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Megumi Fushiguro

Little Bit Of Cuddling Doesn't Hurt Anyone?

Synopsis: (Requested) Weekends for Megumi Fushiguro were for one thing and one thing only. That is cuddling his girlfriend till the cows come home. But when faced with the ultimate threat he questions if he'll get his girlfriend to himself or will her studying be victorious over his neediness to cuddle up to her. 

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                    His abdomen was the first target, then his chest and a victory there was responsible for a victory on his neck, face and everywhere else from his torso up. Every square inch of soft flesh was peppered briskly in a trail of decisive and assertive kisses that still linger almost an hour on by the sticky residue from her lip gloss that glistens when brushed by the glow of the bedroom light.

                    His tossed shirt is crimped and scrunched; creases run in every which direction as if it had been balled in the very back of his dresser for months on end. It sits draped over a lampshade and while it had crossed his mind to take it off the lampshade and put it back on, Fushiguro Megumi simply doesn't want to. He doesn't want to because it will make it a reality that he doesn't have you cuddled up to his chest anymore, and while it's been an hour since you were in his arms; due to giving yourself a break from studying, he did want to annoy or embarrassingly ask you to stop studying for the night and be wrapped in his arms as you doze off to sleep.

                    His hands sit within his lap; thumbs fumbling to keep him focused and attentive so he dozes off in the sorry-for-himself mood he had found himself within. His eyes toss stay on you and only you unless he meets your gaze in the reflection of the dark computer screen then he both nervously and embarrassingly looks down at his hands waiting for you to look away so he can stare at you for a little while longer. It's his first relationship and he still hasn't learnt how to feel comfortable asking for small displays of affection, though often you can tell it by the glimmers of hope that cause his eyes to turn a shade of blue or by the soft, vulnerable looks he gives you. He's only ever vulnerable around you.

                    You let out a soft chuff after previously catching his gaze in the reflection before he looked bashfully away under the pressure of your gaze. He had been watching every letter you click, every word you type, every phrase you highlight, everything you had been doing for hours on end. You wondered how he hadn't been bored and fallen asleep as the next morning creeps in, though you could guess that he couldn't sleep without a limb or any body part being pressed, wrapped and brushed against any part of you. While you couldn't care less about yourself, Fushiguro was the most important thing within existence to you and his health and sleep was utmost important. On weekends when Satoru gave a blind eye to the two of you staying in the same dorm during the night, the only little glimmer of hope Fushiguro had to look forward to all week was spoiled by a stupid test he knows you will pass on.

'Megumi,'

                    Your voice caught him somewhat off-guard, his eyes snap quickly to meet your face; he slightly jumps into an upright position when he sees the desk chair spin around and you finally face him after an hour or two of nothing but eye contact and soft silence. You giggle slightly at his pure neediness for you, when his cheeks grow to a certain degree of red in embarrassment he hides his face from you. Staring at you through strands of hair that would dull his bashful blush. He doesn't reply though you know you have his utmost attention.

'You should go to bed, I'll follow a little after you.' A soft smile accompanying your little mutter,

                    While Fushiguro isn't a child, he tends to almost pout without consciously knowing it. Due to the lack of existing love growing up with only the presence of his step-sister showing him sibling love, Fushiguro found it uncomfortable and a learning curve to express what he really wanted. Love simply didn't exist so when you showed signs to him that someone could actually love someone like him, he wanted to hoard it. Keep it to himself. He doesn't let you go until one of you needs to do something, or the morning after; he's afraid if he lets you go you might not come back to him.

'It's fine I can wait.' he replies softly, shuffling further into your bed, slightly let down,

'No you can't.' you grumble, 'You're already nodding off just go to sleep and I-'

'I don't want to be without you.'

                   Your lips part though nothing comes out. You can't think of anything to respond to him except for a large blush that lingers over your cheeks. You couldn't keep a straight face even if you wanted to, he is slowly starting to ask for more affection therefore with every day feeling more and more comfortable with you. You stand up slowly, your finger curling as you usher him towards. He fast as he comes to your side in mere seconds, he awaits what you were going to say though takes the hint and sits in your desk chair. His body engulfs yours as you sit in his lap. His head rests upon the collar bone, snuggling into your neck just the way he likes to. Megumi's hands shuffle around your waist, interlacing his hands so his hands wouldn't slip away from your body when he would eventually fall asleep. He's careful, when it comes to how to hold you, he doesn't want to interrupt your studying but at the same time he wants to snuggle into you.

'Now can you go to sleep?' you question,

                    He chuckles softly into the side of your neck, he kisses a sweet spot on your neck before he snuggles further into your side; momentarily dozing off in your presence. Little did you know sitting within his lap would make you doze off after him. Gojo knew from the lack of eye bags both of you appeared to have when you saw him the next morning that Fushiguro got his way. Got you all to himself and got you in his arms as if nothing else mattered.