╰┈➤ "𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!"
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 megumi fushiguro keeps coming to the nurses office too see his favorite girl, the one who fixes and worsens his fevers.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂:
▸ megumi x reader
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New cover new me type shit 😼 guys if u ever want to do a cover for me ILL HEAR U OUT
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"Hello Fushiguro-san."
The light hit the wooden walls through the window just right. Her gaze towards him seemed like the ones in his dreams and imagination. She was standing right there in front of him! His heart was beating as if he had been waiting hours, days, weeks, months, and years or waiting for her to say his name again, which he had. As the light reflected from the glass towards her face, he could see the smallest droplet at the corner of her eye. Was she crying? Was it the air up here? Maybe it is sweat?
His gazed down towards her felt weird. She was not used to this type of Megumi. The taller version, the messy hair megumi, a megumi who has eyebags like he does not even sleep minutes at night. As she examined his face, her hand slowly reached for his cheek. Her fingertips were itching to confirm that it was really the boy she had left heartbroken. Before the magnetic connection closed, Megumi's eyes widen a bit before slapping her hand down.
"What are you doing?" He stepped back and almost looked offended. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes that were filled with shock turned into fire. She could almost feel his aura change even though they were no longer as of close proximity as they were a couple seconds ago.
Y/n's hand stayed for a second in the air before she slightly clenched it and put it down. "What is up with you!"
"Listen, I don't know why you are here but please stay away from me. I want nothing to do with you," Megumi's heart ached as he said his own words. He wasn't in denial—he liked her still and he knew, but he had to do this to protect his peace. He had been living all this time without her so what would be the difference if she ignored him still? He started walking down the hall before he felt her hand grab his wrist.
It was soft. He wanted to hold it.
"Fushiguro-san! Let's talk please," her voice was filled with yearning, the time and place was perfect to have a conversation. Or so she thought.
"What Ieiri-san? What do you want to say?" He once again shook her hand off him but this time he turned towards her. His eyes were starting to get watery, his heart started to ache so much it's as if it was ripping from his chest. He wanted to cling onto the material of his shirt where his heart was under but he couldn't. Not in front of her. The person that made him feel so much.
"I know an apology won't solve all the problems I've costed you, I just want to know what I can do to be your friend again. You don't have to forgive me now or ever. Please Megumi, let's start over," his first name accidentally slipped out of her throat, she didn't mean it, she just couldn't bare addressing him by his last name, it made their distance even farther.
He was quiet. His eyes, the portals to his body showed sadness. He didn't know what he wanted. After all this time she finally appeared and he didn't know what to do. "I don't even know if we can go back to how we used to be Y/n." There it was, her first name too.
