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— megumi has a few secrets. he once threw out the brownies gojo made him (they had too much sugar). he ate kugisaki’s yakitori once (and blamed it on itadori). and the biggest one? he has a an embarrassingly huge crush on you (he might never tell you, but his shikigami can’t keep secrets).

On the instances that there are no life-threatening assignments (field trips, as Gojo calls them), Saturday mornings at Jujutsu Tech are relatively peaceful. It’s these days that Megumi allows himself the luxury of waking slowly, pulled into consciousness by the sun filtering through his curtains, and not the blaring of an alarm.

A quick glance at his phone reads 8:33am, a good hour and a half past his usual alarm. Megumi rolls out of bed, doing a few quick stretches before heading off to the bathroom.

His sleepy trip back is followed by a detour to his dorm to grab a book, then he heads to the common room in search of some breakfast. It’s still relatively empty, and the only other person that’s ever up at this hour on a day off is—

“Good morning.”

—you, smiling at him over a steaming mug of tea. You’re seated snug against the arm of the couch, a quilt wrapped around your shoulders, and a book balanced in your lap.

You look warm, inviting, and his mind betrays him by imagining how nice it might be to wake up next to you.

The thought of course is followed by a blush that crawls from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, and if you notice, you’re kind enough not to say anything.

“Hey,” he mumbles, shoving his thoughts down and returning your lazy smile with his own (it looks more like a grimace) when you lean forward, pushing the pot of tea. He grabs his own mug, shuffling over to pour himself a cup.

“Any plans for the day?” You ask, turning a page in your book (one of his books, actually, you’d borrowed it the other day) after briefly glancing up at him through your lashes.

“Not really,” he shrugs, averting his gaze to his mug. He has to, because that look has long been the cause of this strange arrhythmia, this fluttering between his ribs that he can’t ever seem to contain. “Probably just going to read, then do some training before lunch. You?”

“I don’t really have anything planned either. Just wanted to relax a bit before training,” you hum, and when Megumi finally gains the courage to look at you again, your eyes aren’t on your (his) book anymore. They’re on him.

Your gaze is almost pleading, and Megumi sighs, knowing exactly what it is you want.

(And he’s never been able to say no to you, has he?)

You pat your leg lightly, and his demon dog immediately responds by leaping up onto the couch to rest its head on your lap, tail wagging contentedly as you smooth your hand over its back.

Shyly, Megumi settles himself at the opposite end of the couch, his dog’s tail swishing over his lap as he flipped open his book. With your free hand, you slide your plate of toast towards him. “I made an extra one for you.”

“Thank you.” An extra piece for him. Not for Kugisaki or Itadori.

(You really need to stop being so nice to him. It’s almost like you know he has an embarassingly huge crush on you or something.)

Megumi lets himself get absorbed in his book, smiling a little at how...domestic this all seems. A slow, lazy morning with warm sunshine, a good book, hot tea, a snoring shikigami wolf, and you.

Mindlessly, he reaches for one of the pieces of toast, and, like in those ridiculous rom coms that Kugisaki forces you all to watch, his hand ends up brushing yours when you reach for the same piece.

Brilliant.

And of course, you’re both sputtering apologies, insisting the other choose first. Megumi is red as a tomato, and you’re sounding unusually flustered when the last person Megumi wants to see him right now makes his presence known with a loud snicker.

“Whoa,” Gojo smirks from his spot at the kitchen counter. “Careful, kids. That was almost some sexy premarital hand holding.”

Megumi’s getting ready to unleash Totality when he hears you laugh, easily brushing off the comment. He doesn’t know how you do it, because Gojo is just so irritating.

“What do you want, Gojo?” he grumbles, definitely not glaring at him for ruining a perfectly fine morning.

The shaman pushes off the counter, reaching over the couch to snatch both pieces of toast before either of you can protest. “I’m leaving tomorrow, so I’m pushing tomorrow’s lesson to today! We’re going to do some sparring! I’ve already dragged Itadori and Kugisaki outside, so I just came down to grab you two. So let’s go, lovebirds!”

He teleports just as Megumi’s cup of tea flies towards his face.

_____

“I’m thinking we do some two on two today,” Gojo announces once everyone’s been herded into a small clearing in the forest. “Teamwork makes the dream work, am I right?”

No one laughs. Megumi rolls his eyes. You smile politely. It’s still too early for Itadori or Kugisaki to be conscious members of society.

“Alright then! Pair up!”

You and Megumi turn to face each other, grinning a little. You two had always worked best together, having the longest history of shared training sessions under Gojo long before you’d both been officially enrolled at Jujutsu Tech (absolutely not the reason for his massive crush, totally not).

You’d trained around his technique, and he’d trained around yours. You knew his moves, he knew yours. Megumi liked Itadori and Kugisaki just fine, but you were his partner first.

But he doesn’t get to open his mouth before Gojo’s got a hand on his shoulder, and is shoving him towards Itadori.

He huffs, taking a step in your direction when Gojo waves a finger in his face. “Ah, ah! Let’s change it up a little, Megumi-chan!”

You flash him an apologetic look, shrugging as you head to the other side of the clearing with the arm of a sleep-deprived Kugisaki slung over your shoulders, whispering in your ear.

Something in him burns when he sees how close she is to you.

Beside him, Itadori yawns obnoxiously loud, stretching so his joints pop. “Man, I hope you know what you’re doing, Fushiguro. ‘Cause I have no idea how to go about beating them.”

“Me neither,” Megumi admits with a grimace. Kugisaki, he’d be fine with. You, on the other hand…There’s only been a handful of times that he’d gone up against you, and it tended to not end well for him. His shikigami were…weird around you when it came to battle. “We should try and split them up. We can definitely overwhelm them physically, so let’s try to tire them out first before bringing out any cursed techniques.”

Itadori mumbles in what he guesses is confirmation, so Megumi signals to Gojo that they’re ready. Their sensei barely looks up from his phone as he reminds them that anything short of killing or maiming is on the table.

“Winners gets to pick what we have for lunch today,” Kugisaki yells, pointing at them with what looks like a rubber mallet. “Losers pay!”

“Then you should know I like my steaks medium rare!” Itadori shouts back, cracking his knuckles. Of course he’s suddenly wide awake at the mention of food.

It’s a distraction, Megumi quickly figures out when he notices you’re not at Kugisaki’s side anymore. He scans the area, though he’s doubtful he’ll find you before your fist meets the side of Itadori’s face. You’re too stealthy.

But you don’t catch Itadori’s cheek this time. No, you sweep his legs out from under him.

“You take her,” Megumi orders, leaping over your outstretched leg and dashing for Kugisaki. He doesn’t doubt Itadori will keep you busy while he takes her out.

Kugisaki is strong, landing a couple of good hits even with a rubber mallet that squeaks each time it hits his body. It’s kinda humiliating to be dealt this much damage with a child’s toy.

When he manages to knock her back a few feet, he quickly glances behind him to see Itadori struggling to trap you in a headlock. It might not hold for long, especially when cursed energy floods your hands, but it’ll hold for long enough.

He summons his demon dog - the only one deft enough to to avoid the flying nails and swinging mallet - watching as Kugisaki’s eyes widen, and she takes off towards you.

“Go,” Megumi commands his shikigami, and it replies with a short bark before charging after her. She wisely cuts through the trees, slowing his dog down a bit, but it’s not long until it’s at her heels again. And it’s about to get her, vicious nips narrowly missing the edge of her shirt.

But then there’s a flash, accompanied by Itadori’s cry of pain, and suddenly you’re running towards your teammate. Megumi shouts at his own teammate to get up, but it’s too late. He’s laying in a heap in the grass and you’re grabbing Kugisaki’s arm, yanking her behind you and holding your hand out just as his dog has leaped into the air--

His shikigami skids to a stop in front of you, barking once before nudging his head under your palm for a pet, tail wagging enthusiastically.

“Good boy,” you praise, scratching him behind the ears as Kugisaki cackles.

Megumi runs a hand down his face, groaning. When he moves his hand, two nails are floating at his forehead.

“Megumi and Itadori lose!” Gojo announces with a laugh, sliding his shades down and casting him an amused look as you kneel down to give his demon dog a belly rub.

Kugisaki releases her technique, prattling on about ordering sushi for lunch,as Itadori sighs, patting Megumi’s shoulder.

“You know...I think I read somewhere that dogs can tell when we like someone. Do you…” His gaze flicks from him to you.

Megumi feels that familiar blush crawl up his neck as he looks away, but that’s all the answer everyone needs.