Published on Oct. 17, 2024
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Fluff Oneshot
Snypnosis - You and Megumi are both first years at Jujutsu High. The night following the Shibuya incident, You and Megumi are left slightly traumatized after the death of Kugisaki and Itadori's possible execution. With you unable to sleep, he reluctantly tries to help.
Warnings - Mentions of death, skin-picking (Fushiguro), cuddles!!
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The trip back to Jujutsu High after the incident was brutal.
Kugisaki was dead, Gojo had been sealed, Itadori was expelled, and the once lively city of Shibuya was now a playground for cursed spirits.
You were feeling a whirlwind of emotions, and it seemed Fushiguro was too. For a majority of the 30-minute trip back to the academy, he had his eyes locked on the floor and you watched in silence as he picked at his fingers.
You were about to speak up and ask him to stop because it's 'not good for your skin,' but you quickly stopped yourself. The tension between the two of you was already too much to handle at the moment, given the previous events, and you were afraid of worsening it.
Fushiguro was naturally a reserved person, after all, yet you still found yourself worried about him more than anyone else. You would constantly ask him if he was okay or if he needed anything, but he always denied your help. Always.
The radio began to play some sentimental music that admittedly saved you from the awkward silence between you two. He seemed to snap back to reality in a way and stopped picking at his hands, resting them on his knees instead, allowing you to take a closer look.
There was slight scarring near his nails, and open wounds on a few of his fingers. You frowned a bit at the sight, privately wishing that he would stop being so reluctant with your help and talk to you when he was feeling anxious, or even annoyed for that matter.
You reached over and grabbed his hand, cupping it with your own. He turned his head to look at you, eyes scanning you with precaution.
"What are you doing." He said ever so coldly, but that's what you had expected.
"It'll be okay, Fushiguro," You attempted to smile at him, trying to show at least an ounce of sympathy. "I'm here if you need anything."
He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, "I get it."
You still smiled, although he seemed to care less. But you knew he did care. He must feel something other than displeasure under that cold facade. You knew it.
"We're here," Kiyotaka, your assigned driver, interrupted.
