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Nobody knew you and Megumi were dating. It didn’t seem important to tell them, considering how little your relationship actually changed on the surface. All the changes happened underneath, behind closed doors. The way he held you, the way his lips pressed against yours, the way he murmured against the skin of your neck as you lay in bed together. You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course. You didn’t need to be paraded around to know how Megumi felt about you.
It was second nature to make your way to his room at the end of the day, shuffling through the halls of the dorm building without a thought spared for whether someone would catch you. It wasn’t that you were a secret so truly you didn’t care if someone spotted you, you and Megumi were simply private people. You knocked on Megumi’s door the way you always did, the only knock he always answered to, the beat you’d created so he’d know it was you, and it took hardly thirty seconds for him to open the door.
“Was waitin’ for you sweetheart.” He murmured softly, a sure sign that he was more than ready to curl up in bed with you tucked in his arms and get some well deserved rest.
“Well, I’m here now.” You replied, letting Megumi pull you into his room by the waistband of your sleep pants, with you gently pushing the door closed with your foot so you wouldn’t have to turn away from him. The kiss you shared was soft and gentle, those three words shared without a sound having to pass between your lips.
You gently pushed Megumi backwards onto his bed, and when he lifted the blanket up for you, you followed him in without hesitation. He wasn’t as broad as Itadori, or as tall as Gojo, but he was perfect for you. His slim muscles pressed against your back as he pulled you close, his lithe arms wrapped around your waist where they belonged.
“Sleep well.” You said softly, and while Megumi didn’t reply, he did press a kiss to the top of your head and that was enough. A small gesture to acknowledge what you’d said, and that he’d reply if only he had the energy to do so.
It took no time at all for him to fall asleep like that, his height just enough to fully encompass you when the two of you were curled up together. He’d said once that he slept best like that, because he knew he was there to keep you safe from whatever might come to harm you. You’d attempted to argue that the only risk to your health was Itadori storming into your room unnanounced and throwing himself onto you to wake you up - Megumi had simply replied ‘exactly’ in that gruff little voice he claimed he didn’t use, the one that told you he was mentally planning the death of that imaginary Itadori you’d created, just for touching you.
You wouldn’t have him any other way.