a blooming dream

I alr commented but im gonna request to be more specific. It’s really similar, butt basically one where the backstory is Megumi and y/n are dating and they met on a mission bc there were no other sorcerers available. But no one knows they’re together and they all find out different times, and everyone thinks they’re both perfect for each other bc they’re both so reserved and mysterious.

five times Megumi Fushiguro’s friends and family found out he had a girlfriend, and the one time he told them willingly

Megumi Fushiguro never shared anything about himself. His friends didn’t even know he had a sister, why would they know that he was hiding a girlfriend 300 miles across the country?

In Megumi’s defense, he didn’t feel the need to share this information. It was his life, so it was his business. His life was in fact, none of their business.

The first time anyone found out you two were dating was after you completed one of your joint missions together. It was one of many, of course, so your routine was simple. Practiced even. Meet up, complete the mission, then he’d wait until you were safe on your train back to kyoto, then he’d allow himself to make his way back to Tokyo.

Unfortunately for Megumi, a little somebody was waiting for him at the train station that very day. That little somebody just so happened to be his annoying ass parental guardian.

Despite his tough exterior, Megumi was actually a clingy and affectionate person. He loved like a dog, snappy with anyone else, soft around the edges just for you.

Your bag was set at your feet. He had his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, cheek pressed against your [h/c] head of hair. He was squeezing you so hard it was like he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he let go.

You slapped his arm lightly. “Megumi Fushiguro, I’m gonna miss my train if you don’t let me go this instant.”

He huffed. “Fine then. Miss your train.”

Selfish bastard. He was only doing this so he could spend more time with you. He’d rather die than go home before knowing you were safe.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna miss you..”

“You’re gonna see me in a week. The goodwill event is back at your campus this year.”

“A week is too long..” Sometimes you wondered if you were dating a jujutsu sorcerer, or a clingy baby. You shot him a rare smile, and he felt his cheeks heat up almost instantly. He almost murmured ‘pretty’ out loud.

Your cute moment was cut off when a loud voice called out Megumi’s name, drawing attention from literally everyone. Megumi groaned at the familiar voice. He wanted to jump in front of a moving train right then and there.

“MEGUMIIIIIIII!!!”

You turn around to see a scarily tall white haired man waving at your boyfriend like a toddler. He appeared beside Megumi before you could blink.

Megumi raised an annoyed brow. “Gojo-sensei.. what are you doing here?”

“I was passing by, so of course i had to pick up my favourite student!” Gojo grinned before mumbling something to Megumi about ‘not telling Yuta he said that’. Gojo’s attention eventually shifted towards you. His gaze trailed down to your hand, fingers intertwined with Megumi’s.

His eyes flickered back and forth between you two.

He raised a finger. “Is this..?” Gojo knew you were a sorcerer. He kept track of all of Megumi’s missions, and his adoptive son certainly did not have a solo mission today.

There was a beat of awkward silence. Megumi watched as the gears in Gojo’s head slowly clicked into place. It was hard to miss, because the moment it did, he exploded and-

“MY MEGUMI HAS A GIRLFRIEND??” Gojo shrieked, making Megumi physically wince.

Gojo went on an entire ramble about how Megumi never told his dear old dad anything and how proud of his son he was. Megumi clicked his tongue way too loud when Gojo got to the part about giving him ‘the talk’.

Gojo looked to you standing beside a fuming, red-faced Megumi, blinking.

“You’re [l/n]’s kid, aren’t you?”

You didn’t know how he knew that. You knew you came from a family of famous sorcerer’s, but your parents died so early on in your life even you didn’t know what they looked like.

“No wonder Megumi calls you ‘the creepy adult’ who follow him and his two friends around whenever they hang out.”

“He calls me what now?”

The second time somebody found out you two were a thing was a week later at Tokyo jujutsu high.

All you wanted to do was take a goddamn nap, but nooo, all your classmates were goddamn brutes. Todo was a smart person, but sometimes you wondered if he traded his brain for his muscles.

Your eyes snapped open at the loud bang from across campus. You sat up and yawned, and the sound of buildings crashing down hit you instantly. What a drag. You didn’t need to walk far to find the source of the noise. You had to rub your eyes to fully process the fight going on.

“I was just being nice, and you’re acting all high-and-mighty. Since you said that..”

“Then I’ll do it.”

Megumi raised his fists. Goddamit Fushiguro. Always pulling drastic measures for situations that didn’t call for it.

Todo and Megumi froze. At first they thought it was just the chill that was sent down their spines when Megumi tried to summon Mahoraga, but they were wrong.

It was just you. The presence of your high-pressure cursed energy was enough to halt their steps.

“Are you guys done?” You strolled to where Megumi was on the ground. “Todo, save that energy for the battlefield, alright? We don’t want you snapping a hip.”

Todo was about to open his mouth to protest, before he was cut off by a scene straight out of one of those sappy romance dramas.

He watched you, the least touchy person he’s ever met (so untouchy that you flipped people over your shoulder the moment they got too close), crouch down beside Megumi to brush his blood stained hair out of his eyes.

“You look like shit, Fushiguro.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

At this point, Todo didn’t even recognize you. It was like you did a complete 180° just for this first year student. You wiped the blood of his face carefully, concerned look in your eyes.

“Does it hurt?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you ran your thumb across his forehead. Megumi just shook his head. It always seemed like his face would go all red when you got close.

“I hate it when you always try to solve your problems with that stupid suicide god..” Megumi studied your expression. He hated being a burden, but he hated making you upset even more.

“Sorry, [n/n].”

“[Name]! Why are you wiping blood off the person we’re going to be fighting in a few days?”

You didn’t take your eyes off Megumi. “I’m sorry I don’t want my boyfriend to look uncivilized at a joint school event.”

Todo grabbed the back of your uniform and you let out a tiny passive ‘ow’ before getting your ears yelled off. “BOYFRIEND? DOES MAI KNOW? WHY DON’T I KNOW?”

The questions just kept coming. He started dragging you away to look for your other classmates. You gave Megumi one last shrug and a tiny wave, leaving him there on the floor. Megumi watched you disappear into the distance as you were dragged further across campus.

Megumi sat there, hand over his mouth as he fought back a smile, but he ended up grinning like an idiot anyways. Good thing no one was watching him.

The third time, Megumi just dropped it like a bomb. Maki and Toge were searching for Megumi so they could talk strategy for the goodwill event. He was usually awake around this time, so it was weird that he was nowhere to be seen. They made their way to his room, with Maki starting to bang on his door with her fists.

Megumi may just be the lightest sleeper on the planet, his nightmares certainly didn’t help with that factor either. One time Yuji was trying to sneak back into his own dorm past curfew, and he let out the tiniest sneeze that sounded more like a squeak than anything. He woke Megumi up, and his best friend threatened to- let me check my notes here.. “smoke his shit”.

“Fushiguro! Open this door right now!” Maki hollered. Toge backed up a few paces. He did not want to be caught between an angry Maki and a grumpy Megumi.

Maki didn’t wait any longer. She just slid open his door so hard it hit the wall. “Fushiguro, what the hell did I say? Get your ass out here or-”

“I’m up, I’m up, okay?” Megumi threw his arms over his eyes, sleepy, morning voice startling Toge and Maki.

“You’re never late, what’s gotten into y-?” Maki trailed off as a second figure sat up in his bed. You ran a hand over your face before turning to the two standing at the door.

“Hey guys.”

“Mustard leaf..?” Toge stood there, absolutely flabbergasted. I mean, who wouldn’t be shocked if you went into your own friend’s room and saw a whole other person sit up in their bed.

“Before you ask, yes we’re dating.” Megumi just flipped onto his stomach, away from the intruders standing at his bedroom door.

“What- huh?- how? How did you two even meet? You literally live halfway across the country from each other!” This is why

“Uh.. remember when I went on that mission in Yokohama?”

“.. yes?”

“The higher ups didn’t trust me to exorcise a special grade curse on my own without coming back half dead, so they sent backup for me. [Name] over here was the only one available.”

“If I knew it was Fushiguro I wouldn’t have gone.”

“Hey.”

The fourth time came so abruptly your friends almost didn’t catch it. You were so closed off at times Mai would call you a turtle, even learning your date of birth was a miracle to them.

You, Miwa and Mai were passing by the Tokyo campus’s training field. You spotted Megumi and paused to stare for a second. It was just a quick glance to see how he was doing, nothing more.

But Miwa and Mai caught you red handed.

“Who are you staring at, [n/n]?” Miwa peered over your shoulder. Before you could mutter the word ‘nobody’, Miwa was already in the midst of following your line of sight towards the field.

“Oh my god, are you staring at Fushiguro?” Mai cackled, and you felt your face grow hot. Somehow, you were able to compose yourself in a matter of seconds. You went back to your stoic facade, face going cold once more.

You rolled your eyes. “I am not staring at Fushiguro. All the Tokyo students are there. I’m judging them.”

“You judge literally everybody, and there is no way in hell that’s your judging people face!” Miwa giggled. “Awww.. don’t tell us that our little [n/n] has a crush on the bad boy!”

“It fits, right? Just imagine it, the two of you hating everybody together, but then deep down, you guys are all soft and care for each other with your whole hearts..” Mai nudged you with her elbow playfully.

“Are guys seriously writing fanfiction about me and my boyfriend right now?” You huffed.

“No but I totally ship it. Everyone says opposites attract, but I honestly disagree. Megumi wouldn’t be able to deal with someone much louder than him, so him falling in love with someone who’s just as moody and broody him is perfect, no?” Miwa beamed.

“Miwa’s right, [n/n]. With all due respect, you’re basically just the genderbent version of-”

Record scratch.

She backed up. “[Name].”

“Yes?”

“Did you just say boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

Mai linked her arm through yours. “What? You’re dating fushiguro? Since when?”

You sucked in a breath before answering. You and Megumi actually kept your relationship on the down low quite well. It didn’t take much effort though, because all your friends thought you two were so anti-social, that you’d never be able to get into a relationship anyways.

“… we’ve been dating for a year.”

“WHAT??”

Miwa and Mai started interrogating you aggressively. You weren’t listening though. Every word went through one ear and right out the other. You looked right past them back onto the training field.

Maybe you were staring. Just a little.

The fifth time someone found out you were dating was completely on accident. Maki was on a FaceTime call with Yuta, and she ran off somewhere. She decided to shove her phone into the arms of the closest person without a second thought. Megumi yelled something about how she shouldn’t trust people with her unlocked phone, but she was already too far away to hear.

“Hey Fushiguro!” Yuta Okkotsu’s voice rang through the phone speaker. “How have you been doing?”

“I’m doing.. im doing just fine.” Megumi hated small talk. If this was his own phone, he would’ve cut the call right then and there without a second thought. But of course, everyone at Tokyo jujutsu high knew not to ruin Maki’s weekly FaceTime calls with Okkotsu. All Megumi could do was stand there awkwardly like a toddler who pissed his pants after a nightmare.

Megumi’s ears perked up when he heard someone’s footsteps. He was fully ready to drop Maki’s phone and fight the mystery person. “Who’s there?”

“Calm your tits, Megumi. It’s just me.”

You rounded the corner verrry smugly, enticing a scoff out of the dark haired boy. Despite the fact he was acting irritated, you caught him fighting back a smile.

Megumi sort of forgot that he was still holding up the phone, and Yuta was still on the other end. Yuta was supposed to be training, but watching this entire interaction go down was way more entertaining.

You walked into frame, staring up at Megumi. You two were only ever acted like this in private, well- as much privacy you two could get as jujutsu sorcerers.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you love me..”

You socked his shoulder playfully. (your version of ‘socking him playfully’ almost send him tumbling to the ground) “And what if I do love you, Fushiguro? What are you gonna do about it?”

He didn’t get to answer. You patted his cheek, pecking him temple like he was made of glass. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, okay?”

“I’ll beat your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try. You love me too much.”

Megumi’s eyes never left you as you walked off. He let out a dazed, love-struck sigh. An awkward cough violently dragged him out of his thoughts. He looked down, and he finally realized he was holding the phone up the entire time.

“Was I interrupting something?”

“How long.. have you been watching?” Megumi squeaked, body going fully rigid. He was gripping the phone so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn a ghostly white.

Yuta had a hand over his mouth, chuckling. “So.. [l/n], huh?”

“Shut up! Why the hell are you still here?”

The one time he did tell anyone? It was only cause he was pressured into doing so. Talk about peer pressure, am I right? Megumi didn’t know why he was friends with Nobara and Yuji anymore. All they brought to the table was pissing him the hell off. (he’s a liar. he loves his friends.)

Nobara and Yuji had been watching him closely ever since the spirit bash race. The three of them were together, and they just so happened to run into you.

The only thing you had to do to make Megumi back off was tilt your head and flash your pretty smile. Nobara and Yuji watched as their best friend’s eye twitched, then blurted nervously that they shouldn’t risk fighting you because you were ‘dangerous’. He bolted away from that part of the forest faster than the two of them could comprehend.

After the event, they burst into his dorm for answers. Their Megumi Fushiguro, incapacitated by a pretty girl breathing in his vicinity.

Nobara glared at him. “Alright, Fushiguro! Spill it! What’s been going on with you? You’ve been a lot more smiley lately, and saying your name in the same word as ‘smile’ is weird enough.”

“Yeah! You’ve been all warm and soft for hours.” Yuji started looking around the room. He didn’t get many chances to even take a peek at Megumi’s room. The last time he did, Megumi slammed the door closed while Yuji was still standing in the door frame.

It took them a full minute to finally realize Megumi wasn’t in his uniform. He was already halfway out the door, putting on his shoes when they noticed him.

“Hey! Where are you going dressing all fancy? We just spent the entire day fighting. Don’t tell me you’re going on another snack run for gojo-sensei.” Nobara placed her hands on her hips as Yuji attempted to mess up Megumi’s tamed hair.

“I’m going on a date with my girlfriend.” Megumi tied the final loop of his shoelaces. “If you guys follow me, I will kill you.”

What.

Yuji felt himself malfunction on the spot. “Huh.”

“My girlfriend.” He adjusted the cuff of his white button up. “[Name]. I think you two talked to her once.”

His two friends grabbed his arms simultaneously, dragging him back into the room. Yuji was still processing the information, and Nobara was already yelling (like always) “[Name]? You’re dating the [Name]? Since when? How? Who confessed?”

“I was the one who confessed to her.” He admitted quietly. It was uncharacteristic of him. Megumi Fushiguro was the one who people had a crush on, not the other way around. He was Satoru Gojo’s son after all.

No one ever thought you two could actually pull anybody. Everyone around you believed that Megumi would probably end up living alone with 20 different pets to keep him company. Nobody would’ve thought the reserved Megumi Fushiguro would have the guts to confess to you out of all people. Who knew that you two would be the first ones to get into a relationship?

Still, they were happy for you. Despite how annoying they could all be, they were still your friends. They were way too nosy and way too interested in your relationship, but you knew it was only cause they cared.

Dealing with a bunch of annoying teenagers (and gojo) was probably the least of your problems as jujutsu sorcerers, anyways.

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