dtsuga4u
❖ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮. ❖
Megumi Fushiguro is tired in a way sleep doesn't fix.
He hides in the quiet corners of a campus, pretending the world is simple-just books, deadlines, and a history exam he hasn't studied for. He tells himself that if he stays still enough, the weight of his name and the shadows that follow him will loosen their grip.
Kaida Inoue believes myths never really disappeared.
They just learned how to blend in.
An illustration student chasing inspiration for her final project, she spends her days sketching ordinary streets, ordinary people, ordinary lives-waiting for something to feel alive. And then, in a fleeting moment, she sees something standing where nothing should be.
She draws before the feeling fades.
Megumi knows the instant it happens.
Someone has seen too much.
Their paths cross again, and again, always circling something unspoken. Kaida notices the strange calm that follows him, the way the air feels different when he's near. Megumi notices the way shadows linger a second too long around her, drawn to something she doesn't know she's carrying.
"I keep drawing things I don't remember imagining," she admits. "It's like they were already there, waiting."
Some myths aren't meant to be witnessed.
Some stories survive only because no one believes in them anymore.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀, 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁.
A Megumi Fushiguro Fanfiction by dtsuga4u.
⚜ 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 ⚜