i think i can love you | miyamura x oc

deja vu [ch. 25]

The next day Megumi woke up at 6am, earlier than Miyamura. At first she was oblivious to what had happened the previous night because of her exhaustion, but after a few seconds, she finally realised what happened. Megumi had a oversized t-shirt on, which seemed to be Miyamura's, and out of embarrassment she tugged on the covers and brought it up to the bridge of her nose and turned away, trying to hide her flushed face. "Megumi?" Miyamura's tired, husky voice suddenly called over to her, his warm breath hitting the back of Megumi's neck.

The tension stayed like that for a few minutes until Megumi turned back around, pulled Miyamura closer to her chest and playing with his hair. He seemed to like it, because he stayed with his head against Megumi's chest and holding her wrist to keep it on his hair. "I'm getting a strong sense of deja vu," Megumi thought as she glided her fingers between Miyamura's smooth, black hair. "Every time I'm with him, I get deja vu. I love that feeling, it's like we have been together since forever." Megumi dug her face into Miyamura's hair as she eventually fell back asleep.

When Megumi woke up again, she saw that Miyamura was still nestled in her chest. He looked like a peaceful baby, sleeping like that. Megumi smiled to herself and sat up, making sure not to wale Miyamura. She went downstairs, and found that Miyamura's mother had left a note, magneted to the fridge.

Good morning, dearest Megumi-chan and Izumi,

I have to run some errands for oba Shizuku in the nursery home, so I'll be away for the day. Make sure to make yourselves some food, I don't want both of you to starve without me! And for Izumi, make sure to look after Megumi-chan.

Have fun!
- Mother

Megumi smiled at the note and the thoughtfullness of Miyamura's mother. She instantly started preparing breakfast, mixing a batter of Japanese pancakes, and when they were ready she sprinkled some powdered sugar, sweet honey, and some blueberries along with strawberries.

By the time Miyamura came down, rubbing his eyes, Megumi was getting the table ready to eat, with an apron tied around her waist. "Oh! Izumi, I've already prepared breakfast, so we don't have to go to the store." Megumi have him a sweet closed eye smile as he blushed a bit. Miyamura couldn't help but wonder if this was what life would be like if him and Megumi were married.

Miyamura thanked Megumi numerous times and sat down, eating the pancakes and being suprised on how good they were. "These are really good, Megumi!" He grinned as she did the same. "I'm glad." Megumi replied.

When Miyamura went to pack his plate away, he saw the note and smiled. "Ah, typical Okaasan." When he put his plate away, he turned to the table and saw Megumi reading a book peacefully. The sunlight had aimed itself toward her, which gave her an angelic light that complimented her true beauty. She tucked a strand of her short, beautiful dark blue hair behind her ears as she turned a page of her book, her eyes glistening in the sun. "I finally know the difference between pretty and beautiful." Miyamura thought to himself as he gazed at Megumi.

It had been a while since Megumi or Miyamura had heard from their classmates. Even Chitose and Akenon were nowhere to be found. But they didn't mind. They started a long discussion about university, which seemed to rattle Megumi. I really don't want high school to end. I've learnt to accept it as my home." Megumi clutched her plaid skirt as she sat side by side with Miyamura. "Me too. We've made so much memories there," Miyamura looked up at the sky, then at Megumi. "But we can make new memories, when we go to university together." He smiled at her warmly, and Megumi felt a wave of guilt overcoming her. She turned wide eyed, and her eyes glistened again. But this time she looked heartbroken. Her lip quivered, and Miyamura noticed something was wrong.

"Megumi?" He tilted his head as tears started falling down Megumi's face. "That's the thing, Izumi! I won't get to make new memories with you again!" Megumi cried, tears falling down in her face as she tried to not look at Miyamura. Miyamura held both of her shoulders to make her look at him. "What are you saying Megumi?" He had a look of determination on his face as Megumi finally turned to face him. "I'm going to America, Izumi."  She finally let out, her voice cracking. Miyamura's eyes widened. She was going away. Megumi Takeshita, the girl he fell in love with, was going away.

Miyamura felt as if thousands of knives had stabbed his heart. "Why? You can stay here with me..." Miyamura choked on his words, as he looked into Megumi's deep black eyes as if it were his last time. And it probably was. "Do you want to do this?" Miyamura asked, a face full of determination as his hands still rested on her shoulders. Megumi's eyes windened, and Miyamura could see his own reflection in her eyes. "No, I want to stay with you." Megumi shook her head while saying this, shutting her eyes to stop herself from crying more. "Who is making you do this? I promise I will make them let you go." Miyamura said boldly as Megumi gazed at him, and seemed to be thinking.

"Don't promise me such things you can't fufill." The poor girl failed at hiding her tears as they came streaming down her heartbroken yet beautiful face once again. Miyamura's eyes widened. "Please, just tell me who is making you do this." Miyamura gave a warm and soft expression which made Megumi feel fuzzy inside. She took a deep breath and tucked a strand of her silky shoulder length hair behind her ears. "My grandfather," Megumi revealed, and Miyamura listened intently. "My grandfather is current President of the Takeshita Enterprises. My father is the CEO of simply one branch, Takeshita Publishing. Because the founder of the company, my great great grandfather Jinobu Takeshita, is now deceased, Hariyuki Takeshita, my grandfather, has been running the company since." Megumi took another deep breath. "He is the one sending me to America. And there is nothing my father or anyone can do to stop him. Even though my family are full blooded Takeshitas, we're all simple pawns to his game of economy and class. My grandfather is the one pulling the strings here." Megumi had a determined look on her face. Miyamura was suprised on how complex this situation really was. He was just a baker's son, and he couldn't possibly stand up against the most powerful businessman in Japan. But he had to, to save the girl he loves. Somehow.

"We are having a family meeting soon with all the Takeshitas," Megumi's eyes were full of determination. "I am allowed to bring my partner, and that partner would be you." Megumi grabbed Miyamura's hand, and her eyes of determination quickly turned into desperation. "Please, save me." Miyamura's eyes widened and he was a bit shocked, but he nodded. "I promise. I will do my best to save you."
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(A/n: short chapter! But now I will introduce the Takeshita family tree!!! Btw not rlly a family tree but still)

Grandfather: Hariyuki Takeshita
Grandmother Koyasu Takeshita (deceased)
Their children (eldest to youngest): Osamu Takeshita, Kaito Takeshita, Yuu Takeshita, Jinchi Takeshita, Ryosei Takeshita, Makoto Takeshita

Uncle: Osamu Takeshita
Wife: Yukomi Takeshita
Children: Yuto Takeshita (male)

Uncle: Kaito Takeshita
Wife: Amaya Unjobi (divorced)
Children: Rin Takeshita, Enjo Takeshita (both male)

Uncle: Yuu Takeshita
Wife: None
Children: Akito Takeshita (male)

Uncle: Jinchi Takeshita
Wife: Reika Takeshita
Children: Nino Takeshita, Asahi Takeshita, Ryuga Takeshita (all three male)

Uncle: Ryosei Takeshita
Wife: Kiko Takeshita
Children: Daichi Takeshita, Hideyoshi Takeshita (both male)

Father: Makoto Takeshita
Wife: Ai Takeshita
Children: Yamato Takeshita, Toshiro Takeshita, Touma Takeshita, Kiyoshi Takeshita, Megumi Takeshita (all male except for Megumi)

A/n: it's weird that Makoto (Megumi's dad) is the youngest out of all his big brothers and still has the most kids lmao
Also now you see why Megumi is the favourite, she's the only girl who was born into the Takeshita family.