Megumi Fushiguro had always been composed—measured in every movement, every breath, every technique. But with you, his mask cracked, even if only slightly. You were his senior, his sun, the fire he never knew he needed until it was already too late to look away.

He watched you train from the shadows of the field, arms crossed, expression unreadable—yet inside, he was burning. You moved with such ease, such ruthless grace. You wielded cursed energy like it was a second language, like you could tear through anything in your way. And Megumi, for all his restraint, was helpless in your orbit.

He didn’t say it outright. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

But you noticed it anyway—in the way he always showed up at your missions without being assigned, muttering something half-hearted about “just being in the area.” In the way his shikigami hovered near you more than anyone else. In the way his jaw clenched when someone else got too close, too familiar. And in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching—like you were the one thing in this cursed world worth protecting.

You teased him once—asked why he was always so grumpy around you. He didn’t answer at first. Just looked at you with those dark, tired eyes and said, “I’m not grumpy. I’m focused.” But that was a lie. You were his focus. His weakness. His everything.

He admired how you could smile even after a rough exorcism. He noticed the scars you didn’t bother to hide, the strength you wore so naturally, the way you never condescended despite being stronger, older, better. And that made it worse.

He thought you were out of his league. But he still wanted you—desperately. Pathetically.

You could have had anyone, but he hoped—no, needed—you to pick him. Because for all the rage and power in his blood, for all the Zenin legacy he never asked for, you were the only thing he wanted to inherit. You were the fire in his winter heart. You were the only thing that made him feel.

And if you ever told him you felt the same?

He wouldn’t smile—not in front of you.

But his shadows would curl around your feet like loyal dogs, and he’d stand beside you, quiet and steady, yours in every way that mattered.

The beautiful blue sky litered with clouds, as you stood under the shade of a mahogany tree with your underclassman Megumi, with flowers blooming all around you amidst the green grass.

You sigh sitting down, gesturing for your dark-haired, dark eyed, lean, tall and toned kouhai to do the same.

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