New Kid! Fushiguro Megumi Who....
new kid! fushiguro megumi who....
new kid! fushiguro megumi who knew that he wasn’t sure what to make of this place yet, wasn't truly sure about his new life that was begnning for him as he leaves the old one behind. that was just too honest of him.
the new house was bigger than their last one, lived-in but unfamiliar. his new room smelled like fresh paint, and his small stash of belongings were still packed away in unopened boxes. this was his new life now. this new arrangement.
his elder sister tsumiki had reassured him before she left for college. told him gojo satoru would watch over him. told him he wouldn’t be alone. that there were great kids in the neighborhood, people he could get along with.
at least, that’s what gojo said. but megumi wasn’t sure he wanted to meet them, or get to know them just yet. he was still on the fence about it, just as with everything in his life. just as with everything else that could ever come. but perhaps, he’d just have to wait and see.
new kid! fushiguro megumi wasn’t sure how the story of it all even started. somehow, he was certain that there was that quiet pull, the subtle gravity that drew him toward the space just beyond the creaky wooden fence separating his world from yours.
somehow, it was a cosmic demand. it was somehow a certain destiny being aligned by the stars. something that megumi had thought maybe only possible in movies.
and yet, as much as it was destiny, it was also his own choice. he sat there, enjoying the sun in the solitude and made that choice, that move to turn his head, and find the world beyond him grow into the words that make up the word, 'you'.
new kid! fushiguro megumi found himself watching you from afar, all of a sudden. but of course, in a proper way. in a respectful way. definitely not in a way that felt intrusive, but as if trying to understand something just beyond his reach.
he knew better than that. he knew better than to cause someone to feel uncomfortable. he didn’t want to make people around him feel rough about it. and so he was trying, he was trying to look away. he gulped. he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t look away from you.
new kid! fushiguro megumi thinks that maybe it’s the way you carried yourself with a serene grace, one that he’d never seen from anyone in his entire life before. one that he found himself admiring every little dawn of day he could see you from afar.
megumi didn’t expect you to notice him first. but you did, you happily did. but he thinks that it was easy, especially with those heavy rumbling footsteps against the mossy grass. it was loud enough, he supposed. and you noticed, you found him, like destiny wanted.
“you’re staring at me.” you said one afternoon, voice gentle but teasing. you weren’t facing him, but somehow, you still knew.
megumi stiffened, ears burning. “i—i’m not.”
you tilted your head slightly, as if listening. “you are.”
megumi suddenly felt very, very out of his depth. “sorry.” he muttered, turning away. but then he heard you laugh—soft, light, like wind chimes in the breeze.
“it’s okay, don't worry.” you said, voice carrying over the fence. “i stare too, sometimes. well, even if it's just dark. it's still something that exists in this world.”
megumi blinked, confused. you lifted a hand, fingers brushing over the petals of a flower beside you. “i like to feel things. it helps me see them.”
oh. he thinks to himself as his throat tightens.
new kid! fushiguro megumi felt something in his chest shift in that moment. before he could think too hard about it, he reached over the fence, plucking a small blossom from a low-hanging branch. he hesitated only for a second before extending it toward you.
“here.” megumi says to you in response.
you took it without hesitation, fingertips grazing his knuckles as you traced the delicate petals. “this one feels nice.”
fushiguro megumi swallowed. “yeah?”
you nodded, smiling softly. “you have a good eye. for things like this, huh?"
".....yeah, i guess so."
you hummed, almost to happily. "you're already so interesting, new kid. i look forward to you in the future too."
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never considered himself particularly thoughtful, started noticing things. and it had made him just as bitter, just as angry. and just as eager, to do more for you.
he noticed how the world wasn’t always built for you. how uneven pavement made you slow your steps, how certain things were placed just out of reach, how people spoke to you like you were delicate, like you might break if they weren’t careful.
and he hated it. he could feel it burning in his chest, that anguish. almost like a fever that could just as easily burn everything in its path as he looked at you, still smiling.
how can you smile like that? he asks himself in the quiet. how can you still be so good to the world, when it makes you feel so alone?
new kid! fushiguro megumi clenched his fists so tightly, it turned brutishly red. he couldn't let this pass. he won't. this is isn't what you deserved. you deserved so much more. you deserved the very best. no, no. you deserved the world. you deserved to have it at the palm of your hands.
megumi wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to him. but it did. it mattered to him that you were comfortable. it mattered to him that you had all that could make your life as normal as possible. so you could live with a smile in your face, a true one.
he started small, he started from where he could. when he noticed a branch hanging too low on your usual path, he snapped it off without a word. when the neighborhood kids left their bikes scattered across the sidewalk, he quietly moved them aside before you walked by.
when the bakery down the street rearranged their display cases, he mumbled a quiet, awkward explanation so you wouldn’t have to fumble around. or when he found books, he worked hard to try and make sure he reads it for you, every little word, even if his voice was hoarse from it.
new kid! fushiguro megumi thinks that there was nothing special about it. he was only doing what he should. moving things out of your way, describing things when it seemed like you wanted to know, standing beside you when the world got too loud. it wasn’t extraordinary. it wasn’t something to be praised.
it was just normal. just expected. that’s why he never said anything about it. never drew attention to it. never expected you to notice. but you did. it was ever so easy to notice. you were blind, that’s certain. but you were no fool.
you noticed how the world seemed a little easier when he was around. how the things that once stood in your way disappeared before you could even reach them. how he always stood just close enough, just within reach, but never too close—never forcing, never assuming, just there.
you noticed how his voice, though often hesitant, carried a quiet kind of care when he spoke to you. how his words, though awkward and sometimes clumsy, were always meant to bring you closer to the world he saw.
“you move things, don't you?” you said that sunny afternoon, your tone unreadable. "i can feel it, you know."
megumi froze. “i don’t—”
you smiled knowingly. “you do.”
"you take care of things, don't you?" you murmured, fingers trailing over the petals of a flower he had left for you on the fence. "quietly. carefully."
megumi, who had been standing on the other side, stiffened. "i don’t—"
you smiled, tilting your head slightly. "you do."
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who had never been good at taking credit, looked away, scowling. he found his face as red as the scarlet sunset behind you both. he purses his lips in a flat line.
megumi thinks about how much of his life had been spent making himself feel so insignificantly small in that quiet, unobtrusive prison he had made for himself, a prison he shouldn't even be in.
almost all the sudden, megumi thinks that he felt seen in a way that made his heart stumble. in a way he doesn't think he ever thought he could ever deserve in this life. he doesn't think he's a good person.
and yet, here you were, smiling at him and telling him that he was a good person. that he was someone you appreciated. that he was someone you were thankful for, someone you cherished.
"you don’t have to....and yet....." you paused for a moment. "somehow, you do anyway."
his fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie. he didn’t know what to say to that. so he just mumbled, "don't think too much of it."
but you reached out, fingertips brushing over the rough wood of the fence, stopping just short of his. you shake your head at him. "it is too much. it is everything, megumi-chan."
“it’s not a big deal.” he grumbles under his breath. "anyone could have done that. you know that."
but you reached out, fingers brushing against his wrist before he could tuck his hands into his pockets. he felt his breath hitch as he found himself closer to you. it was as though this moment was the first time he'd ever found himself understanding what the word spring truly means when your touch was against his own.
“it is to me.” you whispered back to him. a small smile sweeping your tender lips. "it is a big deal. because it's you.....so thank you, megumi-chan. thank you for being good to me."
he grew even redder, flustered at your tenderness. he rubs the back of his head, feeling his heart pound. "you give people too much credit! you're too nice. how are you this nice?"
you giggled at him. "but arent't you nice too?"
"am not!" he murmured under his breath, still ever so red.
"ah, you're pretty red, aren't you?"
"shut up!"
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never cared for praise, found that your words sat warm in his chest long after you’d gone. there was that thought that maybe spring could last forever, whenever you smiled at him.
there was a thought that his day would feel complete because you were there to tell him that you were thankful that he came into your life to help him through it all, even the little things.
he never thought that your words would pull at his heartstrings in this way, playing his heart into a symphony that could only be built in the benevolent heart of someone like you. and so, he found himself addicted to the sound of his heart beating, leaping over and over again.
perhaps that is what it was, some sort of calling. this new kid on the block without purpose, found one. that was to stay by your side no matter come what may. because nothing was more addictive to him, than this feeling.
these overwhelming feelings that drown him in this eternal sea, each and every single time. he knew that, almost too certainly. and there was no escape. and he knew deep down, he didn't want to escape it. not when you smile like that. not when you smile at him, smile because of him.
new kid! fushiguro megumi started describing things more, in his own awkward way. with great detail. he knew he wasn't as good as most people in describing things. or being passionate about it out loud. but you seemed to enjoy it very much. you were smiling through it all.
“the sky looks kinda weird today. all gray, like someone smudged the clouds.” he’d say a bit dryly. or, in some rare warm whispers, “the cherry blossoms are blooming. they look like—uh, you know, pink and fluffy.”
"is it really?" you gasped, almsot too excitedly at some points. "oh, megumi-chan! what's the shape of the clouds? oh, oh! how about the birds in the sky? are they as graceful as how the documentaries say?"
he knew that wasn’t great with words, but you never seemed to mind. if anything, it made you seem contented in the warmth of spending time together, even if the words don't echo them exactly.
because if one was asking the correct things, this would be the question: what is the right words, the perfect words, when every action already blossomed the warm kindness the sun could never gift you? that's what you asked him.
and he wasn't sure at all, if he had any answer for you. instead, he lets his hand brush carefully against your own, his green-blues not leaving your misty ones. you found your lips curving into the brightest of smiles, teeth and all. megumi thinks that these smiles are the very best. these were the ones he cherishes most when you were together.
"you're good to me, megumi-chan. thank you."
"you're good to me too." he whispers under his breath, red appearing agianst his cheeks. ".....i hope you know that."
you giggled. "hm, hm. i know."
new kid! fushiguro megumi wasn’t sure when it started. when did it turly start; these feelings that were too loud for him to ignore. these rhythmic symphonies his heart composes when he sees your face, at peace under a willow tree.
maybe it was the first time you held his hand without hesitation, trusting him without question. or maybe it was the way you always seemed to know when he was nearby, even when he hadn’t said a word. he doesn't know how it all begun.
but all he knew was that he had these feelings. he had these smiles on his lips. he had these red cheeks blossoming hot. he had you, by his side letting them repeat over and over again.
new kid! fushiguro megumi who had spent almost all of his life keeping the world, the people, life itself at arm’s length slowly finds himself realizing that he was letting you in those impenetrable walls without even a single cost. he has let go without a fight.
but how could he do such a thing, when he has too much desire to keep you by his side like this? how could he find himself hidden away from you in these strong holds when he wanted for you to feel the warmth in his tone, the kindness in his touch?
it was easy to notice it in the small things, how he had utterly surrendered to you. how he started looking for you first whenever he stepped outside. how he’d listen for your voice over the hum of the neighborhood. how the air around you always felt a little lighter, a little warmer.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who had always been good at avoiding emotions, was starting to realize—he was falling in love. so utterly, miserably, happily, undoubtly, ever so certainly in love and it was with you. always you. it was never going to stop being you.
that spring afternoon, that youthful spring that belonged only to the two of you. it was ever so beautiful. he couldn't explain it. was the tree beautiful because you were under it, or were you beautiful because you were the apple of his eyes?
when he found you sitting in your blossoming garden, your fingers lightly skimming over the open pages of the book. your fingers gently brushed itself against the tactile echoes all across the pages, the words forming through those elegant bridges of braille recognizable from where he stood.
“you don’t have to read in braille, you know.” he said, standing just beyond the fence. “i could read to you.”
you tilted your head toward him, smiling softly. “you would?”
he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “yeah. if you wanted.”
“hmm, i guess.” you hummed, considering. “but do you even like reading out loud?”
he looked away. “not really. not stuff like this, at least."
you laughed, quiet and knowing. “but you’d do it anyway?”
he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “...yeah.”
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who wasn’t good at saying things outright, suddenly felt very obvious. he felt like he didn't know who this person was, being so bold as to stand before you and be so ever brave.
he could see that well hidden mirth in your glassy eyes, ever so happy to just be there with him this way. even if you couldn't see everything, you were so good at knowing the wondrous picture forming before you. you could read him, even if you couldn't see him. and he knew that too well.
you grinned at him. soon enough, you only patted the empty space beside you. “then come sit with me.”
and just like that, he did.
he always will, you know that.
that's how he perhaps, loves you.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never cared for the thought of happy ever after, or whatever those fairy tales say, found himself reading them to you with such uncharted passion anyway.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never needed the warmth of many people, found himself wanting to stay by your side. hoping for the immortality of that joy that comes from being together.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who wasn’t sure when it started, knew one thing for certain now— he was already yours. and he doesn't care for how it ends, or how it becomes. his dream, his truest dream, was to remain by your side, smiling under the beckoning sunrise.
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cops and robbers | choso x reader
for the @phantasmaebg event!!!
wc: 792
the city buzzed with energy as you slinked through the shadows, the sharp scent of rain clinging to the air. the museum was quieter than usual, almost eerie, the soft hum of the security system the only sound accompanying you. the painting you were after glinted just ahead, a priceless masterpiece practically begging to be stolen.
you’d done this countless times before. in and out, no complications.
but tonight was different.
tonight, he was here.
“y’know,” a low, smooth voice drawled behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. “for someone who prides themselves on being invisible, you’re pretty predictable.”
you turned, your heart skipping as choso kamo stepped out of the shadows, his dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.
“predictable?” you shot back, masking the flicker of nerves with a smirk. “i prefer the term ‘consistent.’”
his lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. instead, he stepped closer, his long coat brushing against his legs, his boots echoing softly in the empty gallery. you took an instinctive step back, your fingers itching to reach for the smoke bomb in your pocket.
“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he murmured, his voice dipping into something darker.
“what can i say? i have a knack for making your job harder,” you teased, even as your pulse quickened.
“yeah, i’ve noticed.”
his gaze was unrelenting, a mix of frustration and something else—something that made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t entirely prepared for.
“you here to catch me or flirt with me?” you asked, tilting your head with a grin you hoped looked confident.
his eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening. “who says i can’t do both?”
your breath caught, but you refused to let it show. instead, you shrugged, leaning casually against the nearest pillar. “you’ve been chasing me for months, kamo. don’t you ever get tired?”
“never.” his answer was immediate, firm. “you make it interesting, plus if i wanted you arrested, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
you hated the way his words sent a spark of heat through you. this was supposed to be a game—cat and mouse, thief and officer. but the way he looked at you, the way his voice dropped just enough to make your pulse race, it felt like something else entirely.
“well,” you said, pushing off the pillar and circling him slowly, your eyes scanning for an opening. “if you enjoy the chase so much, maybe i’ll let you catch me one day.”
he didn’t move, his gaze tracking your every step like a predator watching its prey. “maybe tonight’s the night.”
“you think so?” you asked, stopping just out of reach, your smirk widening. “hate to break it to you, but i’m not that easy.”
“neither am i,” he shot back, his voice low and dangerous.
the air between you was electric, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the job and everything to do with the way his eyes lingered on yours. for a moment, you wondered what would happen if you closed the distance, if you stepped just a little closer.
but then you remembered who you were—and who he was.
“well,” you said, taking a step back, “as fun as this has been, i’ve got places to be.”
you moved to dart past him, but he was faster than you expected. his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back before you could make it two steps.
“not so fast,” he murmured, his voice a quiet rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.
you twisted in his grip, your free hand pressing flat against his chest to push him back. but instead of letting go, his hold tightened, his body impossibly close to yours now.
“gotcha,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear.
your heart pounded, and you hated how much you noticed the heat of his skin, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his scent—clean and faintly woodsy—seemed to wrap around you.
“you really think this is over?” you asked, tilting your head to meet his gaze.
his lips curved into a faint smirk, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of amusement in his usually serious expression. “you tell me.”
you leaned in, so close your lips nearly brushed his ear. “not even close.”
with a sharp twist, you broke free of his grip, your smoke bomb already in your hand. you tossed it at the ground, the room filling with a thick cloud of smoke as you made your escape.
“see you around, officer,” you called over your shoulder as you slipped into the night, your heart racing for reasons you didn’t want to think about.
you knew this wasn’t the end. not with him. and as much as you hated to admit it, part of you didn’t want it to be.
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it's a garden life
choso kamo x reader (college au, no curses)
a/n: wrote a lil fluffy domestic choso fic! can't believe i haven't written for choso yet i love him sososososo much he's so cute :3 in my dreams i live in a cute apartment with him. also in my head he studies psych and bio at uni idk why it just makes sense in my head but this isn't relvevant to the plot don't worry this lowkey has no plot LOL
word count: 782 masterlist
contains: established relationship, no curses au, college au, gender neutral reader, choso's style is implied to be alt, choso is cute (as always), kissing, cuddling, reader wears his clothes, choso calls r "baby", idk what else
you love Thursdays, purely for the fact that you never have any classes. it's like a mini mid-week weekend, a break for which you're often very grateful. however, on this particular Thursday, you're kind of bored. not that you didn't have things you could do, but because you'd usually have a lie in with your boyfriend, choso, since he didn't have classes until the afternoon. well, except for today, because he had both morning and afternoon classes, which meant it had just been you in your shared apartment for most of the day. and although he'd smothered you with kisses like he always did before he left, it was hard not to miss his presence.
you'd spent your day doing nothing in particular, just finishing small tasks and completing anything you hadn't yet finished for whichever classes you had the next day. now, it was nearing early evening, and you were lying on the sofa wearing one of choso's many oversized hoodies, half watching reruns of a random sitcom, half wondering when choso would come back. as a myriad of thoughts swirled through your mind, you hear the door click and creak slightly as it opens, the sound making you jump.
"hi baby!" choso calls out brightly from the front door. you can almost perfectly envision his everything he does as he does it - the way he takes his chunky boots off, hangs his jacket up, unties his hair and puts his hair ties on the small table in the hallway. reinvigorated, you leap up, running towards the front door, half sliding through the hallway thanks to your fluffy socks.
"cho!" you exclaim, practically jumping into his arms as you greet him in the corridor, only metres from the front door. he squeezes you, holding you tight. "you're back early?" you question, tangling your fingers in the long, soft strands of his hair as he presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. he laughs warmly, and the sound vibrates, washing over you like the comfort of a weighted blanket.
"i missed you. so i found a way to leave class early." he says honestly, slipping his hand into yours.
you laugh. "as much as i love that you did that, please tell me you didn't get into any trouble." you say, a teasing lilt to your voice.
"no, i, uh... i told the professor i was ill. i'm surprised he bought it, to be honest." he says, slight embarrassment flashing across his face for a moment. he looks down, his cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pale pink. it's certainly not the worst thing in the world, but choso's never done something like that, and he feels a little silly about it until you push the thoughts out of his mind with a kiss.
he kisses you back softly, trailing one hand to your waist while the other finds yours, and he swears he can feel all of his worries melt away from the feeling of your lips on his. he backs you into the wall, sliding his hand up from your waist to rest behind your head to ensure you don't hurt yourself. your heart swells at the gesture, and you grip his hand a little tighter before pulling away. you're met with the sight of choso breathing heavily, lips a little redder than before as he smiles at you, starry-eyed.
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'm going to change, then i'll join you in the living room, yeah?" he asks, and you nod in confirmation. you peck his cheek, and he smiles before heading off into the bedroom. meanwhile, you reassume your position on the sofa, grabbing choso's favourite blanket before sinking into the pillows. as you flick through the channels to find some kind of background noise, eventually settling on a rerun of the same sitcom as before, choso enters the room clad in some dark grey sweatpants and an old baggy band t-shirt. you make a mental note to yourself to steal that from him at some point.
choso flops down on the sofa, half smothering you in the best way. you laugh as he wriggles around, trying to reposition himself. eventually, he takes what one could only describe as his rightful place, as the big spoon. he makes sure the blanket is over both of you before he slides his arms around you and pulls you in against his body, nuzzling his head into your neck.
"i don't wanna move. ever." he murmurs, wrapping his legs around you, clinging to you like a koala.
"who says we have to?" you say, half rhetorically.
so you don't. why would you want to, anyways?
tied by ink | choso x reader
for the @phantasmaebg event
wc: 1350
your soulmate tattoo showed up on your sixteenth birthday, scrawled across your wrist like a bold declaration: “stay.” it wasn’t cute, romantic, or poetic like you imagined. it was blunt. vague. frustrating.
and years later, you still had no clue what it meant.
that’s why you were here now, sitting in a tattoo parlor that smelled like antiseptic and fresh ink, the fluorescent lighting humming faintly above you. you didn’t know what you wanted yet, but you knew you needed something.
“you here for a consult?” the girl at the counter asked.
“yeah,” you replied, your fingers twitching nervously at your side.
“choso’s got time. best hands in the shop.” she grinned, jerking her thumb toward the back.
you nodded, muttering a quick thanks before heading toward the artist’s booth.
as you turned the corner, you saw him sitting there—dark hair pulled into a messy half-bun, loose strands falling around his sharp face. tattoos covered his forearms, disappearing beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his black shirt.
hot.
his dark eyes flicked up as you approached, pinning you in place.
“you’re here for a tattoo?” his voice was deep, smooth like it didn’t belong in this tiny shop.
“uh, yeah,” you stammered, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.
he gestured to the chair in front of him, and you sat, trying not to fidget as his gaze lingered on you for just a moment too long.
“so, what are you thinking?”
you hesitated. “something small, but meaningful. i just… need something new.”
he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read you. “first one?”
“yeah.”
he hummed, his gaze dropping to your wrist. you’d forgotten to cover the soulmate mark today, and his eyes lingered on the word inked there.
“soulmate tattoo,” he said casually, like it wasn’t the most personal thing he could’ve pointed out.
you tensed. “everyone’s got one.”
“not everyone,” he replied, his voice low, almost teasing. “what’s the story with yours?”
you glanced away, your face heating up. “there’s no story. it says ‘stay.’ it’s… complicated.”
“complicated how?”
you met his gaze, your frustration bubbling up. “it doesn’t mean anything. not yet, anyway. and honestly, i’m not holding my breath.”
his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “so you’re one of those people who doesn’t believe in soulmates?”
“i didn’t say that,” you shot back. “i just… don’t think everyone finds theirs. or if they do, maybe it doesn’t work out.”
he didn’t respond right away, but the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smirk. “fair enough.”
you watched as he grabbed a sketchpad, his tattooed hands moving with practiced precision. “let’s figure out something that fits,” he murmured, his focus shifting to the page.
the way his fingers moved, the way he hunched slightly over the paper, made it impossible to look away. he radiated confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing—not just with the drawing, but with you, too.
“so,” he said after a few minutes, his voice breaking the silence. “you’ve never thought about finding them?”
“my soulmate?” you asked, trying to sound casual even though his words sent a weird shiver down your spine.
“yeah.”
you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “not really. it’s not like they’re going to show up out of nowhere.”
“sometimes they do.”
his tone was calm, but something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. you glanced at him, your brows furrowing.
“has it happened to you?”
he didn’t answer right away, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours for a split second before returning to his sketch. “maybe.”
cryptic much, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way your pulse jumped.
“what does your tattoo say?” you asked, leaning forward slightly.
his lips curved, but he didn’t look up. “you really wanna know?”
“obviously.”
“you’ll find out.”
“that’s not an answer,” you muttered, but he ignored you, his focus back on the page.
when he finally turned the sketchpad around, your breath hitched.
“what do you think?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“it’s…” you swallowed. “it’s perfect.”
he gave you a small nod, standing to prep his station. “this’ll hurt a little,” he warned as you settled into the chair, rolling up your sleeve.
“i can handle it,” you replied, though your voice came out shakier than you wanted.
his hands were steady as he guided the needle over your skin, the soft hum of the machine filling the room. the sting was sharp at first, but it quickly dulled into a strange sort of comfort.
“so,” he said after a while, his tone almost conversational, “if your soulmate walked through that door right now, what would you say?”
you hesitated, the question catching you off guard. “i don’t know. maybe… ‘where the hell have you been?’”
he let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. “bold.”
“what about you?” you asked, desperate to turn the attention off yourself. “what would you say?”
his hands didn’t falter, but his voice dropped a notch. “depends on if they’d stay.”
your heart skipped, his words hitting deeper than you expected. you glanced at him, but his expression was unreadable, his focus entirely on your arm.
when he finally pulled back, he wiped the tattoo clean, tilting your arm toward the light.
“done,” he said simply.
you stared at the design, your chest tightening. it was beautiful, perfect in a way that almost felt… familiar.
“thank you,” you murmured, your voice softer now.
he leaned back, his gaze meeting yours. “anytime.”
as you stood to leave, you caught a glimpse of his wrist as he reached for something—a single word inked there in bold black letters.
“stay.”
your blood ran cold.
he noticed your pause, his eyes narrowing slightly as he followed your gaze. when your eyes met again, there was no denying it.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered.
he smirked, leaning casually against the counter. “took you long enough.”
“you—” your words caught in your throat, your pulse racing. “why didn’t you say anything?”
“wanted to see if you’d figure it out,” he said, his tone maddeningly calm.
you took a shaky breath, your mind reeling. “so what now?”
he pushed off the counter, stepping closer until the space between you felt suffocating.
“now,” he said, his voice low, “you decide if you’re gonna stay.”
starting to watch a new anime is crazy cus wdym im on s3 after two days
WAIT NO I SWEAR I REMEMBER YOU FROM SOMEWHERE AND I KEEP ON CHECKING YOUR PROFILE AND WONDERING IF YOUR USER IS SPELLED GUNIMS OR GUMINS BUT IT'S GUMIMS
OMG HI NEW MOOT!!! I LOVE YOUR WORKS WHAT??? RAAAGGHH
HI NEW MUTUAL!!!!
pls omg i’m literally in french class rn smiling so hard..
I LOVED YOUR MEGUMI FIC TOO!!!!!! i saw that you’re also canadian🤭🤭
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