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"I think they're coming around now..."
"Hello..?"
All you remember was taking a wrong turn down an empty alley on a sunny day, then you were in a cold building with an ugly looking monster holding the back of your neck.
You grasped at a knee, or maybe an arm, squeezing as your felt your stomach churn, though you kept your lips pursed together, willing for it to stay down. "I think they're gonna be sick..."
"GOJO-SENSEI! HELP! THE CIVILIAN IS GOING TO THROW UP!"
Fresh air suddenly hit your face and you threw up in a bush before everything went black again.
"-the thing up. Afterwards it was pretty easy to deal with."
"You say that, but the civilian still got injured."
"Hey! I didn't see you trying to catch them."
"I had my hands full already!"
Your eyes were immediately assaulted with the bright sunshine as you tried to crack them open. You decidedly kept them shut and moved your lead weighted arms to cover your eyes.
"Oh?"
"You awake?"
"What happened?" was all you could ask. You had tried to beat the ugly thing with-
"My clarinet!" You bolted up, eyes wide open and met with three equally wide ones (one person had a black blindfold?), but suddenly your head exploded with pain.
"Go slowly. You hit your head pretty hard." A voice said quietly as you groaned, squeezing your temples with your trembling hands. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Got lost walking back. Woke up in a weird building and there was a funky looking thing. Tried to run away, then some people turned up and the thing exploded. Kinda gross."
"Gross?!"
"I mean, they are super gross."
"Where are we? what's going on?" You dared to open your eyes again, more slowly, as you took in your surroundings. You were sat on the concrete ground leaning against a really big black dog. How cute. You nuzzled your head into its fur, easing your killer headache.
"We're in Akihabara, and I think you're concussed. We'd like to take you to a hospital." The person with white hair and the blindfold spoke with a smile.
"Who are you?" You furrowed your brows together, feeling like you should run away because of stranger danger! But the big dog was comfy, its fluff lulling you to sleep.
"Ah, I'm Gojo Satoru, I'm a teacher at the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School, and they are my first year students. We were out on a field trip when we found you." Whe white haired male answered again. He was a teacher? You'd never be able to guess.
"Jujutsu Tech High School?" You repeated, the name distantly ringing bells. You turned your attention to the students. "I recognise that uniform."
"We've been in Akihabara and around Tokyo before! did you see us then?" The pink haired boy asked with a bright smile. You buried your face into the dog with a thoughtful hum.
"It's only natural we stand out you know!" Another voice voice sung.
"Never in a good way." A calmer voice grumbled.
"I guess I just exude that kind of eye-catching aura."
"It's easy recognise beauty such as mine."
How did you get here? Why was this happening to you? You were just performing with a marching band this morning, doing your absolute best and playing your loudest for someone. You wanted to stand out for someone. He said he'd come by but didn't. You weren't disappointed... Well... You were, but you understood he had his reasons. He probably had classes because it's Thursday.
"Megumi Fushiguro?" You mumbled, the students around you falling silent.
"What did you say?"
"Oh yeah, in Japan you say it the other way round don't you?" You chuckled, remembering how embarrassed you were when Megumi cared to point that out when you were discussing nicknames. "Fushiguro Megumi. think he goes to your school."
It was quiet for a moment before the students erupted into excited chatter,
"Fushiguro! you know them?"
"Why didn't you tell us!"
"What? i - i don't—" The calm voice was no longer calm, but his breath stuttered, "Y - Y/N?"
You had first met Fushiguro via letter in first year middle school, your middle schools partners for a penpal project. You had sent the first letter and even went through the extra effort to try and make a translation, though your characters were very messy so you made sure to also send the English original in case it was unreadable. It was nearly a month before your class got their responses, and it appeared you were the most lucky as Fushiguro's English was far better than your Japanese, and when comparing letters with your classmates, you had the most interesting response.
Nearly a year and 7 more letters later, you were the only one in your class still in touch with your penpal, and with the year drawing to a close, the teachers explained that you could only send one more letter. So with a wish, you sent your phone number and downloaded several Japanese chatting apps. Sure enough, 2 weeks later, there was a friend request on LINE from a Megumi Fushiguro. His profile picture was just a night sky, but you couldn't say anything, yours was sheet music. The anonymity continued indefinitely. At first you had no idea how often he was okay with you messaging him, and you added the Tokyo timezone to your clock app so you didn't message him at ungodly hours, but after a few months, Megumi would be your first thought when you saw a cute cat or something and you'd quickly snap a photo to send him. He also did the same, mostly pictures of the sky.
On Megumi's birthday, you sent a recording of you playing his favourite piece on clarinet, and for your birthday he sent you a playlist of songs he thought you would like. From then on, you continued to send him your repertoire and small recordings of your practices. Then one day when you talked to him about your most recent performance, Fushiguro asked for the link to the video. You did, but didn't tell him which clarinet player you were. He didn't ask either. You toed the border of your anonymity when you first moved to high school with a picture of you in your new marching band uniform, but from the neck down. You weren't expecting a photo back, but he surprisingly sent one back of his uniform from the neck down. His uniform looked much comfier.
Then a spot for a Japanese high school exchange opened (one of the main reasons you chose to attend the high school you did), and though it was for second years, you fought and won the spot. You immediately messaged Fushiguro without checking the time in Japan. And as if that wasn't enough, the wind band in your Japanese high school were having a performance in Tokyo! Fushiguro was in Tokyo! you told Fushiguro, but then dread began to pool in your stomach. what if he didn't want to meet? You were totally fine with that. But you wanted to so badly! You remember your elation when he stopped you mid-text ramble to say he would meet you.
You woke up to a white ceiling and the potent smell of disinfectant. The hospital curtain slid open to reveal a beautiful boy with deep blue hair and long eyelashes, his eyes widening at you.
"Ah- good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, how can I help?" You smiled, "I think you might have the wrong bay?"
"No. I- uh- do you remember what happened? Do you, do you remember me?"
"Um... no? I'm not really sure what you mean? I mean, I recognise your uniform- do you go to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School by any chance?"
"They said you would be concussed and you might have some memory problems..." The boy mumbled, "Is it alright if i sit down?" Your eyes darted to the curtain in panic, "Ah, I'll leave the curtain open, our teacher is just signing you out the hospital, I'm Fushiguro Megumi."
"Megumi?!" You gasped, the boy smiling softly as you fumbled for words, "I- you- huh?"
"Yeah... we have a lot to talk about."
"Then, please! Sit! I can't believe-!" You covered your mouth with your hand, which did nothing to muffle your delighted squeal as he sat in the chair next to your bed. "Wow. I mean, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!"
Megumi couldn't help smiling too. "It's nice to see you too... And I'm sorry I didn't make it to your performance."
"Hey, it's okay! We still met up!" You grinned brightly. Megumi then found his hands very interesting.
"And, um... Your clarinet is broken..."
"That--" will be very expensive, the thought alone bringing tears to your eyes- your precious baby! It was worth more than your entire wardrobe and shoes! But you shoved that thought away until later. Megumi was here now, visiting you in hospital. "-actually, why am I here? What happened?"
Megumi thankfully didn't push the topic of your clarinet and gladly filled you in on what had happened. By the end of his explanation, you had your face buried in your hands.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"It's fine, i've seen worse. Besides, you were concussed, it's normal."
"Still..." You whined, peeking between your fingers to find him offering you a hint of a reassuring smile. You gave in with a sigh, "I must say, that's some weird religion you have and they teach you, no offence."
Megumi chuckled, eyes distant, "You're right, it is pretty weird."
"But, um, thank you for saving me Megumi." Said boy snapped back into reality very quickly, his cheeks flushing red as it dawned on you that everyone probably called him by his last name. "Or do you prefer Fushiguro? Am I pronouncing it right? Sorry, i got used to-"
"It's fine." He uttered out, "Megumi is fine."
"What about honourifics?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Then... Megumi-kun? Or is that too weird?"
The boy's cheeks darkened, "It's fine..."
"Then you can call me Y/N-chan! Then it's not as weird right?" You suggested, starting to feel the second-hand embarrassment.
"Yeah." Megumi flinched too much when his phone chimed, and he hurriedly read it over. "Gojo-sensei -my teacher- said he's signed what you need to let you out. you just need to sign a few things before you go."
"Right." Well, the moment had to end at some point. You couldn't stay in the hospital bay forever. It was just an amazing coincidence that you had met Megumi, so you should be thankful you even had the opportunity to speak to him like this. "Am I okay to move?"
"Um, I'll call a nurse."
Megumi stepped out as you were examined by the nurse, and you saw him again in reception as you gave him and his teacher a thumbs up before signing the hospital forms.
"Thank you very much for everything you've done. I'm so grateful. And please pass my thanks on to the other first years!" You bowed formally to the pair, Megumi's teacher waving you off.
"No worries. Sorry about your clarinet and the concussion."
"It's fine, I was always told I have a thick skull! Comes in handy sometimes."
"I have to go now, but Megumi will walk you to the station, right?" Megumi scowled at his teacher with an unreadable look in his eyes which seemed to make the teacher's smile brighten.
"Well it was nice to meet you sir!" You bowed again at the adult, who nodded to you.
"Nice to meet you too! Hope you enjoy Japan. Megumi, be nice."
Megumi glared at the older man as he skipped away, seemingly pleased with himself for winding the younger up. Said male sighed.
"You don't have to walk me back if you're busy, I have GPS on my phone."
The boy startled at your comment, brows furrowed, before shaking his head, "It's fine, It's no trouble. I would feel better if I walked you to the station at least."
You couldn't stop the wide smile stretching on your lips, "Thanks!"
"It's nothing."
You mentally thanked all the deities for letting you spend a little longer with your penpal, chatting easily as if you hadn't just met him less than 10 hours ago. By the time you had made it to the station, you had mentally prepared to part.
"So... I guess this is it?"
"Yeah..."
"It was so nice to meet you- I cannot fully express how nice this has been! Even if I did spend a while in a hospital." Megumi chuckled at your words. You felt your cheeks heat up, his smile squeezing at your heart.
"I feel the same."
Your train arrived.
"Well. I'll message you later then?" You grinned hopefully, Megumi nodding. "Hug? Or do you not do those? I don't mind."
You nearly burst out laughing at the rush of emotions that flickered in Megumi's eyes- mostly panic. He blinked out his state when a giggle slipped out. He flushed red but nodded stiffly, opening his arms for you. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his wrap behind you too, surprisingly quickly considering how awkward he was at first. Keeping it short because of the train behind you, you pulled away to find him also smiling. so he did like hugs.
"Until next time?"
"Yeah."
The doors shut and you waved to him as the train set off. And that was that.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Megumi: The school offered to pay compensation for the damages to your clarinet, so please let me know if and when you're free to go to a music shop in Tokyo to buy a new one.