𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 || Megumi Fushiguro × F!Reader ||

Chapter 8 ~|Bad B!tches|~

"Sensei?" You interrupt Gojo's little interrogation with Jogo.

He immediately gets out of serious mode. Looking at you like an exhausted father who's been distracted during his football game watching. His foot still firmly placed on Jogo's head.

"What is it, (L/n)?"

"...I need to use the bathroom."

"..."

"..."

"Like now?"

"Um, yeah."

"Number 1 or 2-"

"One- Just teleport me already, grandpa."

Satoru sighs, kicking up Jogo's head like a football, catching it in his hands, then tossing it over to Yuji. Who catches it with ease, despite being caught of guard.

You skedaddled your way to Gojo, turning around so that your back faces him. He grabs hold of the back of your uniform top, lifting you off the ground, his other hand in his pocket. In a blink of an eye, the two of you disappear.

Yuji blinks and pouts. Back at the school, Gojo appears by the training grounds, right beside Megumi.

"Your turn to teach. Good luck, she's a toughie."  Gojo, in a rush, drops you without warning nor thinking, even though you've told him a THOUSAND times that everytime he does, you fall.

After he dropped you, before you could even reach the ground, he vanishes into thin air. A panicked and confused Megumi, reaches out his arms to catch you, but he held a staff in on hand which threw him off balance.

A thud is heard along the grass and rubber field. Obviously, you fell, as usual whenever Gojo DROPS you off. Under you, is an upset and blushy Megumi. A red tint dusted his frowning expression. He's either really flustered or frustrated right now.

Your thighs are around his waist, your skirt had slightly ridden up. Hands on his shoulders, his hands on your waist, both from your earlier attempts to avoid the fall. The forgotten staff on the grass beside Megumi. His torso felt a bit hard against your plush thighs.

None of you get up straight away. Megumi is glaring up at you with a blush that betrays him. You look down at him with a blank, oblivious expression.

One thing's for sure, you two are both confused how the hell this happened.

"Sorry. I've told Sensei a thou-" You apologize, about to get up.

"Starting with sparring already, newbie?" A familiar voice chimes.

You both look up to see Maki, standing over you with a staff rested across her shoulders, which she holds with her hands. A small smirk is plastered on her face.

"But I see you've already got Megumi down. Impressive." She compliments.

"But you shouldn't straddle during a pin, becau-" She continues.

"Because it's easier for your opponent to overpower you, and overtake the pin by turning." You say for her.

"This is the case if your opponent is stronger than you. So in this case," Megumi tightens his hold on your waist, flipping the two of you over. "I am."

Maki watches the two of you like a coach. Megumi quickly shifts out of between your legs, to avoid any further embarrassment, then places a knee on your thigh. His grip, on your collar. The blush on his face subsiding, but still there.

"Where were you??" His question sounds more like a demand.

"Flying? I guess." You shrug, but soon regret your response when Megumi tugs tighter on your collar.