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"oh, look at the moon... so beautiful!" you giggle out, pointing lazily with your hand.
"that's... just my bedside lamp." megumi sighs.
you squint at it for a moment, as if carefully reconsidering his statement. "...still pretty," you mumble with a quiet laugh.
megumi exhales through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching.
megumi is a responsible person. everybody knows that.
he’s the one people expect to keep a clear head, the one who follows rules and thinks things through before acting. which is exactly why everyone, gojo-sensei especially, always tells him he needs to loosen up every once in a while.
tonight, however, it seems like he was influenced by your carefree nature once again.
gojo-sensei, in his usual chaotic fashion, had decided to host a party in jujutsu high’s shared living room. the place had been buzzing with noise; music playing too loudly from someone’s phone, bursts of laughter echoing through the halls, the clatter of bottles and glasses being passed around.
party games had been abandoned halfway through on the low table, cards scattered across the surface and a few snacks crushed into the tatami. the air smelled faintly sweet from mixed drinks and cheap alcohol, while the cool night breeze drifted in through an open window, stirring the curtains.
megumi had every intention of being responsible.
he planned to stay for a little while, maybe keep an eye on things, and leave before the night got too messy.
but then you walked up to him like you always did.
you leaned closer, eyes bright with mischief, batting your eyelashes at him in that shameless way that always made his resolve crumble just a little.
"let's snatch up a bottle and go to your room and drink!"
the word no was already forming on the tip of his tongue.
but nothing came out.
instead, he simply nodded weakly as you grabbed his wrist, already pulling him toward the kitchen with an excited grin, snatching up a bottle on the way before dragging him off down the hallway.
because really— who was he to deny hanging out with his girlfriend?
and so here the both of you were.
laying on his room’s floor, the soft moonlight streaming through the window seemed to cast some quiet spell over the both of you.
the pale light washed the room in that calm, dreamlike glow that only late-night hours seemed to carry. the lamp was still on too, its warm yellow mixing with the cool moonlight and painting the space in soft shadows.
you were sprawled out beside him in a messy starfish pose, arms and legs splayed wherever they had landed. every few seconds another burst of giggles escaped you, followed by the occasional hiccup, your thoughts spilling out in a rambling stream of half-finished stories and random observations.
absolutely drunk on the alcohol you had both stolen from the party.
and, admittedly, a little drunk on him too.
megumi lay beside you on his side, curled slightly inward, his head propped up on his arm. his dark hair had fallen a little out of place, and his usually composed expression had softened into something quieter.
his eyes were half-lidded as he watched you.
there was something warm in his gaze, something gentle and full that you didn’t quite think anyone should ever look at you with. not like that. not with that kind of quiet devotion sitting so plainly in their eyes.
but megumi did.
his face was flushed, the faint pink spread across his cheeks matching yours, and the tips of his ears were dusted the same shade.
you were happily talking about something; jumping from one thought to another without much connection between them. something about the party, then about the moon again, then about how gojo definitely cheated during one of the games.
megumi didn’t interrupt.
he simply listened.
and somewhere between your laughter and the soft hum of the night outside the window, a thought crept quietly into his mind.
how did he get so lucky in a world like this?
it didn’t feel real.
in a life filled with curses, danger, and expectations pressing down on his shoulders, this moment felt almost too gentle to exist.
this had to be some kind of joke.
because he didn’t deserve this.
the thought settled heavy in his chest, and suddenly something there tightened painfully.
a dull throb spread through him, making his brows pull together as he curled in on himself a little more. his arm shifted closer to you almost instinctively, like he was afraid that if he didn’t anchor himself somehow, the moment would disappear.
you noticed the movement and tilted your head toward him, your laughter fading into quiet curiosity.
megumi’s hand slowly reached out.
hesitant.
almost uncertain.
his fingers caught the loose sleeve of your t-shirt, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. his hand trembled slightly as he held on.
for a moment he didn’t say anything.
then, so quietly you almost missed it, his voice broke through the silence.
"p-please..."
his throat felt tight, the words scraping their way out.
"...don’t leave me."
you paused.
your gaze slowly shifted toward the slightly trembling form beside you. megumi looked smaller somehow, curled in on himself, his fingers still clutching weakly at the fabric of your sleeve like he was afraid that if he let go you might disappear.
your hand lifted and gently covered his.
for a second his grip loosened, hesitant, before you slipped your fingers between his and intertwined them together.
his hand was warm.
and shaking.
your voice lowered when you spoke, soft enough that it barely disturbed the quiet of the room.
it felt like the world had stopped around you.
like the party down the hall, the school, the curses, the entire messy world outside his bedroom door had faded into something distant and unimportant. in that moment it was just the two of you on the floor, bathed in moonlight and soft lamp glow.
intimate in a way that made the air feel heavier.
"why would i leave you?"
megumi’s fingers trembled where they rested in yours. you tightened your grip slightly, reassuring, grounding.
he couldn’t lift his head to look at you.
his voice came out small. "i’m... i-i just..."
the words fell apart before he could finish them.
you blinked slowly, soft and unhurried, the way a cat might blink when showing quiet affection. then you tilted your head, shifting closer until your forehead rested gently against the top of his head.
his hair brushed your skin.
you breathed in softly, catching the faint scent of his shampoo lingering there.
"megumi," you murmured into his hair.
your voice was so gentle it made something in his chest ache in a completely different way.
"you are my oxygen."
his lips parted slightly at that, a quiet breath escaping him.
you continued after a small pause, your fingers squeezing his again.
"leaving you..." you whispered, voice steady despite the alcohol humming through your veins.
"it would suffocate me."
a quiet beat of silence followed.
you didn’t rush him.
you simply waited, your fingers still laced with his, giving him the space to let the words settle. the room stayed still around you, the moonlight stretching across the floor like pale water, the distant sounds of the party now nothing more than a muffled hum through the walls.
slowly, megumi uncurled.
his forehead pressed fully against yours now, his eyes squeezed shut like he was trying to hold something back. his lashes twitched faintly.
he tried not to cry.
he failed.
the tears slipped free anyway, gathering at the corners of his eyes before sliding sideways across his temples, pulled down by gravity until they disappeared into the tatami beneath him.
your free hand lifted and gently cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing softly against the damp trail.
not to stop him.
megumi fushiguro had every reason in the world to cry.
and yet he was the kind of person who rarely allowed himself to.
so you simply wiped away the tears as they came, quiet and patient, letting him have this moment without shame.
he cried silently.
no sobs, no broken gasps; just a steady stream of tears slipping down his face while his hand remained tightly intertwined with yours.
after a moment, his voice finally broke the quiet.
"how are you drunk and able to say things like that?"
his words were soft, rough at the edges.
you let out a small chuckle.
in the stillness of the room it somehow sounded louder than it should have, warm and gentle and completely unbothered.
"my love for you doesn't change depending on my sober state."
love.
what a cruel, beautiful curse that word was.
in the quiet room illuminated by the cold blue glow of the moon, the empty bottle of alcohol discarded carelessly in the corner, megumi fushiguro cried.
his forehead pressed against yours, your limbs tangled together awkwardly on the floor, bodies shifting closer without either of you fully realizing it.
you leaned forward every now and then, pressing soft kisses against his damp eyelashes, against the corners of his eyes, against the warmth of his skin.
each one slow.
careful.
like you were trying to show him something he had never been taught how to believe.
just how deeply he could be loved.