Solitude (Megumi X reader)

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TW: mentions of abuse
I didn't spell check this chapter so there may be mistakes <3

—the little things.
They mean so much.
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"Alright, am I supposed to know the answers to this dumb bullshit?" I scoffed, reading over my homework.
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"I guess it has to come to this...again." I sighed, picking up my phone.
Dialing Fushiguro's number, I shook my head, thinking about the last time I had to ask him for help.
Kugisaki was out training with Maki-San, which left him as my only option. I felt bad to bug him, but I genuinely didn't know how to do this worksheet.
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"Katsu? Are you ok?" Fushiguro's asked after answering the phone.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm sure you have better things to do, but I need help." I nervously chuckled, "mind if I stop over?"
"...homework again? Sure, I can help out." He responded. He didn't sound bothered, I could only hope he wasn't putting on a facade.
"Thanks Fushi, you're the best!" I beamed, happy he agreed, "alright, see you."

Hanging up the phone, I grabbed my notebook and walked across the hall.
I stood in front of his door, an odd wave of nervousness washing over me. I brushed it off, my usual confident smile resurfacing itself on my face. I was just about to knock, but Fushiguro opened the door right before I could, causing me to fall forward onto his floor.
"Katsu! Uh, s-sorry, are you okay?" He said, clearly holding back a laugh. I slowly flipped myself from my stomach onto my back, looking up at him with an unimpressed expression. He looked down at me, his lips twitching.

Eventually, he couldn't hold it in anymore, he threw his head back, covering his mouth to muffle his laughter.
I've never heard him laugh before, the sound of it immediately put a smile on my face. It was contagious, just like his smile was. That's the thing about him, he never smiles, never laughs, but when he does, it lights up the whole room.
—He should smile more.
I attempted to hide my smile, after all, I was supposed to be angry he's laughing at me.

His laughter faded, and only a smile
remained. I was okay with that, in fact, I was happy I could make him smile even if it meant I hurt myself in the process.

"Huh...sorry, that was rude of me. Do you need help standing up?" He asked, holding his hand out to me.

"Hmph. I don't need your help." I said, swatting his hand away from me and looking to the side with my "angry face".

I stood myself up, without his help, then dusting myself off.
I still looked away from him, my lips giving in and curving up into a smile.

"...dick." I mumbled.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear what you said." He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head.
I shook my head playfully, sticking my tongue out at him.
I took it upon myself to grab my notebook off the ground and enter his room. I plopped myself onto his bed, laying on my stomach.

He placed himself on the edge of his bed, as I kicked my feet in the air.

"So, what are you confused about?" He asked, staring at my notebook.
"These questions, I don't understand them." I responded, pointing to specific questions in my notebook.

"Ah, that's pretty simple..." he went on explaining.
Eventually, I completed my work with his help. We got sidetracked a few times, but I didn't mind. We already had a close relationship, but I always enjoyed learning more about him. He's so secretive.

I realized I haven't told him nor Kugisaki anything about myself, either, so I can't complain. I was just as bad.
But he asked, and I was okay with telling him today.
We sat criss crossed on his bed, facing each other.
"Ok, but before anything..." I started to say.
"What?" He asked.
"Could you pleaseeeeee summon your demon dog? I've been dying to see it!" I begged.

I've only actually seen the white one, but... you know what happened.
He gave me a "really?" look, in which I returned with puppy dog eyes.

"He isn't a pet, Katsu, I don't just summon him to give him treats and shit." He scoffed.

"Yeah, I have a feeling that's a lie. There had to be a time you summoned one of them without reasoning." I rolled my eyes, "but please, for me?"

I tried my hardest to look sad, and it seemed as it worked. He groaned, rolling his eyes, but soon after agreeing and summoning his black demon dog.
I squealed, petting the dogs fur as it curled up beside me. He really was adorable, even though he's a shikigami, he's still a dog and needs to be loved as much as a normal dog would .

"Awe! See, he seems to have taken a liking to me already." I teased.

"Yeah, right." He said sarcastically.

"Anyways, you wanted to know about my life before Jujutsu Tech?" I asked.

"I cant deny I'm curious, but share only if you want to." He replied.

He's always so considerate of my feelings, and it's what I admire about him. He deeply cares for the people in his life, and shows it through his actions.

"I'll tell you, as long as you won't judge me, capeesh?" I said, holding out my pinky finger.
He sighed, then nodding his head and linking our fingers.
"Alright, well, my parents are sexist assholes. No, screw that, my whole family is." I scoffed, laying on my back, "they have the idea that women aren't capable of succeeding in jujutsu sorcery like men are. I grew up unwanted."
"My parents didn't want me, they were mad they had a girl instead of a boy. They never trained me, I often watched them teach my brother, and learned from there."
"Pathetic, I know. But I had no choice, I had the urge to prove I could be better then what they thought I could be. That's why I came here in the first place, to prove them wrong." I added.
I told him about the time i was caught watching them train my brother.
How they'd punish me for it. They were cruel, they should've never been parents in the first place.
—For some reason, the memories hurt less to talk about when I was telling Fushiguro. He made me feel comfortable telling him.

For a while I told him childhood stories of mine, until I was tired talking about myself.

"So yeah, that's pretty much my childhood." I nervously laughed, "Now you know , Fushiguro-Chan!"

He stayed silent for a moment, not sure if he should comment on everything I told him. It seems like he chose not to, and I was glad.
—I was glad he just listened.

-the little things.
They mean so much.

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Pls this chapter was bad but I promise these are just filler chapters lol :)