hi hello 😓
Have you ever thought about writing a scene where reader and gojo were kissing and megumi and tsumiki saw 🙊
right after kitchen scene, you know the kids were creeping down to your room together—just to check, alright? did gojo come home? did you make up? are they going to have to go live with nanami?
but, to both their surprise, no one is there. your room is empty, bedsheets thrown across the mattress.
so, okay. they close the door, going down to gojo’s room to check. but it’s the same, socks thrown across the floor, a collection of mugs on the bedside table.
“maybe they’re already up?” tsumiki whispers even though there’s no one sleeping.
megumi shrugs but makes his way down the hall, peeking around the corner like someone is going to scold him if he’s caught.
still, there’s no one in the living room. his shoulders slouch and tsumiki looks over him, her hair getting in his eyes.
“do you think they went somewhere?”
megumi gives her a look.
“what if gojo got hurt and mom had to go to the hospital or something?”
“and leave us here?”
“maybe she got kidnapped…”
megumi rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. still, there’s a couple of rooms left to check. he continues to walk through the house, clearly less concerned than tsumiki,
it is a bit weird though. especially because you were upset last night, and put them both to bed with a storm in your eyes.
whatever.
megumi walks through the kitchen door and his life is immediately ruined.
you’re standing against the counter, head tilted up as gojo mauls your face, your hands in his hair, his on your waist—
for maybe the first time in his life, he gasps, and steps back, into taumiki, before hurrying to turn around and keep her from whatever that is—
“oh, hey guys,” you say, awkwardly, coughing. megumi didn’t get to see you push gojo away, but he’s rubbing his arm and frowning when the boy turns back around.
megumi just stares.
tsumiki peeks over his shoulder. “what are you doing?”
gojo coughs, fixing his hair. it does nothing to help. “just talking, miki.” his smile is morose.
megumi just can’t look away. why did he have to walk in first? why did gojo have to abduct him? why did he have to be born in the first place?
“what?” tsumiki asks him, going to stand by his side. “what’s wrong?”
but megumi doesn’t answer.
“he’s probably just sleep walking,” gojo says, walking over to tsumiki so he can kiss her cheek very loudly and ruffle megumi’s hair.
he pushes the man as far away from him as possible. and to everyone’s surprise, gojo doesn’t even whine about it.
you clear your throat again, stepping away from the counter. megumi can’t even look at you right now.
“did you guys brush your teeth yet?” you ask, voice completely wrong.
“no,” megumi answers, so quickly its not even a word, and then he turns around and practically runs out of the kitchen, grabbing tsumiki’s arm so he can drag her along.
but he can’t make it far enough before there’s a hiss from behind him—
“you didn’t feel them coming?”
“i was a little bit distracted, you know, and—“
oh god. now megumi’s going to have to watch his parents kiss too.
is living with nanami still an option?
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