review

Improve my speaking

improve my writing

do the HSK4 exam and if I can HSK5

🤍JAPANESE~

Finish N4 review (textbooks)

Start studying N3

improve my speaking & writing

pass N4 mock exams with a nearly perfect score

🤍KOREAN~

Reach and finish A2 level textbooks

improve my speaking & writing

maybe do the TOPIK 1 exam in October 2023

🤍SECRET LANGUAGE~

Improve my writing & speaking

learn as many words & phrases as possible

Finish A1 course & pass the course final exam

Start A2 course

Rich boy! gojo getting all pouty because some guy hits on you at an event he takes you to and now you have a 6 foot GIANT leaning all his weight over you as he whines about not getting attention

[ WOUNDED PRIDE ] GOJO SATORU.

“satoru, you’re still pouting,” you hum, poking his cheek as he huffs.

“‘m not,” gojo mumbles, bitterly turning his head away from you. you can hear geto’s amused chuckle from the distance, making your boyfriend growl out a shut up, suguru under his breath, and because you’re supportive, you hide your own laugh.

“baby, he’s gone,” you cup his cheeks, grinning as he stubbornly refuses to meet your eyes, “you don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

“jealous?” he pulls away from you like you’ve insulted him—like the idea is simply too crazy to hear out loud, “me? jealous? what gives you that idea?”

“toru,” you snort, “you couldn’t be anymore obvious.”

“neither could you,” he accuses, narrowing his eyes at you, “you were trying to make me mad.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say with faux innocence, making his arms cross.

and now his lips are even further jutted in a pout, though you know saying something will only make him more upset, so you choose to keep your mouth shut for now. but gojo can still sense your amusement, glaring at you before turning his head away with a petulant hmph.

“flirting with other men is considered cheating, you know.”

“i wasn’t flirting,” you giggle, “i was just making friends. like you told me to.”

“making friends doesn’t include zenin naoya,” gojo glares at you, prompting out a supportive yeah, he sucks from geto. gojo nods, pointing a thumb at geto in agreement, making you roll your eyes.

“you never told me you hated him,” you defend, “but i wasn’t trying to make you mad,” you add softly, cupping his cheeks again.

“yeah you were,” he mumbles bitterly. his cheeks are squeezed together by your palms, and his voice is slightly whiny—and suddenly, you think you fall in love all over again.

“i’m sorry, toru,” you smile gently, “i just thought you looked cute all pouty. i didn’t wanna make you mad.”

“i wasn’t pouting,” he grumbles, “i don’t pout. i’m a man.”

“you cry during movies,” geto points out—and you’re glad there’s no wine in your vicinity, otherwise you think gojo might splash it on his best friend’s crisp, white button down. and you don’t think his father would take kindly to the scene—which would only further complicate things.

“i’m a man with a heart,” gojo scowls, “that’s why i’m not single.”

“okay,” you break up the bickering, distracting gojo with a kiss to his cheek—he grins at the gesture, giving you one in return even though he’s still slightly upset with you (though he won’t admit it.)

satoru gojo is not a jealous man.

that’s what he’ll tell you, at least—but you know better. you can see it in the way his lips alternate back and forth from a tiny pout to an irritated scowl, in the way his eyebrows furrow with irritation, in the way he huffs and tries to act like he doesn’t care when suguru elbows him in amusement.

and it’s not as though you enjoy attention from…whoever it was you were talking to (apparently zenin naoya according to gojo), but there’s just a small part of you that’s lightly amused. gojo is like a magnet—the girls flock to him left and right like a slice of bread left out for the crows to fight for. you’re used to it by now, have learned to ignore the slight creep of doubt and simply ignore the jealous glares sent your way as you take his hand.

but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy the change of pace every once in a while—the rare turn of tables that have him irritated instead of you.

naoya is a little too entitled for your taste. there’s too much expensive cologne sprayed on and you’re sure if he could without seeming tacky, he’d have left the tag on his suit to show its brand new. that’s the case with all rich people, you think, too busy watering the roots to pull for the weeds.

you don’t particularly enjoy talking to him—but you amuse yourself all the same. he’s far too cocky when he asks are you an intern for the gojo’s? i haven’t seen you before—

and before you can answer, you hear a familiar voice spit: actually, they’re my date. you don’t even hear gojo come up behind you, and you know as soon as his arm wraps around your waist, your stuck to his side for the rest of the night whether you like it or not.

“don’t talk to naoya he sucks,” gojo mutters. you nod, agreeing with him to console the bitterly wounded pride he seems to be sporting.

“he’s the worst,” you agree, “and his cologne smells gross.”

“i have that cologne,” he gasps, “it’s my favorite. you hate it?”

“no,” you say quickly, “it smells nice on you. everything smells nice on you.” geto snorts, and you shoot him a warning glance before he can make the situation worse.

gojo doesn’t look convinced—eyes narrowed and lips curled in that soft pout of his when he doesn’t get his way. it’s a bit spoiled, just a little bratty in its own right, but makes you melt all the same, pinching his cheek gently as you chuckle.

“if i were you,” geto turns to you, “i’d talk to naoya more. it might humble satoru just a little—”

“if i were you, i’d shut up before getting punched—”

“you wouldn’t land a punch on me if you tried—”

“you don’t know that—”

“actually i do because you can’t fight for shit—”

“i’m an excellent fighter—”

“alright,” you hiss, glancing at the few heads that have turned to watch the bickering between gojo and geto, making you glare at them in slight embarrassment.

“baby,” gojo whines, “tell him i can fight.”

and because his ego has been wounded one too many times tonight, you let him slump onto you, ignoring the heavy weight as you sigh and wrap your arms around him. you’re sure quite a few people are staring by now—but you suppose people always stare when you date someone like gojo.

“you could totally fight naoya,” you agree. you think you’ve finally said something right—because he seems to brighten at your words.

“i could, couldn’t i?”

“yes,” you nod, “and you smell better. and you have better hair.”

“and i’m cuter.”

“of course,” you sigh, eyeing geto for help. but he grins, sends you a small wave with mischief in his expression as he wanders off—leaving you all alone to nurse gojo’s ego back to full health.

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messenger [tsukishima kei]

synopsis: you and yamaguchi are best friends with tsukishima. nearly everyday girls come up to the two of you to ask about the blonde and you both have had just enough. little do you know that yamaguchi has a plan of his own to get the chatting to stop...

notes: based off the sole fact that it's canon that girls only go up to yamaguchi to ask him about tsukki, which obviously means he's popular with girls. this was originally written as a stand-alone but i decided to submit it for lexi's @suckerforsugawara first time for everything collab! i apologize for how late this is, writer’s block got the best of me.

warnings: reader is very much in their head, angst at first but eventual fluff with good ending

word count: 4kei

for as smart as tsukishima kei is, he sure is oblivious to how girls flirt with him.

everyday a good number of girls around campus whisper and talk about how they find the blonde middle blocker attractive. about how much a good boyfriend he would make. it amazes you to no end how much the tall and silent type attract people. you could probably end up rich with how much you hear about him, because there's seriously not one day where you don't hear his name.

at first, most of the comments make you laugh. over time though, you begin to roll your eyes and scoff. you don't understand why so many people like him. half the time you see how tsukishima interacts with hinata and kageyama and it isn't in the nicest or most pleasant way. it just looks like a complete circus act. you truly feel sorry for daichi and suga.

tsukishima is just...mean. if you had a boyfriend who treated you like that, you'd dump him on the spot.

but maybe you are a hypocrite because while you think of all these things, you're still friends with him.

...if you can even call it that—you're sure tsukishima just 'tolerates' you. but the fact that you and yamaguchi are the two he spends the most time with obviously means something. he also begrudgingly helps you with your homework and walks you home from class all the time.

it means something...right?

today is no different from many other days as you watch hinata and kageyama get into a heated screaming match about god knows what. tsukishima is on the side snickering to yamaguchi. everyone else is helplessly by standing.

but you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. you're one of the managers for karasuno university's volleyball team. currently, you're filling up water bottles for the team. being in the role as manager, you've become a master at zoning out hinata and kageyama's bickering.

but you did not expect that this skill would one day work against you.

"hinata, kageyama! watch out!" ennoshita shouts, but it's already too late. you feel the unruly force of a volleyball hit you, making you drop the bottles you're filling up and spill water on the ground.

"are you okay?" yamaguchi rushes to help you to your feet, shooting the offending people a small glare. kageyama and hinata shiver at tadashi's gaze and begin to profusely apologize.

"i'm okay, yams. thank you." you dust off your clothes and laugh, "it's nothing i can't help when those two get carried away."

"we are so sorry!" hinata cries, nearly tripping over himself to get to you. kageyama sheepishly let's out a 'sorry' before his face flushes a bright red.

you open your mouth to assure them you're fine, but a certain voice beats you to it.

"are you two that incompetent that you'll take out our manager in the middle of one of your childish games?" the voice hisses. "i knew the two of you were stupid, but you both surprise me every day. i have to start lowering my bar more."

you don't have to turn to know who it is.

tsukishima turns to you, a displeased look on his face. if you squint, you can see his concern. "and you really need to work on watching your surroundings. i'd rather not have to take you to the hospital." he scolds, picking up the bottles from the ground. he swats your hand away when you reach out for them and you puff out your cheeks, frustrated.

he always does this, where you can't tell if he cares for you, or if he's just being mean. maybe you’re reading into things too closely.

you watch his eyes scan your figure intently and you flinch when you feel him touch you. your breath hitches at how close he is, close enough to see the specks of gold in his eyes from behind the lenses of his sports googles.

his hand gently turns your face to either side, "are you hurt anywhere?"

at the feeling of his hand on your arm, you feel it burn at the source of his touch.  you quickly recover and answer that you're fine. he studies your face for a moment longer to detect if you're lying but doesn't prod for any more answers.

not too far away does yamaguchi note the gesture between you two, but doesn't say anything.

the rest of practice runs by smoothly and you have practically forgotten that you were hit with a volleyball. before you know it, it's over and everyone calls it a day before filing out to the lock room.

tsukishima announces that he has to go somewhere after practice and for you and yamaguchi to not wait up for him. neither of you question him on his whereabouts because chances are he won't even tell you anyways.

as punishment for hitting you with the volleyball, kageyama and hinata are responsible for cleaning up the gym and locking up, which gives you the advantage of getting home early. down to two, you and yamaguchi start your trek home, the convo floating between school, volleyball, and other interests.

"yamaguchi-san?"

the two of you turn at the sound of a girl. she looks anxious and nervous and holds a pink envelope in her hands.

"hi! what can i do for you?" he smiles, green eyes bright and inviting.

the girl seems to gain confidence at yamaguchi's smile. "i have this confession for tsukishima-kun...but i don't know how to give it to him, so i was wondering if you would give it to him for me?" the girl explains shyly. her eyes shift to you and widen. "you're not dating tsukishima-san are you?"

your eyes widen at the accusation and you bust out a laugh, hard. maybe too hard.

"me? date him? i could never!"

after your embarrassing and short-lived laughing party, yamaguchi reluctantly agrees to take the letter to give to tsukishima. a strange feeling wells up in your chest at the sight, and you don't know why you felt disappointed in him doing so.

as soon as the girl leaves, you see yamaguchi's shoulders sag and his smile fades. 

"what's wrong, yams?" you nudge your best friend in the side, noting the way he picks at the skin on his hand anxiously.

"nothing," he answers, "we need to get going now."

you pull him back. "it's not 'nothing'. come on, what is it?"

you watch as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he replies, "i appreciate and care about tsukki and all, but it really sucks that girls only talk to me about him." he pouts, puffing out his cheeks.

"it's probably because you're much more approachable than mr. blonde beanpole." you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "frankly, I don't know why or what people see in him. he's not very people-friendly. plus he always walks around with a scowl on his face. but i too wish they would stop asking us about him. what did suckyshima do to get so many confessions all the time..."

your freckled faced friend raises his brows, amused by your passionate rambling. "are you jealous?" he asks, head tilting in inquiry.

"w-what? no! why would i be?" you scoff, feeling your heart race in your chest. "the only thing i'm jealous of is that beanpole blonde's attention." you say. "i would very much like to be confessed to as often as he gets!"

"you would hate it," yamaguchi chuckles, "you don't even like getting attention. especially from guys."

you click your tongue, not knowing how to disagree with him. "maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to have it happen once in a while, you know?" you sigh, "i can't go my entire life without experiencing a confession!"

you must've had a terrible past life to have such an unlucky dating experience. you've never had a guy ask you out. and while you don't like to be arrogant you consider yourself cute and a decent person—more so decent than glasses-kun.

"well, more guys would approach you if it wasn't for tsukki." yamaguchi says, and immediately upon speaking covers his mouth.

you raise a brow at your friend, "eh? what do you mean by that?"

before he can answer, you huff, "you're telling me blondie is messing up my love life? what does he gain from doing that?" you huff, feeling irritated that the number of cute boys you could've encountered is very little due to the fact that they were being cockblocked by the most annoying person on the planet.

yamaguchi would never tell you, and god bless your soul, but he's forever thankful for how oblivious you are at times. his skin is saved from having to explain to tsukishima why his crush on you has been outed.

but on the other hand, he desperately wants these confession shenanigans to be over with and for the two of you to confess to each other. to him, it's painfully obvious that there are shared feelings but neither one of you want to acknowledge the fact that there's something going on. he'd rather take the risk of tsukishima biting his head off if it means you two will end up together.

"let's just say that the two of you complain about each other too much for there not to be something going on between you two." yamaguchi says. "i just wish you'd both make out with each other or something."

panic swarms you, at the meer thought of locking lips with blondie. "tadashi, i would never be caught kissing him. i'd rather be dead." you say sternly, although an itch in your throat tells you otherwise.

"yeah, i totally got the vibe of that earlier when he came over to see if you were okay." he laughs, rolling his eyes.

"it didn't mean anything, he was just oddly nice..." you argue, the rapid beating of your heart mocking you.

the sudden silence could be cut through with a knife as you two walk. your knuckles grip your bag tightly as you focus on your feet in front of you.

"your crush never went away, right?" yamaguchi stops walking and looks at you intently.

when you don't respond, he knows his answer.

"that's another reason why i don't like getting these confessions. i don't want to see you get hurt by all of this." he reveals, his hand gripping the pink envelope he was given earlier.

"it doesn't matter, though. what i feel is irrelevant.” you shrug.

yamaguchi perks up, a light bulb going off. he presses the envelope to your hands. "you give this to him. you can find out what he says about the letter and how it makes him feel. he might act differently. that way, you can also decide if those feelings for him are still there, or if you've moved on. if you haven’t, then confess."

you turn away, not taking the envelope. your feet then move briskly. "what makes you think that he would accept my confession? there's no way he would."

"what's stopping you?" he presses, following you. "you don't know that unless you try."

a sharp exhale of air escapes you, your nerves taking your own words out of your mouth. "because i don't want to make a relationship awkward possibly. besides, he'll just make fun of me for having a crush on him and then reject me. so no way is tsukki going to accept it."

"he wouldn't do that. and you know he wouldn't. look, we both know tsukki better than anyone else does. i'm surprised at how blind you are to how he feels about you. or maybe you're denying it?"

before you can reply, you realize you've reached your apartment.

"just think about telling him? it'll ease your mind somehow, won't it? at least you'll have your answer and you can stop letting this eat at you the way it has for years." yamaguchi says, concern written on his face.

you sigh. "sure, tadashi. i'll think about it."

you don't get a wink of sleep that night. and despite you wanting more time to think, you are meeting up with tsukishima and yamaguchi to hangout the next day. so even if you want to put off your thoughts about the situation, you can't.

"you look like shit," tsukishima says once you sit down at the cafe the three of you always meet up at. "like a zombie with the life is sucked out of them.”

“wow, how did you guess?” you say, response dripping with sarcasm.

a guilty look appears on his face before he changes it to a softer expression. "here, i already ordered for you." he says, pushing your favorite order across the counter.

"oh, thank you. you didn't have to." you reach into your bag to pay him back, but he pushes your hand away, a grimace on his face.

"yeah, well i did anyways." he says, turning away. a faint hue of pink can be seen across his cheeks. “you should really try not to over exert yourself. we can’t afford to have our manager collapsing.”

you stare at the drink, mind rambling. “right…”

tsukishima distracts himself with the time, noticing how late yamaguchi is. it isn’t like him to be late. once the male checks his phone, everything clicks into place.

"tadashi says he won't be able to make it to the movies." tsukishima tells you, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

"really?" you go to pull your own phone out of your bag to check, but something else catches your eyes first.

the pink envelope.

you gasp, gritting your teeth. "tadashi, you bastard..." you hiss, wondering when he slipped it into your bag.

"yeah, something about feeling sick..." the tall man's eyes slide down to look at you, and as attentive as he is he asks, "what are you grumbling about?"

you eyes glance between him and the letter, panic washes over you as you try to improvise a lie.

tsukishima leans over, peering into your bag. “what is that?” he asks.

solemnly, you hand him the pink envelope. cotton has lodged itself in your throat but you manage. "this...this is for you."

“from?” he questions, but he already knows it’s not you. you don’t dot your i’s like that.

“the usual. some girl with a crush on you.” you answer, “she didn’t know how to give it you directly.”

opening the letter, his brown eyes scan the contents carefully, silence overcoming him as he drinks in each word.

meanwhile, your heart races rapidly. you can feel yourself beginning to spiral in your mind, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next after he finishes reading the letter. instead of hearing anything, the blonde simply puts the letter back in the envelope.

“let’s go.” he says, standing up to leave.

wait...that's it? you watch him leave the cafe and scramble after him, confusion trailing you.

when you catch up to tsukishima, your eyes glance at him, trying to gauge anything. something.

"well?" you ask, brow arching up.

"'well' what?" he replies, staring at you expressionless.

"are you...going to accept?" you prod, leg bouncing.

the man seems to contemplate your question, not answering for a moment. the anticipation is killing you. swallowing you whole. you have to say something before you’re buried alive.

"don't accept that confession." you blurt.

"huh?" the blonde slips the envelope in his pocket. "and why not?"

you shift uncomfortably in your spot. "b-because."

"'b-because', isn't an answer. i hope you're aware." he mocks before stepping closing to you, a sly smirk on his face. "why do you look like you're about to throw up? is the thought of me getting a confession that repulsive to you?"

"shut up!" you hiss, the burning in your cheeks spreading like wildfire now. "i never said that."

"you didn't have to. your face said everything that i needed to know." he replies, "why are you so eager to know anyways?"

you shrug, "i mean, we're friends right? why wouldn't i be curious?"

a soft chuckle leaves him. it's pretty, and pretty looks very good on him. how annoying for your nerves. "right, and let's say i do accept the confession. what would you do then?"

you blink, your hands clammy, body scorching at this point. "dunno, maybe throw a party with a sign that says 'congrats kei, you're lovable after all'."

"you're a horrible liar, you know. it's very annoying." tsukishima scowls, grabbing your wrist and turning you to look at him.

"who said i was going to accept the confession?" he tilts his head to the side, leaning in slightly. "hmm? i think you put that idea in that pretty head of yours all by yourself."

you huff, irritated by his teasing manner."it's not funny to joke like that."

he blinks. "when did i make a joke?"

"you always do...i don't understand you, tsukishima." at this point you can feel your face burning up. you look away from the blonde, frustrated and also internally panicking. when you go to walk away, his large hand catches your wrist, pulling you back.

"so now we're back to tsukishima?" he asks, distaste in his tone.

you bite your lip, too scared to say anything.

he clicks his tongue. "listen, i didn't have to read the letter to know my answer. i didn't even need to receive one. i've already had my mind made up."

a soft 'oh' leaves your mouth. "is that right?"

"yes, because i already have feelings for someone." he confesses, and your heart nearly stops.

you weren't expecting this at all. you bargained for more than you wanted, but it’s your fault and your fault alone. you start to yell in your head about how wrong yamaguchi is, about how you're too late to confess now, because someone else has already stolen—

"this is for you." tsukishima hands a eerily similar pink envelope to you with a small plushie. your eyes widen as you look at the plush, recognizing that it's your favorite animal. you remember talking about how you still sleep with stuffed animals and made the mistake of having tsukishima overhear you. the teasing that day never ended.

when squeezing the plush to you, you're surprised to hear it play your favorite song. reading the letter, you recognize the handwriting as his immediately. you're familiar with how he loops his y's and g's. you recognize the eloquence in his words. but you feel alien reading how he pours his emotions—about you—into words. words that are a lot kinder and sweeter than his usual moments.

"why would i joke about my feelings?" he answers, pulling at his hands, fingers fidgeting. "if you don't reciprocate them—"

"no! i-i mean, yes! yes, i do!" your face is on fire at this point. "i'm just shocked, i-i wasn't expecting—"

"for someone to be into someone like you?" he finishes.

you blink, stunned by his response. "well, yeah."

and tsukishima kei does what tsukishima kei does best.

he flicks your forehead.

he rubs the spot where he flicked your forehead and his gaze becomes soft as he stares at you, his large hands not pulling back from how it gently cradles your face.

"i've been into your annoying ass since you yelled at those bullies for picking on tadashi." he mumbles, a fond look in his eyes.

your eyes look over him rapidly. "i don't get it. how? why?"

he pinches your cheek, rolling his eyes. "you keep saying that and it's really annoying." he continues, "it's simple. you're...you're a much better person than i am. you're smart...and funny. and you understand me even when my words don't always say what i mean. you've pushed me to be a better person." he tries to make himself smaller, wanting to escape his vulnerability, but it's hard when you're a walking lamppost.

"i can't stand the sight of other guys looking at you. at thinking they have a chance with you. call me a hypocrite because i know i'm the last person who deserves a chance with you, but—" he cuts himself off, fiddling his his hands.

"but what, kei?" you push, heart pounding.

"but i want one anyways. i've never felt like this with anyone before and i don't want to stop now. i...i'm willing to take the chance to ask to go out with you...even if i know you deserve better than me." he explains, head bowing low.

this time, you reach up and flick his forehead.

"ow? what the hell, dumbass?" he scowls.

"it's annoying when you do that, too," you say, teasing, "you always undermine how brilliant you are and it has to stop. you may be an asshole, but you're also perceptive, and caring, even if you don't really know how to show it in conventional ways."

he doesn't say anything because he knows you're right.

you speak again. "for the record, i think that you're pretty amazing. and a lot of other people think so too. learn to give yourself more credit, kei."

"i can say the same about you." he says, brushing hair back from your face. his eyes shift down to your lips before looking away just as quickly. his single strand of vulnerability left snaps.

"c-can i kiss you?" he stutters, and you're shocked to see the snarky blonde asshole you know in such a shy state.

"yes," you breathe, "please."

he can’t resist when you ask so nicely and look so pretty right in front of him.

and what you learn is that kei's kisses are sweeter than any words that can come out of his smart mouth. how that is possible, you don't know. but you surely don't mind at all.

he tugs you close to his body, his scent overtaking your senses. he smells like mint and whatever cologne he put on today and it's easily your new favorite aroma.

you pull away and can't help but note how pretty kei looks after kissing. hair disheveled, swollen lips, glossy eyes, and glasses nearly falling off his face. you quietly laugh and push the frames back up his face.

"i love you, you know." you say, holding his face.

he leans into you, kissing your palm as he reciprocates the words in a quiet voice. a quirk in his lips and he adds, "i would hope you do. i don't want to be seen having to return to build-a-bear for a second time to return a bear."

you grin, holding up the bear teasingly. "this plush?"

"oni-chan said i should give you something...that you'd appreciate. it's yours as long as you don't replace me with it." he answers, red creeping up his neck. "if you do, i'll return it."

"don't worry, kei. i promise not to replace you with a stuffed animal when i need cuddles." you latch onto his arm, clinging to him easily. he tugs you impossibly closer.

sending yamaguchi a text thank you and a picture of you with your new bear—now named tadashi—with an annoyed tsukishima holding you tight in the photo. 'new family photo! you were right!'.

yamaguchi only grins at the message, laying back on his bed as he smiles. his work as cupid is over. he'd figure out the third wheeling issue later.

for now, mission accomplished.

do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though! (c) 2022 hyeque

FUCK WHY IS HE SO PRETTY

just finished my rant about never writing on tumblr again and how it destroys my sleep and wastes my time yet here i am finishing by megumi imagine after one (1) person complimented my other post

hello! i hope you’re doing well. could i please request a megumi oneshot (fem reader) with some mutual pining, sharing a bed trope (i’m a sucker for those). you can chose the plot or it could just be plotless idm. thank you! ❤️❤️

wonderful annoyance

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : n/a 

wc : 6.9k

a/n : anon i am SO sorry this took so long to get out TT i haven’t found a good time to work on this or write in general, i hope you still see this (probably not im so sorry @_@) anyways this got SUPER lengthy literally the longest piece ive written but i enjoyed where it was going and got distracted i hope u dont mind <3

another sigh.

you roll your eyes in annoyance from the thousandth sigh you’ve heard in the past ten minutes from the raven haired male seated next to you in the black car.

“oh could you stop sighing and be patient for once?”

megumi huffed, turning to look out the window on his side before sighing again and pulling out his phone from his pocket.

itadori, seated in the front passenger seat, was also scrolling through his phone, tapping his foot softly against the car to music playing in his headphones.

the three of you were currently waiting for two people - nobara, who overslept but was now on her way, and gojo, who had forgotten his sunglasses back inside his house.

the car you were all sitting in belonged to gojo as well, relatively small for 5 people to sit in, yet all of you rushed towards the address he had sent at 7 am on a saturday morning when he claimed it was an emergency and needed you all there fast.

however, when you reached the designated location, all three of you out of breath expecting to see a grueling scene of blood and fighting, you were instead met with your hyper teacher with a large bag jumping up and down excitedly in front of his home.

“we’re going on a trip!” he had yelled as megumi and you facepalmed, groaning at the same time while itadori gasped and started jumping with him.

he claims that it was a much needed celebration after one of the most difficult missions you all had completed the week before, but you all knew he was just lonely and wanted to have fun.

the car door suddenly pulls open on megumi’s side, catching all of your attention, greeted by a very confused looking nobara who sighed as she squished into the car.

you stifled a laugh as she basically had her behind shoved on megumi’s face and foot using his knee as a step stool, earning a yelp of pain from the male to which the both of you ignored.

“where’s the blindfold idiot? where are we even going?” 

nobara, now squished into the space between you and megumi, plops her head down onto your shoulder with a yawn. the ginger haired female was never one to be a morning person, and neither were the rest of you.

except the dancing pink haired male sitting in the front passenger seat, happily grooving to whatever music was blasting in his ears.

“gojo says he forgot his glasses, he’s inside the - oh, there he is.”

the car door on the driver’s side opens, the grown male having to bend down a good amount just to enter the car.

“good morning my beloved students! how are we this wonderful sunny morning?” 

gojo turns to face the three of you, flashing a bright smile with his black sunglasses perched low on his nose, awaiting your responses.

megumi yawned, resuming scrolling on his phone as if he didn’t hear him, and nobara drifting back off to sleep still on your shoulder.

feeling the slightest bit bad with the lack of response, you decide to break the awkward silence.

“uh, morning, gojo-sensei. but - where are we all going so early?” 

he pouts for a moment before smiling at you, turning back to face front as he starts up the car. 

“can always count on my favorite student y/n to talk to this old man! and as for where we’re going…” 

he winks in the rearview mirror, the roaring of the car engines signaling it coming to life. 

“it’s a surprise, of course!”

you sigh, not surprised in the least with his response.

“sensei, i’m hungry,” itadori had finally taken off his headphones, now placed around his neck. you feel the car finally start to move, driving off down the road.

“oh! i got a few meat buns for you all, here, they’re in the white bag.”

itadori excitedly rummages through the bag, pulling out a neatly wrapped bun, which looked pretty good and you hadn’t had anything to eat this morning either-

“y/n, nobara, megumi, take some or you’ll be too hungry.” gojo pats the white bag, motioning for the rest of you to eat.

you lean forward, taking one for yourself, your movement waking nobara up from her short nap.

“uhh — oh, the blindfold idiot is here. so where are we going?” she stretches her arms above her, cursing under her breath when it bumps against the car roof.

nobara spots the now unwrapped meat bun in your hand, quickly reaching forward to grab one for herself before taking a large bite out of it, letting out a hum of satisfaction.

“aw.. you guys really want to know that bad?” gojo sighs, turning around to face you all at a red light, pondering for a moment before grinning.

“okay! our first stop is the shopping mall, and we’ll head to the clothing store!”

“is going to the shopping mall...our vacation?” megumi speaks up with a look of disgust, to which gojo laughs.

“of course not, dear megumi! call it...a preparation for the later celebration.” the white haired sorcerer responds with a mysterious tone, turning back around as the light turns green again.

“hmm.. are we going to a fashion show?!” itadori exclaims happily, making the man next to him laugh heartily. 

“oh, we all know who would come in first place if that was the case.” he dramatically strikes a pose, all four of you resisting the urge to puke in his car right then.

“sure, but we all know who’d come in last.” you snicker, stealing a glance at the raven haired male on the other side of the car, smirking when you see his glare towards you.

“as if you’d get a higher place than me with your looks.”

“what the hell did you s-”

“god - can you lovebirds take your argument somewhere else?! i’m trying to enjoy my meal here.”

nobara huffs, kicking megumi’s leg before turning to you, smiling apologetically as she feasts on her third meat bun.

“lovebirds - are you out of your mind?!” megumi stands up out of shock, bumping his head on the roof of the car, making everyone laugh at his flustered expression.

“oh dear, y/n, why don’t you check on your wounded lover? i’m sure he’d love some assistan-”

you throw an unopened meat bun towards gojo’s face, making him yelp and smirk at the red on your face.

of course, everyone thought there was something going on between you and that idiot from your constant bickering, and wouldn’t stop teasing you both once they found out.

it was definitely annoying. 

...or not.

shaking the strange thoughts away, you quickly looked out your window, pretending to be immersed in the buildings and cars passing by.

if only you had taken another look at megumi that second, you would’ve seen he was feeling the same way.

-- -- --

“alright kids, we’re here!”

you looked at your surroundings, a tall, silver building coming into view to which you recognized as one of the largest malls in Japan.

all of you exited the car, immediately groaning at the blazing heat of the sun, wanting to quickly enter the building to feel the cool air of the air conditioner.

the mall was usually pretty crowded on weekends, but gojo managed to lead you all towards one of the large clothing stores to the - swimsuit section..?

“uh, sensei, why are we here..?” itadori widens his eyes at all the bikinis and interesting ... female clothing.

“to pick out clothes, of course!” 

an idea pops into your head, turning around to face gojo. “are we going to the beach?”

gojo smiles widely, patting your head as he drags megumi and itadori to the male section. “you’re my smartest student for a reason, y/n!”

as they walked further away, you could hear megumi’s protests of not wanting to be here and itadori’s exclaims of wanting to stay in the female section.

“call me when you guys are done!” the loud male calls after you and nobara, disappearing on the other side.

the ginger female face palms at your teacher’s usual antics, before turning around and dragging your arm to search for bikinis.

“well, might as well enjoy ourselves, right?” nobara winks at you, already going off by herself towards the unlimited racks of clothing.

just then, you feel a vibration come from your pocket, pulling out your phone to see a text from no one but your annoying teacher and the group chat he created with all of you.

blindfold idiot : don’t worry about prices! get as much as you want, it’s on me! :)

you chuckle, although grateful that he was going out of his way to do so much for you guys.

looking around, you begin to search for your own bikini, visibly recoiling at some of the more revealing ones.

after an hour of painful trying on different sets of swimwear, you finally narrowed it down to between a dark blue and black two-piece. 

deciding to find nobara to ask for her opinion, however she was nowhere in sight, until you heard a familiar shout behind you.

“oi y/n! what’s talking you guys so long?” itadori runs over with a pair of dark shorts slung over his arm, followed by gojo and megumi.

“oh - i don’t know where nobara went, but i’ve just picked out two that i’m still deciding on…”

gojo tilts his head to the side, already beginning to take the clothes from you. “why not just get both?”

you stop him, shaking your head. “no, it’s okay, just-”

“sorry guys! i’m done.” nobara rushes over, a dark red bikini in her hand as she beams brightly at you.

“did you pick, y/n?”

“uh, yeah, which one do you think is better?”

she hums, eyeing both sets for a moment, before her gaze was directed to something behind you.

“ah… get the dark blue one! i like the color.”

you wondered what was up with her weird tone, but shrugged it off and placed the black one back on its rack. 

“okay kids! follow dad to checkout in the front!”

gojo marches towards the checkout section, all of you trailing behind him. it did look like he was your dad.

after paying for all of your clothes, you all make your way back to his car for the next place he was going to take you all to.

“woohoo! beach time!” itadori exclaims happily, gojo already starting the car and beginning to drive off.

“yup! it’s pretty close to here, won’t be a long drive.”

a grunt comes from the left side of you, followed by a “why am i even here,” making you exhale slowly to prevent yourself from landing a fist right in the middle of his face.

somehow you were now sitting in the middle of nobara and megumi, after nobara had hurriedly entered the car before you and took your previous seat, only winking in response when you raised a questioning eyebrow.

and coincidentally, she just decides to place her large white bag holding both of your bikinis in between you and her, leaving you no choice but to sit closer to the mumbling idiot next to you.

after a few minutes of bickering and shoving in the cramped space between you two, gojo finally announces that you’ve reached your destination.

“woahh!” the pink haired teenager excitedly runs out of the car, rushing ahead as gojo parks the car and the rest of you piling out along.

a wide area of beach stretches out alongside the peaceful ocean, littered with people enjoying their time under umbrellas or soaking in the sun. you watch as a group of teenagers bounce a volleyball back in forth in the water, laughter echoing in the sky when one of them trips and falls face first into the water.

“well, kids! feel free to get changed in the bathroom over there, i’ll wait for you all here!” gojo points to the bathrooms at the back, already stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him in only his shorts. he turns back to the car, pulling out multiple towels as well as a cooler he somehow managed to hide in the back of the car.

“you sure are prepared, aren’t you?” nobara laughs, while you take the clothes you all had purchased earlier and pulls out your own.

“all for my lovely students, of course! now go get changed,” he pushes you all in the direction of the bathrooms, to which all of you laugh at and head into your own respective stalls.

after successfully putting on your own bikini, you were glad nobara had picked this dark blue one for you. it might just become your favorite set, the way it fit you perfectly and the color was definitely prettier than the black one.

leaving the bathrooms, you feel the burst of humid air once again, sighing in relief when you feel the smallest breeze whoosh past you.

spotting gojo and itadori already standing by an umbrella and some towels on the ground, you start to make your way over to them before the sight of a familiar figure stops you in your tracks.

megumi, who had also just exited the bathrooms, wincing as the heat hit his skin.  

his previous clothing all removed, save for a pair of blue shorts that you assumed he purchased from the mall earlier. 

your eyes trailed along his now exposed torso, taking in the sight of his light yet defined abs, the results of his constant training, no less. his arms, usually hidden by the uniform’s long sleeves, flexed lightly in the sun as he shields his eyes from the brightness.

shaking your head profusely as you realize you had been shamelessly ogling over his body in broad daylight, he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed with a questioning expression.

“what are you looking at, huh?”

you roll your eyes, about to ignore him and walk away before you notice his eyes scan over your form as well, slowly trailing over your legs before-

he coughs, sputtering and turning away to adjust his line of sight somewhere not facing you, making you smirk to yourself.

but something felt weird. or rather, looked weird.

you tilt your head to the side, megumi’s shorts catching your eye as you process what looked so oddly… familiar about it.

it was dark blue.

the same shade of dark blue as -

your head whips down to your own two piece, and back to his shorts, and back to your own clothes.

even the design, the pattern on the sides of your set and his shorts were identical.

thinking back to when you were all back at the mall, you groan as realization hits you that nobara was the one who picked out this one for you.

she must’ve known it was a matching set when she saw megumi’s choice of shorts.

the male still standing opposite of you seems to have come to the same conclusion, mouth forming into an ‘o’ as his cheeks begin to tint pink.

pretending like you have no idea of the situation, you turn to head over to where the rest of the group was sitting.

“ooh y/n! you look great!” itadori cheers upon seeing you, waving to megumi who was just a few steps behind you.

“thanks yuji, you too,” you smile at the bright boy, who looked like he couldn’t wait to get in the water and bathe in the sun.

you catch nobara’s eye, raising your eyebrows in a way that says, ‘really?’ to which she just responds with a wink and a quiet laugh.

“well kids, go out there and have some fun! the old man is going to stay here and relax, just call if you need anything!”

with that, you all run off towards the water cheering, with a certain male grumbling as he follows along.

you feel the cold water reach your waist as you submerge deeper into the ocean, a pleasant contrast to the blazing heat on your upper body. an small occasional wave pushes you slightly, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by your friends as well as the cool water.

“hey y/n!” you hear nobara’s voice call your name from just a few feet away, turning around to answer, instead being met with a splash of water to your face.

after wiping your eyes from the liquid being splashed into it, you heard her giggle from across from you.

“is that how we’re playing now? perfect time for revenge then,” you smirk at her dying laughter, her arms already reaching up to shield her face from your attack, but was just a second too late as you throw a large amount of water at her.

“hey—! oh, it’s on-“ she coughs before quickly recovering and launching a water attack at you again, however this time you heard a familiar male cough and sputter right behind you.

“what the hell.” you turn to see megumi’s hair now wet with water dripping from the ends, his fingers running through the strands to move it out of his face.

your eyes trail lower, following the water droplets as it slides down his collarbone, then his chest, then his stoma-

“i want to join too!” itadori suddenly jumps at you three, the impact of his body against the water sending a large splash to all of you, making you laugh and resume splashing water at each other.

ready to send one particularly strong wave towards itadori, you suddenly feel your foot catch onto a hard object on the sand making you lose your balance as you trip forward, arms reaching out to somehow stop the impact.

ready to fall face first into the water, you feel a pair of rough hands grab your waist from behind, pulling you backwards mid-fall. regaining your balance again in the water, you become aware of your body being pressed up against a hard surface and the two hands that had saved you still gripping your sides.

turning around, you’re beyond shocked to recognize no one but megumi, lips parted slightly, panting with the same annoyed expression as he looks down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you could feel his heartbeat against your back, thumping at an unusually quick pace, almost matching your own.

swallowing the strange lump in your throat, you move away from him - immediately missing the temporary warmth he had provided with his body pressed against yours - and feel your cheeks heat up despite the cool breeze that was passing by.

“uh - thanks.. for that.” you managed to get out, avoiding making eye contact with him, looking at every other direction.

“tch. don’t be so clumsy. it’s annoying.”

he then turns around to walk away, leaving you with your mouth opened, shocked at the fact that he just called you annoying for tripping on a rock.

thank heavens for the darkening sky, making it difficult for you to see his blushing cheeks.

wait, dark—?

you look up at the sky, expecting to immediately look away due to the brightness of the sun, only to be met with a dark, gloomy sky with clouds moving over instead. in just mere seconds, it was almost like someone draped a large cover over the sky, making it completely dark on a summer day.

suddenly, a loud thunder crack could be heard in the distance, making every person that was in the water retreat back onto shore, panicking.

you feel droplets start to fall on your skin, getting heavier and louder as it started fully raining on the beach. all of you ran back to gojo, who was already packing up the things he brought, a worried expression on his usually calm face.

“get in the car, i’ll be there in a second.”

all of you obeyed, settling back in the car seats as raindrops continue to fall on the window, the patter of the droplets almost soothing if not for the occasional cracks of thunder echoing through the sky.

moments after, gojo enters the car again, sighing loudly as he hands you all towels to dry your wet bodies off. well, as best as you could in a cramped car with limited space to move.

“man, i did not expect there to be heavy rain today. the weather forecast didn’t even say anything about it.” you could hear the pout in his voice, disappointment obvious in his mood.

itadori shrugs, looking out the window at the few remaining people on the beach, packing quickly to get indoors.

“it’s okay, sensei! i enjoyed our time anyway. we should be thanking you for taking us here.”

gojo turns, smiling softly at the male seated next to him attempting to cheer him up, and lets out a large exhale before starting up the car.

“alright! although our time was cut short today, we need to get inside-“ he stops in his words, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“actually, i can’t drive you all home in this weather. hm—“ he unlocks his phone, tapping a few times on the screen as his eyes scan over the contents.

“ah! there’s a great hotel pretty close to here, let’s just stay there for the night. make sure you tell your parents so they don’t worry, alright?”

the car begins to move, the windshield wipers moving across the window to clean the water off the glass. you pull your phone out to text your mom a quick note about your current situation, earning a reply from her to stay safe and call her if anything happens.

“gosh, it’s so cold,” nobara shivers from beside you, draping the towel over herself in an attempt to create some warmth for her exposed body.

you become aware of your own shivering, already itching to take a warm shower and change back into dry clothing.

the male next to you sneezes, sniffling softly after. gojo sends you all an apologetic look from his seat at the front.

“sorry kiddos, you can change back into your old clothes after a shower at the hotel- oh, we’re here.”

he parks the car in front of a tall, fancy looking building with seemingly never ending windows. you all run out the car and quickly make your way to the entrance, feeling the rain against your skin once again while clutching your belongings in your arms.

“whew… hello! i’d like to make a reservation for us five.” gojo walks up to the lady at the front with a smile.

“welcome, just one second please.” the woman types away on her laptop, keys clicking against her nails as she looks over available rooms for you guys.

“it seems like we only have two rooms with two beds, and one single-bed room, is that okay? we’ve been a little busy due to the rain.”

gojo looks back at you guys, pondering for a moment before nodding back at her. “that’s fine, thank you.”

“who’s going to be with who?” itadori questions, the rest of you wanting to know as well.

“hmm.. i’ll have to be in the single bed room, so…who wants to be together?”

“nobara and i could share one of the rooms,” you offer, since you were both females, it would only be right.

“uh… actually, i- promised to… show itadori this really cool trick!! with my … cursed technique“ she nudges, or more like shoves, itadori while her panicked eyes motion over to you and megumi.

“wha- OH-“ itadori gasps, clearing his throat as he laughs awkwardly. “yeah, and the trick.. is going to take a while— so it’s best if me and her are together!” nobara nods her head up and down quickly in agreement.

“um, we also have a special room with three beds if you are interested.”the woman speaks up awkwardly.

you cock an eyebrow at their weird behavior. “okayy… so, me, megumi and gojo in that one then, and you two in the other? since you seem pretty…excited to show this trick,”, already cringing at the thought of sharing the room with both of the most annoying people you know.

“NO!” they both protest at the same time, looking to each other in panic.

“the- uh, three bed room must be quite expensive! since it’s special, right? so let’s not spend too much of sensei’s money, and he can stay in the basic single room instead.”

nobara and itadori share a proud look, leaving even the hotel lady speechless, hands holding the room keys hanging in the air in the middle of handing them to gojo.

“so.. you’re saying i have to share with…” megumi finally speaks up, casting you a disgusted look.

“..her?”

you scoff at his rude tone, looking towards gojo for his response to this. surely he would disagree.

“uh- i agree! so it’s decided then, megumi and y/n in one, itadori and nobara in one, and me in the single room!”

you gape at his answer, already being dragged along towards the elevator to head up to your respective rooms.

“what?! i’m not going to sleep in the same room with this guy.”

you look at the three of them hiding in one corner of the elevator while megumi mumbles something about how he’d rather sleep outside in the rain.

the elevator dings! signalling that you had reached your floor. itadori, nobara and gojo step out quickly, leaving you eyeing them suspiciously as they try their best to avoid eye contact.

“it’s getting late, make sure to shower and head to bed, alright?”

gojo hands you your room key to the room you were going to share with him, and the other key to nobara.

“i still don’t get why i-“ you start to protest, before two doors slam right before you finish your sentence. the three of them had hurriedly entered their room right next to each other.

megumi grumbles from beside you, staring down at his feet. you two stayed in the hallway for a few moments in silence, already dreading having to deal with the other until the next morning.

sighing, you accept your fate and look at your room key number. 309.

the rooms were in consecutive order, gojo in 311, and the other two in 310.

slotting the key into the hole, you push the door open to reveal an average sized room, beige curtains covering the window on the far end of the room with another shut door which you assumed was the bathroom. it contained a large wooden closet for clothing and other belongings.

you hear soft footsteps follow you into the room, everything else silent besides from the door softly clicking shut.

you sit down on one bed, already taking out your dry clothing from this morning to prepare for your shower.

megumi, still standing in the middle of the room, looks around as if he was searching for something.

he walks over to the shut door, revealing a bright bathroom to which he turns back around and scans the room again, confusion evident on his face.

“what are you doing?”

“where’s the other bed?”

you raise an unimpressed eyebrow, clearly it was right ther-

you turn your head to the left.

then the right.

nothing.

to your left was the wooden closet, and to your right was… a wall.

“did the idiot give us the wrong key?” he grumbles, running a hand through his raven colored locks.

“i’ll go ask.”

you stand, making your way to the door and unlocking it, standing back again in the carpeted hallway.

walking up to room 311, you raise a fist and knock against the door. you decide to wait a couple seconds for a response.

no answer.

“sensei?” you knock again, louder this time.

still no answer.

you sigh, taking out your phone to call him instead. no way he fell asleep that quick.

three times you called, and it went to voicemail. maybe he was in the shower?

you decide to knock on the other two’s room this time, at least hoping to switch rooms with one of them.

silence, again.

even if one of them was showering, the other could answer...right?

groaning, you assumed they were just purposely ignoring you. they were always up to something, after all. it’s not like you were stupid.

“trying to purposely put me and this idiot in the same room…” you huff, accepting your defeat and retreating back to your room.

“none of them answered the door.” you sigh out when the waiting male sends you a questioning look.

“whatever. i’ll sleep on the floor or something.” he grumbles, yawning as he prepares to set his space on the ground.

you felt a little bad that you were the only one sleeping on a comfortable mattress, so the next words that came out of your mouth could arguably be the dumbest words that you’ve ever spoken before. you blamed it on the fact that you were tired and just wanted to head to bed peacefully.

“you know, there’s space for two people. it’s king sized.” you motion over to the large bed.

his eyes meet yours, and you could almost see gears turning in his head as he processes the offer.

“what?” was the only thing he said.

you swallow, moving one of the pillows in the dead center of the bed, creating a barrier for the two of you.

“you don’t get on my side, and i won’t get on yours. you don’t have to sleep on the floor, it’s not clean, anyway.”

his features twist into confusion, then disgust at the thought of sharing a bed with you, then… embarrassment?

before he could speak and make you regret your whole life any further, you decide to speak first.

“or- do whatever you want. i’m going to shower.”

you hurriedly grab your clean clothes and dash into the bathroom, locking the door behind you immediately.

what were you thinking? why did it matter to you whether he slept comfortably or not?

you’re probably just tired and in need of a hot shower, you think, stripping off your swimwear and hopping into the shower.

a relieved sigh leaves your lips, feeling the warm water splash against your skin as you bask in the feeling for a while.

after a while, you (begrudgingly) leave the warm water and dry yourself off, changing back into your shirt and pants.

upon exiting the bathroom, you notice megumi now leaning against the headboard of the bed lazily, one hand holding his phone as he scrolls through - god knows what.

his head shoots up when you walk out, clearing his throat as he stands up to take his shower.

“i’ll - sleep on the bed, too. the floor is too dirty, anyway.” he tells you gruffly, walking past you to the bathroom.

“oh, alright.”

when the bathroom door shuts, you flop onto the bed, hair still wet as your heart beats unusually fast from the thought of sharing a bed with your annoying rival.

deciding to dry your hair quickly before he comes out so you could pretend to be asleep when he gets in bed, you noticed the pillow barrier you placed earlier had been moved slightly towards his side, giving your side more space.

gulping heavily, you wondered if he had done that on purpose or if he had just unknowingly shifted it. and you wondered why your heart was beating even faster.

furiously shaking the weird thoughts away, you reached for the black hair dryer the hotel room provided to dry off your hair before he finished showering.

after a while, your hair was dry and you could hear the water in the bathroom come to a stop, signalling he was almost done.

you dive under the soft covers, body immediately relaxing into the clean, fluffy mattress. you have to admit it was a bit cold, as you were wearing shorts and the AC was on.

hearing the door click open, you instantly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep to avoid awkward interaction with him.

heavy footsteps could be heard coming to a stop, you assuming he had noticed you were asleep.

a bag’s zipper, then the harsh blowing of the hair dryer for a few minutes, then finally the clicking of the lights turning off.

the bed’s weight sinked on the opposite side, feeling the covers lift for a moment before falling back down.

no knife could even make a dent in the thick tension currently in the room, awkward shuffling coming from his side of the bed followed by silence.

then more shuffling and kicking. you were beginning to get annoyed.

you flip over, seeing megumi now back in his regular clothing, the scent of the hotel shampoo strong in his hair. and he looked distressed. like always.

“what are you doing? stop kicking the blanket.” 

he turns to meet your eyes, huffing as he looks away and lay back down onto his pillow.

“there’s...no space.”

you look over to his side, noticing that he was pretty much hanging off the bed with the amount of space he had. and then the amount of space between the both of you.

“i don’t have a disease, you know. you can move closer - just not too close.”

he seems to ponder your words for a moment, before shifting a centimeter closer to your side.

you sigh, deciding to let him do whatever he wanted, it’s not like you cared whether he fell off the bed in the middle of the night or not. 

turning over once again to face the wall, you feel his legs brush up against yours for a second, sending goosebumps trickling down your own skin.

a few moments of peaceful silence passes, and you feel goosebumps litter your skin again. except this time it wasn’t from him touching you. you were freezing.

“hey… is there a way to turn the AC off? it’s k-kind of cold in here.” 

you shiver, trying to pull the covers over you more, still feeling cold despite it being summer.

the male hums tiredly from beside you, looking around for a possible remote control to turn the AC down, but it was hard to see from his position on the bed, so he tosses the covers aside and gets up to look.

you watch as he walks around the room, opening drawers and checking in the large closet, but to no avail.

“check that drawer over there,” you motion to one wooden drawer he hadn’t checked yet, to which he opens and looks inside.

his eyes scan over the contents, lingering for a while as he searches. 

“so… is it there?”

he almost jumps, like he was in deep thought and was suddenly interrupted, before shaking his head and shutting the drawer.

you sigh, disappointed as he crawls back into bed again, not sure if you could even fall asleep without shivering every two seconds.

megumi seems to move a little closer to your side, you notice, shrugging it off, thinking he finally realized he didn’t want to fall off the bed in his sleep.

“aren’t you cold?” you question him, eyeing one of his legs slung above the covers, and he was wearing shorts, too.

“no.” 

“then give me the blanket.” 

you try to tug it over more to your side, but he grabs it first and stops you. you tug on it again, and he tugs it back.

“you said you weren’t cold!”

“that doesn’t mean i don’t want it!”

you two begin to play tug of war with the blanket on the bed, trying to get it more on your own sides until one particularly hard tug on his side pulls you along towards him.

now, you two were mere inches apart from each other, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body from your close proximity. his light green eyes looking down towards your own, both of your breaths mingling together from panting from the constant tugging.

“w-we - there’s enough space for both, so-” he sputters out, letting go of the covers.

you let go as well, however now that both of you were completely under the blanket, your bodies were pretty much touching each other as well.

not that you minded as much - you were beginning to feel warmer due to his body heat and the full blanket. your cheeks were also oddly heating up quite a bit.

god did his body feel so warm against yours, you craved more of his heat, his warmth-

“what are you… doing?”

you opened your eyes, noticing that your head was now resting on his chest, his face red with his hands awkwardly in the air, unsure where to be placed. you had unknowingly moved closer to him while trying to be less cold, resulting in the extremely close position you two were now in.

“i-oh - sorry, i didn’t mean to-” you began to shift away, embarrassed and wanting to hide away and never come back out.

“wait-” he grabs your wrist suddenly, stopping you from moving away, the action shocking the both of you.

“i mean- you’re annoying, but it’s even more annoying if you keep complaining about being cold, so-” he clears his throat, trying to seem as unbothered as possible.

“so..?”

“- so you can move… closer.”

you gape for a moment, before nodding slowly and returning back to his body, head resting under his chin. you did feel way warmer in this position, and this way the two of you would be able to sleep faster, anyway.

surprisingly, you feel his arms unsurely wrap around your form, him letting out a relieved sigh when you don’t land a punch in his face for touching you.

his heartbeat in his chest sounds loudly against your ear, and you were sure that yours was just beating as fast in your own chest.

you never wished to leave this position, his arms wrapped snug around your waist, making you feel so secure and safe. beginning to feel yourself drift off to dreamland, you could feel the subtle touch of something against the top of your head, right before your eyes fluttered shut.

“..night.”

-- -- --

“ugh…”

cringing away from the sunlight flooding through the windows, you begin to stretch your arms from your place in the bed when-

“ow-”

your hand bumps against a hard object, turning quickly to see megumi’s face scrunched in pain, just above you.

his arms were still wrapped tightly around you and hair standing in all directions from just waking up. you stifled a laugh at his bed hair.

“what’s so funn-”

three knocks at the door almost made your soul jump out of your body, doing the same to the male beside you. you two hurriedly move away from each other, clearly it could be easily misunderstood if someone walked in and saw you two... together.

megumi drags himself to the door, answering it and almost falling backwards from three large figures shoving it open.

“morning megumi and y/n!” a familiar annoying voice calls out towards you, groaning when you see itadori, nobara and gojo enter your room.

“mmm, how’d you sleep last night? or… did you not get any sleep because you were too busy..?”

nobara smirks, flopping down onto the bed by your feet as you roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with her so early in the morning. 

“did you sleep well last night, y/n?” gojo now stands beside you as well, winking from under his sunglasses.

you groan. “not you too.”

gojo laughs, the sound booming through the hotel room. “well, what do you say we grab breakfast downstairs together? i heard they have pretty high quality food here.”

itadori cheers, sitting down on the bed besides you, making you wonder how they were all this hyper in the morning.

“sure, i’m starving, actually. and- why is it so cold in here?” nobara shivers, looking around the room.

you sigh, motioning to the AC on the ceiling. “we couldn’t find the control to turn it off.”

“isn’t it right here?” gojo holds a small, white remote control in his hand, a wooden drawer opened besides him, indicating where he got it from.

wait-

“didn’t you say-”

you whip your head around to look at megumi, he had clearly checked that specific drawer you had asked him to yesterday, and said it wasn’t there.

he looks at you from across the room, shrugging before opening the door to the bathroom to prepare for the day. along with his last words before the door shut, you swore you saw the smallest hint of a smile tugging on his lips.

“guess i just didn’t look hard enough.”