fever ꩜ f.megumi

30 - fever

Y/n POV

The party is over.

The guests are gone, the lights are dim, and my heels are somewhere I don't care to find.

Outside our room, the sky is inky and heavy with stars. Inside, it's warm. Quiet. The kind of silence you only get when the night has exhaled everything it was holding.

I'm sitting at the edge of the bed in a robe and nothing else, makeup wiped clean, hair loose around my shoulders. This just feels so right

Because maybe it is, maybe this is what destiny feels like.

Behind me, I hear the soft rustle of fabric—then his presence, steady as ever.

Megumi. My husband.

He moves like a shadow. Always has. He crosses room, shirtless with only sweats as his bottoms.

He stops in front of me, eyes half-lidded and soft. He's tired.

His voice is low when he speaks. "You tired?"

"Not really." I smile. "I should be asking you that."

He just smiles and shakes his head. He sits down next to me and looks right at me, his palm touches my cheek and leans near my face.

And then he kisses me.

The first of many kisses we will share in our new bedroom.

His lips are soft as always, gentle and full of love for me. I kiss him back with the same reciprocated feelings.

He then pulls back slightly, rests his forehead against mine, I feel the warmth of his body on mine. "You okay?" He asks.

I nod. "More than okay, I'm so happy." I smile.

We stand like that for a moment—our breathing syncing up, the silence pressing in just enough to feel safe in.

Then I whisper, "Do you remember when we were younger... and I told you that I wanted to fake date you."

He doesn't speak. But his hand tightens around mine just enough to answer.

"I knew from the very beginning that I was going to fall for you," I continue. "But I didn't mind it one bit, it didn't even cross my mind, the possibility that you could gain feelings for me."

"I gained multiple feelings." he murmurs.

"I know. Im glad."

His lips brush my temple. "I'm happy you're happy. Feels better to know that I make you happy."

I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes. His are darker in the low light, but they're still the same ones I fell for. Quiet. Complicated. Full of things he'll never say out loud—but I'll always hear anyway.

"You made me believe in true love," I whisper. "In love that heals past wounds and unwanted memories."

He smiles—barely. But it's enough.

Megumi then speaks, words that make me laugh a bit.

"You were the fever. But you were also the cure."

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Megumi's POV

I'm not good with words. Never have been.

Y/N knows this better than anyone. And still—she's never asked me to change.

Not once.

She never needed me to say a thousand things. She just needed me to mean the few I did say. And tonight, I mean all of them.

I mean every glance, every brush of her skin, every silence I fill with a touch instead of a sentence.

We're lying on the bed now. Her back pressed against my chest, my hand resting on the slope of her waist. Her breathing is slow, and I can tell she's close to falling asleep. But then she speaks.

"Do you ever think about how it all started?"

I kiss the top of her shoulder. "Every day."

She shifts slightly, curling closer to me.

"Remember the first fever you had?," she murmurs, smiling. I remember that day like it was yesterday, the sunny sky, the hot feeling of my body heat dispersed all over my body.

"You remember that?"

"I remember everything."

I chuckle, and it comes out a little raspy. "Shoko thought I caught it from Yuji. And casually told me to come to you."

She raises an eyebrow. "But it was me?"

"It was always you."

I wasn't even embarrassed back then. Just confused. How could a person make me feel like that—like my skin was on fire and the world got too loud and my body didn't know what to do with itself?

The answer didn't come from logic. It came from her.

She was the fire and the water. The ache and the relief. The thing that kept me up at night and the only thing that could calm me down.

She was my fever.

But she never burned me to destroy me.

She burned me to rebuild me.

I never thought I'd get to say that out loud. And now, with her curled into me, half asleep, wearing my last name and a sleepy smile, I realize I have everything I was too scared to ask for.

I press one last kiss to her forehead, and whisper:

"Goodnight, Mrs. Fushiguro."

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Some people say love is wild. Uncontrollable. A storm.

Ours was a fever.

Slow. Hot. Unpredictable.

It hurt us. It changed us.

And in the end, it healed us too.

Not all fevers burn to destroy you. Some stay just long enough to teach you what it means to feel.

I'm so glad Megumi came in with a fever that day.

The End

FEVER finally came to an end after a year. I really enjoyed the concept of this story and all the silly comments left in the comment section. I got the inspiration for this fic from the enhypen song titled "fever" a while back. Tbh, I wasn't the biggest fan of that song. The melody sounded funky. But i still have to give a shout out. I'll probably post bonus chapters if asked to but for now i want to take a step back from doing anime fanfics because they are lowkey tough....Thanks for all your support and I'm always open to ideas.

And as always,

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