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In case no one has told you this lately: thank you for being alive at the same time as me. I appreciate you so much. Thank you for surviving your worst days. Your existence is so important. Your feelings are valid. You deserve kindness from yourself and others. Don't ever forget how strong you have been and that you are deserving of love and happiness. Thank you for holding on. Thank you for still being here.
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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau
in which tomura shigaraki’s sister is forced to move in with him. she knew of his band already, but she never expected to become close to any of them, especially not her brother’s best friend.
cw: use of alcohol, drugs and substances; illegal activities; overall very stupid, messy decision making; kys jokes; mentions and allusions domestic violence; enji todoroki being a shitty father; parents in general being a bit sucky; suggestive language (no explicit smut as of now); will include written parts (marked with 𝄞)
♪ ༘⋆ ongoing
♪ ༘⋆ playlist
♪ ༘⋆ meet the band
♪ ༘⋆ meet the entourage
♪ ༘⋆ online shenanigans
ii. shush boykissers 𝄞
iii. practice session
iv. showtime 𝄞
vi. cold soba
vii. the offer 𝄞
viii. drive 𝄞
ix. family dinner 𝄞
x. tbd [upcoming]
xi. tbd [upcoming]
[ taglist open ]
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A Reflection
Megumi's dogs seem to reflect just a little too much of what he's really feeling for you.
Megumi was the wielder of the ten shadows; he had always felt comfortable with the majority of his Shikigami. Especially his demon dogs.
Looking back, he couldn't quite recall a time he wasn't able to summon his two furry friends.
In an attempt, an old image would surface of a time years ago. A memory of walking home from school with the massive beasts in toe.
His memory didn’t go much further than that. They had been his companions even before he had any of his own.
So why were they betraying him now?
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The Sun and the Moon
College student Megumi x you
Texts from your boyfriend Megumi taking place immediately after the first day you met through the first four months of dating.
"__.5" will be texts messages in between written parts of the story and will be highlighted in blue for easier understanding.
blurb ZERO ONE 1.5
Masterlist
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The Sun and the Moon
College student!Megumi Fushiguro x y/n
Blurb Zero One 1.5
Masterlist
Y/n has always been blunt. Of course she’s never meant it in a bad way.. no one ever means to be blunt in a bad way. Her intentions have never been to hurt anyone’s feelings. God— that’s the last thing she would ever want to do.
“And then I told her she was—“
“Hey pretty thing” a white haired man completely cut his way into the conversation y/n was having with her best friend. His voice is loud enough to hear over the music, strong but almost a little over confident.
“I was speaking” she would state with a smile on her face that didn’t match her tone or the words that came from her lips. Her eyes barely even looking towards the man who interrupted her conversation.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I just had to tell you that you are without a doubt the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen” it was the truth, the man called Satoru Gojo never lies.
Now, that caught y/ns attention.
“Thank you” she says in a soft, delicate voice. A voice that’s much different than the one she was using two seconds ago. If there was something y/n loved, it would be a compliment from a handsome man.
Y/n allowed him to buy her a few drinks, because that’s what she does best— letting men buy her drinks so she doesn’t get drunk on her own dime. The guy was a little annoying, and that’s saying a lot since she herself, is the most annoying person she knows. Like staring at a bright Christmas tree with an astigmatism-- assaulting her eyes. Too fucking bright and charismatic.
Words just kept coming and coming from his mouth, and y/n wasn’t someone to hide her discomfort. Persistent is a word you could use to describe the man she’s speaking to. No matter how many time she tried to move away from him, cut him off, or rolling her eyes at something he said.. he just kept talking. Cocky in a not appealing way.
sure, he was handsome, and y/n could see how the way he spoke could be attractive to most girls (like the ones who were staring at him right now) Y/n just wasn't into it and felt stuck here, nursing on a shitty cocktail, feeling envious of her friend who has also found a man to occupy her time with.
Until she saw her perfect exit. There he was. Walking directly towards her.
Tall.
Handsome.
Almost angry looking.
Fucking hot.
Wearing all black, hair just as dark as his clothes, walking with confidence.
Him.
He was her exit.
“Oh there you are! Thank god. This man has been bothering me all night—sorry Goji. This is my boyfriend” y/n nearly lunged at the ebony haired man. Her arms instantly wrap around his waist as if she’s done it thousands of times before.
He doesn’t look confused when she does this, he doesn’t even react. Standing tall, not even wavering when she attaches to his person like a leach.
“Uh- it’s Gojo.. not Goji. And— you’re not Megumis girlfriend. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. Much less not one as hot as you”
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
They know each other.
Oh that’s probably why he was walking towards her. Because he wasn’t walking towards her. He was walking towards Gojo— his friend.
“Yes she is”
A lie. A lie from a man she doesn’t even know.
Y/n looked up at the man she was attached to. His voice was something she had never heard before. So calming, so very strong and deep. It’s low but comes in rumbles that vibrate through his chest. Penetrating the air, she could smell his breath from where she was, even though his words weren't pointed at her. Icy mint and a hint of a cigarette he half smoked.
His lanky arm slung across y/ns shoulder, pulling her tighter into his side, confirming this silly lie y/n started. The height difference becomes so noticeable once y/n is flush against him, he’s so tall. Y/n looks so small and delicate next to his tall stature.
“No fucking way. You don’t have-"
Y/n tuned out right now. Not because she wanted to, but only because she saw the pretty silver rings that adorned this man’s hand. The hand that was brushing through her hair that laid on her almost bare shoulder.
“Wow I love your rings” her voice bubbly and full of life, a voice Megumi fell in love with the second he first heard her speak. Y/n grabbed his hand, holding the large one in her smaller hand, playing with and admiring his rings.
A small affirming grunt came from the dark haired man, allowing her to study his hand.. praying she couldn’t feel him shaking and sweating.
She could.
But y/n only thought it was her who was shaking.
“Can we get out of here..” y/n wanted to say his name, but she couldn’t remember what his friend had called him earlier but quickly recovered “-babe”
“Course pretty girl” Megumi nodded, pulling his new fake girlfriend away from his older friend. Y/n wasn’t able to see the cocky smirk on megumis lips as he glanced at his friend from over his shoulder. And god was it a pretty smirk he had, finding joy in the baffling look plastered all over Satoru Gojos face.
Both of them walking hand in hand, out of the bar and down an almost empty street, not saying a word about what just happened.
“I’m y/n”
“Megumi”
“I’ll call you gumi”
“Don’t”
“Mmm you can tell me not to, but I will.”
Bitchy.. he likes it.
They didn’t say much, actually nothing at all after that as y/n walked down the street back towards the college campus. Her mother taught her never to get into a random man’s car, to never let a man follow you home, and don’t take drinks from people you don’t know. But here she was, fully guiding a man she just met back to where she lived. And holding his hand too at that!
“You go to school here too?” Y/n broke the silence that consumed them on their ten minute walk. Pointing towards the college campus as she waited for an answer.
He nodded, eyes boring into hers all while taking in everything about her. The way she walks, the way she spoke, the way she carries herself.
Megumi had seen her before. Many times before actually. Fuck, they shared a class together. Although it made sense she hadn't noticed him before.
From what Megumi could tell, Y/n had lots of friends. A plethora of them. Too many. She was always with someone or talking the loudest in a group of people. He could tell she was liked by many. It could be due to the fact that y/n considered everyone her friend, a social butterfly that could talk to anyone and everyone. Even those who she didn't have much in common with, finding some sort of mutual ground to befriend them.
Or it could be due to the fact that everyone wanted to be her, look like her, or bang her.
"See, I thought you were familiar. We have film study together, right? you sit in the back on your phone all the time" Oh, so she has seen him before.
"yup"
"Not much of a talker?"
"no"
"Thats okay! I can talk for the both of us"
“You don’t have to”
Ouch, that kinda hurt. But y/n understood when she needed to shut up. Even though her little brain worked in overdrive, filling her head with constant chatter and elevator music.
Again, they fell back into silence, walking side by side. Y/n wasn’t sure if he was walking at her pace on purpose, or if they happened to walk at the same speed. But what she did know was that Megumi wasnt letting go of her hand.
“You’re not cold?” Now it was Megumi's turn to fill the silence. Megumi was genuinely asking, the girl who held his hand was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a small sparkly top. It’s a cold windy winter night, she had to be freezing.
“The alcohol keeps me warm. And if you tell your body not to be cold, it won’t be!” She tells him, fully believing in her theory. “Mind over matter.. or whatever they say. Is that even what that means? Or maybe that matter over mind? Which one do you think it is?”
“I don’t understand what you are asking”
“Me neither” she giggles as Megumi opens the metal gate to let them on campus.
Oh that giggle. Megumi wishes he could record it and have it on loop in his headphones. Maybe engrave it into his fucking brain. No no that's a little crazy.. or maybe not when that’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.
"I have a question"
"whats up?"
"you are in the jujutsu sorceror program right?"
"you sure know a lot about me for someone I’ve never spoken to"
"yes or no?" Y/n needed answers and wasn’t one to beat around the bush when it comes to getting said answers.
"I am. why do you ask"
"just wondering. i mean i already knew you were because i saw you and that pink haired one walking into the building for it, but i just wanted to hear you say that you were"
"why?"
"mmm i dunno? It’s cool that you are. Do you have any cool powers or something?" Now that made Megumi laugh. Not a small chuckle or a pitty laugh. An actual laugh, one that was thick and full of amusment.
"i guess you could call them powers"
"can i see?" Y/n begged in a little whiny voice that echoed off the buildings they passed by.
Oh for fucks sake.
How could he say no to this little pouty face? Y/ns lips glossed up, bottom lip jutting out in the cutest little way, eyes so full of hope. That tiny whiny voice that he knows would sound even prettier if he were shoving her face into his mattress.
"sure"
Most would assume that a boy and a girl going into a boys dorm room would be scandalus. That they would be commiting an act of sin, especially with the way y/n was giggling and skipping down the hallway holding Megumis hand.
"This one is Kuro and this one is Shiro"
"oh my goodness" y/n squealed, dropping to her knees and immediately petting both pups. Allowing them to lick her face and sniff her out.
"they are so sweet, gumi"
"Normally they aren't sweet, right buddy?" Megumi squats down and ruffles Shiros head.
"nooo. daddys lying right, baby? you would never be mean to anyone" y/n cupped shiros face and suzzled her nose to his, before tracing the red markings on his fur.
“You’d have a very different opinion if you saw my boys in action”
"Can I take them to my dorm to snuggle tonoght?" y/n asked in her sweetest most convicning voice, ignoring what the lanky man to her right just said. A voice that literally has Megumi groaning, his body fighting every instinct to just give in to this girl he just met.
"please gumi?" And here comes the pout. That fucking pout that Megumi now knows will be the death of him. Half ignoring the slight discomfort in his jeans, he came up with a better solution.
"How about you stay here tonight? I don’t really want them way from me, since I don’t know what they might do if they are provoked and I can’t control them."
"Yes yes yes! I have to go get my jammies!" y/n sprung up quickly, which just made both pups jump up as well, tails wagging anf tongues panting in excitment.
Hook line and sinker.. or something like that? For someone who’s never been good at getting chicks in his bed, Megumi was doing a stand up job. He knew once he showed her his little bunny rabbits, she’d be begging for more.
It wasn’t y/ns intention for a boy to see her bedroom tonight. Especially not when it’s a complete mess from her getting ready earlier. Not that y/n is the cleanest person in the whole world, it normally wasn’t this bad. Clean and dirty clothes scattered about, heels thrown haphazardly everywhere the eye could see. And her makeup, it was all over her vanity and her bed. Foundation bottle tipped over, leaving a now semi dried puddle on the wooden surface.
"Sorry about the mess" y/n kicked clothes out of the way so they could actually walk in without stepping on discared dresses and panties.
Megumi couldnt help but look around and be a little nosey
"you have lots of.. things"
"i know right?!" y/n giggled without looking back, quickly digging through her closet to find something appropriate to wear for bed in a males dorm (which is absolutely nothing she own.)
"should I wear blue or white?" y/n turned back with two different night dress options. Megumi tore his eyes away from the shelf full of knick knacks to see what the bubbly girl was holding.
"white" Megumi said without hesitation.
"i was thinking white too" y/n nodded, thinking her and Megumi shared the same reason for choosing the white night gown. When that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Lets look at these reasonings, yeah?
Y/ns reason: white is pretty and she will match Shiro.
Megumi reason: Y/n would look hot as fuck in white, so innocent and pure. AND, he will most likley be able to see her tits through the thin material.
Yeah... Megumi doesn’t have any sort of innocent thoughts around this girl.
And that’s probably how we got here.
After about 20 minutes of y/n lounging around Megumis bed (which Megumi stood awkwardly in the corner watching her) and playing with Kiro and Shiro, Megumi took a leap of faith.
And fuck he has never made a better decision in his life. Even though it started out a little clumsy, with lots of giggles and sloppy kisses.
"youre mine now, yeah baby?"
"yes yes yes" y/n cried out, nails scratching down Megumis pale back, leaving red marks that would be there for days.
The sound of skin slapping and heavy pants filled the small room. The wooden bed frame pounding against the thin wall was surly something the whole building could hear, and definitely something his neighbor and friend Yuji would bring up tomorrow.
"I fucking mean it y/n" Megumi growled, fingers digging into y/ns cheeks, forcing her lips to part slightly. The warm metal of his rings pressing into her soft skin, dark eyes staring into hers, telling her what she already knows.
"you"
Thrust
"are"
Thrust
"mine"
"Yours. Yours. Yours.” Y/n didn’t care that her throat was dry and on fire as she moaned into I guess her now now boyfriends mouth. Simply sucking out her tongue and opening her mouth further.
A sick smirk pulled on Megumis lips once he realized what she was doing. Letting a small line of spit slowly drip off his tongue down to hers, coating her mouth with all that is him. And god did he taste good.
"only mine baby"
"only yours gumi"
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The Sun and the Moon
Part zero: Introduction
(four screenshots and drabble)
Characters are in college!!!!!
Megumi Fushiguro was not known to be the most patient person in the world. Growing irritated with those who took up too much of the allotted time he allowed for. This would apply to basically everything— getting ready for the day, deciding on what to order at restaurants, perusing the grocery store when only going in for one item— and the list goes on and on. His patience was limited, growing thinner and thinner as the days passed. Megumi was also not known to be the sweetest man in the world, no no no. Quite the opposite really. Snapping at those who interrupted him, growing angry with people who got off task, and frustrated when no one could pay attention for more than 5 minutes.
That applied to everyone. Everyone he’s ever interacted with his whole life. Everyone who has looked his way.
Everyone except y/n.
It baffled his friends. Seriously throwing them through a loop that the man who yelled at them for speaking over him, was now allowing this petite girl to interrupt him to say the clouds look pretty.
“They do, baby” he would smile, turning his full attention to his girlfriend, taking in her beauty as she looked towards the sky.
Huffs and sighs coming from his friends, eyerolls and arms crossing as Megumi allowed his girlfriend to point out little shapes she saw in the puffy white clouds.. instead of continuing to discuss the plan for the mission they were going on in a few days. When his attention eventually returns to where it should have been, his hands always find their way to the girl who is sitting as patiently as she can. Holding her hand in his, calloused thumb brushing over the pretty promise ring he purchased a few months ago. Or one hand on the back of her neck, fingertips massaging her skin, running his fingers through her soft vanilla scented hair.
It wasn’t always like this. It took time. It took time to realize she was always going to be 20 minutes late no matter how early she started getting ready because— “I couldn’t decide between this pink skirt or the other one” or “I couldn’t find my wedges so I had to change my whole outfit to match these ones” and Megumis favorite “I lost my cherry lip gloss that you love so much so I had to find it, doesn’t it taste good?”
So he learned to be patient with her. Only because y/n is hands down the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. AND, she always gave him road head when they are running late to make it up to him.
Oh and he’s so fucking in love with her it’s stupid.
So fucking in love with the vanilla scented girl.
Sweet and syrupy. Sticky and warm. Like sugar cookies and waiting for Santa to come down the chimney.
Giving Megumi a taste at the childhood y/n insists he should have had.
At first Megumi couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that y/n was definitely not all there—In a constant state of carefree living. At first, he truly wondered if she was dropped on her head a few times—only because the shit that came from her mouth were absurd most of the time.
“Do you think if I pet raccoon I could train him to dance?”
“I really wish I could see an alien and ask it if they like ice cream— oh my god what if they don’t even have ice cream? Should I buy some just in case they visit me tonight?”
“Do you think your puppies can smell when I’m sad?”
And that list goes on and on and on. Mostly consisting of questions Megumi has now learned how to answer. Even if the answers don’t make sense.
"I'm pretty sure he could learn to dance, sweet girl."
"What flavor do you think they would like, baby?"
"I think they can sense your emotions, pretty girl"
When I say it took time for Megumi to really understand y/n, I mean it took TIME. But, after finding out the girl has severe adhd, it all made sense. Now he can sit back and enjoy that funny things she does.
As well as relishing in the comfort she gives him. It's like no other. How understanding she is, how she cares for him, how she takes care of him in ways he cannot comprehend. No one has ever taken the time to understand him, to REALLY understand him. Growing fiercely protective of his baby, keeping her safe from those who wish to tear her down in any way they could.
"you're not stupid, pretty girl. they are just jealous of how beautiful you are"
Now... that's always a touchy topic for y/n. Sure, the girl may be a bit ditzy and unaware-- but, why would she need to have a brain when Megumi could do all the thinking for her? A word Megumi heard a lot was 'bimbo', a word he had to look up after some frat guy called y/n that. And... while that might be correct, Megumi didn't see anything wrong with that. Well, the only issue he had was that every person who saw y/n sexualized her. Other than that, he had no issue with how naive and attractive she is. Always making sure to grab a handful of her tits whenever any male looked at her chest a little too long. Earning a giggle and a-- "Gumi, that tickles!"
God she was so innocent. And soooo in love with her boyfriend of 1 year.
There was something about the way she looked at him. A twinkle in her eye or something. It started from when she first made eye contact with him, as if the word stopped and he was all that mattered.
As if he's the one who drags the stars out of the dark every night.
As if he is the reason the moon shines so bright in the dead of night.
Or maybe Megumi was the moon to her. Illuminating the dark to guide her home, keeping her safe from what lurks in the shadows.
Like the way the moon influences the tides with its gravitational pull, Megumi pulled her in whatever direction was best for her. And no matter what, with Megumi by her side, she knew there would always be another bight night.
Another night to sleep safely.
Another night to hear the owl's hoot.
Another night to stay up late talking to the love of her life.
Just another night to be with him.
His little innocent girl— well mostly innocent. The things he’s done to her would surly send them both to hell.
But!! We can discuss that later.
Anyway, there isn’t one thing Megumi wouldn’t do for y/n. He would go to the ends of the earth just to see that pretty smile. While he remained standing with a cool and calm exterior, his body vibrates when he sees his girl. His chest on fire when he sees her smile. Oh god, and don’t get him started on her laugh. When he dies, he hopes that’s the last thing he hears.
It’s like on a semi cloudy day, the way the sun peaks out from behind the clouds, shining rays bursting through to create the most elegant shadows. Or when the sun shines down on painted glass, a mosaic of colors dancing on the sidewalk.
Maybe she’s just the sun.. maybe y/n is Megumis' sun. The thing that keeps him warm, the thing he needs every single day to survive, the light in his dark heart, reminding him that there will always be another day.
Another day to see the sun.
Another day to hear bird chirping.
Another day to be see the love of his life.
Another day to kiss her.
Another day to hold her.
Just another day with y/n.