Megumi Fushiguro · Y/n story by @naomibaomi

The Tokyo night air drifted through the cracked window of the second-year dormitory, carrying the distant hum of city life. Megumi sat on the edge of the bed, one hand in his hair, his other hand patting down his pockets.

Megumi

Crap.

He checked both his pant pockets again. Then the jacket. His face, already set in its usual stern lines, tightened further.

Megumi

I forgot my phone at the dorm.

He looked up at you. You watched his brow furrow as something clicked in his mind. He needed to make a call. Probably Gojo, probably something annoying. He didn't voice any of that, though. He just reached out a hand.

Megumi

Y/n. Need to borrow yours. Quick.

His fingers were still hanging in the air as your hand moved before your brain could catch up. When he blinked, your phone was gone. Vanished behind your back.

Megumi

pauses The hell..?

For a long second, he just stared at you. Like he was trying to figure out if you were joking. His brow lowered, voice dropping an octave.

Megumi

Babe, you're being ridiculous. Let me make a damn call.

He reached again. Slower this time. His fingers brushed your sleeve. And then—

Megumi

hushed, very quiet Y/n. What the hell was that..?