MEGUMI x Female Reader(Fluff)

"Y/N, stop touching my hair."

Megumi's voice was flat, his face impassive as ever.

But that didn't stop you.

Grinning, you ran your fingers through his dark locks again, deliberately messing it up even more.

"Why? It's so soft!" you cooed, fluffing it up like he was some kind of grumpy, oversized cat.

Megumi twitched.

His hands clenched into fists, ears burning red, but his expression remained mostly neutral.

Mostly.

"You're ruining it," he muttered, trying (and failing) to sound annoyed.

"No, I'm improving it," you countered, ruffling his bangs until they stuck up in random directions.

At this point, he looked like a very pissed-off porcupine.

Itadori and Nobara—who had been silently watching from the couch—finally burst out laughing.

"OH MY GOD—" Nobara wheezed, slamming her fist against the table. "He looks like—like a depressed pineapple!"

Itadori wiped a fake tear. "Fushiguro, buddy, this is a look. I think Y/N just made you hotter."

Megumi glared at both of them.

"Shut. Up."

"Don't listen to them, Megumi," you teased, still playing with his hair. "You look adorable."

His brain glitched.

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢.𝐞𝐱𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

He could handle a lot of things.

Itadori being a menace.

Nobara screaming at random hours.

Gojo's existence.

But you?

Calling him adorable?

That was too much.

His mind went completely blank.

No thoughts. No words. Just 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

His body went rigid. His jaw locked.

And his entire face turned red.

"…Uhm. Megumi?"

You waved a hand in front of his face.

Nothing.

He wasn't moving.

"OH MY GOD, HE'S BROKEN!" Itadori gasped.

"Y/N, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Nobara screamed.

You blinked. "I just… touched his hair?"

Silence.

Then—

"Do it again."

Nobara and Itadori spoke at the same time.

Megumi snapped out of it instantly.

"NO. SHE WON'T."

"Yes, she will," Itadori said smugly.

"For science," Nobara added.

Megumi glared. "I hate you both."

"You love us," Nobara corrected. "Now go on, Y/N, keep touching his hair."

You grinned and reached out again.

Megumi grabbed your wrist instantly.

His grip wasn't rough, but it was firm.

His fingers were warm against your skin, his gaze locked onto yours.

And for the first time, you felt your own face heat up.

"...Enough." His voice was low.

You swallowed.

Oh.

Oh.

Why was that kind of… hot?

Before you could recover, Megumi stood up abruptly.

Still holding your wrist.

"You guys are insufferable," he muttered.

Then, he bolted.

With you.

"WAIT— MEGUMI, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" you yelped as he dragged you down the hallway.

"FAR AWAY FROM THEM."

"OH MY GOD, HE'S KIDNAPPING HER," Itadori shouted.

"Y/N, BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP!" Nobara added.

Megumi's ears turned redder.

"SHUT UP!"

But as he pulled you along, you couldn't help but smile.

Maybe teasing Megumi wasn't so bad.

Maybe…

You should do it more often.

Megumi thought he was safe.

He wasn't.

After dragging you away from the common room, he had stayed away from you for hours. Hours.

It was pathetic.

And now, here you were—leaning against his dorm door, arms crossed, smirking like a fox.

"Fushiguro~" you sang, knocking lightly.

Nothing.

Silence.

Oh, so he was ignoring you?

Fine.

You leaned in, resting your forehead against the door. Your voice dropped low, teasing.

"Are you hiding from me?"

Silence.

Then—

A soft, annoyed sigh.

And the door clicked open.

There he stood.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Your favorite victim.

His hair was still messy from your attack earlier, and damn, he looked good in just his black T-shirt and sweatpants.

His deep blue eyes locked onto yours—unamused, guarded, yet slightly nervous.

You grinned.

"Found you."

He sighed. "What do you want?"

"You."

Pause.

Megumi's brain short-circuited so hard, you could almost hear the Windows error sound.

"…Excuse me?"

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "What? You asked what I wanted. And I said you."

His ears turned bright red.

You loved this game.

"You—" He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "You're annoying."

"You love it," you teased, stepping inside his dorm.

He didn't stop you.

That was a mistake.

Because now you were too close.

You leaned against his desk, watching as he tried to act normal.

He wasn't.

You let out a soft hum, eyeing him. "You're kinda pretty, you know that?"

His jaw clenched.

"…Shut up."

"Awww, my pretty boy's shy."

"Y/N."

He sounded like he was about to combust.

You didn't stop.

"Your hair's still messy." You reached up.

He froze.

You touched it again.

This time, gentler. Running your fingers through his dark strands, smoothing them down slowly.

His breathing hitched.

Oh.

You felt that.

He swallowed hard.

"…What are you doing?" His voice came out way softer than intended.

You smirked.

"Fixing you."

A bold move—your fingers trailing down the side of his face, brushing against his jaw.

He tensed.

He was so warm.

And you could see it now— the way his gaze flickered, his fingers twitching like he was holding himself back.

God, he was fun.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered, turning his face away.

But you caught it—that slight clench of his jaw.

He was losing this battle.

Time for the kill.

You leaned in closer, lips near his ear.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Megumi stiffened.

Your fingers brushed the back of his neck.

You swore he shivered.

His hands curled into fists.

"…No."

Gotcha.

But before you could push further, Megumi did the unthinkable.

He grabbed your wrist.

Firm. Warm.

And when you met his gaze, his eyes were darker.

Serious.

"…Enough," he murmured.

Your heart skipped.

Oh.

He was actually fighting back now.

And damn.

Why was that hot?

"Then make me stop."

His grip tightened.

And suddenly—

He was pulling you closer.

Your breath hitched as his forehead bumped against yours, the air thick between you.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he warned, voice low.

You smirked. "I like games."

Silence.

Then—

He let go.

Stepped back.

"Go to bed," he muttered, turning away.

You stared.

Megumi just walked away.

MEGUMI JUST WALKED AWAY?!

You blinked. Twice.

Then—

You smirked.

Oh.

This wasn't over.

Not even close.

Megumi really, really thought he could ignore you.

He thought he could just walk away, let it go, and somehow this tension would fade.

He was a fool.

Because five minutes later, you were back.

Sitting on his bed.

Holding one of his shirts.

Smirking.

Megumi stopped in his tracks, staring.

"…Why are you still here?"

You held up his shirt, examining it. "This is nice. I might steal it."

"Like hell you will."

You just grinned, unbothered. "Then stop me."

His jaw tightened.

Oh.

You were pushing him.

Hard.

"Y/N," he warned, voice low.

But you?

You loved the way he tensed up.

How he shifted his weight, clenched his hands.

How he was fighting himself.

So, you pushed harder.

"I mean, unless you want me to wear it," you hummed. "Might look cute on me."

Megumi snapped.

You barely had time to react.

One second, you were smirking.

The next—

Your back hit the wall.

Hard.

A sharp gasp left your lips.

Megumi's hands were pinned beside your head.

His eyes?

Dark.

Intense.

The air shifted.

"You're such a brat," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft.

You swallowed. "And?"

His jaw clenched.

Silence.

Then—

He leaned in.

Your breath hitched.

You could feel it.

His warmth.

The way his chest barely brushed yours.

The tension so thick, it was suffocating.

"You think I won't do something about this?" His voice was low, sharp, teasing.

Your heart raced.

"Then do it, Fushiguro," you whispered.

A sharp exhale.

And then—

He moved.

One hand grabbed your chin, tilting it up.

His other hand?

It gripped your waist.

Tightly.

Your stomach flipped.

And Megumi?

He watched you.

Eyes locked on yours, daring you to keep running your mouth.

You didn't.

"Not so talkative now, huh?"

His lips brushed your ear.

You shivered.

"Megumi—"

"Shut up."

Oh.

Your breath hitched.

And suddenly—

His nose grazed your jaw, his lips ghosting over your skin.

Too close.

Your fingers curled into his shirt.

And he noticed.

Oh, he noticed.

"You like this," he murmured.

It wasn't a question.

You swallowed hard. "Maybe."

A slow smirk.

And then—

He finally kissed you.

Firm. Sure. Possessive.

Your stomach flipped.

And just like that, you lost.

Again.

You were still breathless.

Still against the wall.

And Megumi?

He was smirking.

The smug little—

You shoved his chest. "You enjoyed that, huh?"

"Yeah," he admitted, unbothered.

You gawked. "You weren't even embarrassed!?"

Megumi blinked. "Why would I be?"

Your soul left your body.

Was this the same Megumi?!

"You—"

Before you could yell, he grabbed his shirt from your hands.

"Go steal someone else's clothes," he muttered.

You fumed.

"Oh, I hate you."

"Sure you do."

You threw a pillow at his head.

He caught it.

And smirked.

Damn it.

You were so screwed.