╰┈➤ "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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(if u didnt read the lil important change i made in the last chap: its been like 10 days since Megumi and Y/n made up)
Warning: ‼️ this is a smut chapter do what u will with that lol
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"This is one nasty bruise Megumi-san!"
Megumi missed this feeling. The sensation he gets throughout his body because of the girl standing right in front of him, the way his heart seemed to stop suddenly before accelerating intensely, and the overall feeling of having a crush to pursue.
"I've gotten hit worse before," he chuckled slightly as he put his hand behind his head and scratched it. If Y/n couldn't tell he was nervous, well she certainly could now.
He was sitting in the patient bed with his shirt buttoned all the way down so she could have full access to the bruise. She wanted to remain calm and not ask him how this happened because she hoped so very much it wasn't because of a certain someone, she wanted her delusions to loose.
"...are you not going to ask me how I got it?" Megumi's voice was almost invisible in a way, he muttered those words so softly but clear enough for Y/n to understand him. He looked from his fingers fiddling with each other up to her eyes.
His body heat began to rise, his skin's temperature was obviously hotter, and his palms were beginning to sweat.
"You're so hot Megumi," Y/n whispered, she didn't know why she whispered, he had kinda whispered too when he asked her his question so it felt normal, her hand touched his forehead before hovering over the bruise. She quickly healed it and the purple mark was gone.
But his fever wasn't.
She quickly turned around and started walking over to the sink to grab some water for Megumi but felt hot hands touch hers.
"You're hot too, Y/n." Of course she was, she waslove-sick too after all. His smile tugged on one side of his face more than the other—he was smirking.
"I thought you wanted to take things slow Megumi, it's not right to confess my feelings or is it? Would you mind? Wouldn't that hurt you in a way? After your crash out the other day I assumed you wanted me to not be that close," her back was still facing him, her arm was still extended due to his firm grip.
"Will you look at me?" Megumi raised his voice a little and tugged on her hand a bit, forcing her to turn around and hand in front of him, in between his legs. "Forget about everything I said the other day. Fuck, forget about keeping a distance and taking it slow. I waited too long for this."
His hand reached the back of her head and pushed it down to meet his. He crashed his lips into hers and he swore it felt like two magnets connected. It was not a gentle kiss—it was filled with rage, passion, and love. Y/n closed her eyes and accepted. If Megumi was okay with this, she didn't mind. It's not like she didn't want it too.
