Right on Time

Reader x Megumi Fushiguro | 18+ MDNI

cw: explicit sexual content, rough sex, soft aftercare, dominance & restraint, praise, heavy sexual tension, possessiveness, public teasing, established relationship, bratty/flirty banter, emotional distance, slow-burn mutual pining, wedding setting, older!megumi (26)

You hadn’t seen him in almost ten years.

Not since you were all barely adults, still sharp-edged and exhausted in ways nobody had language for yet. Back then, you’d known him through Tsumiki—hovering at the edges of each other’s lives long enough to form opinions, never long enough to soften them. He’d been quiet and infuriating. You’d been too loud, too present. Neither of you had tried very hard.

Now you stood in the bridal suite of a countryside venue that smelled like flowers and hairspray, fastening a bracelet around your wrist while Tsumiki laughed behind you, radiant and impossibly calm.

“You’re going to behave,” she said lightly, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

You raised a brow. “About what?”

She smiled the way she always did when she knew something you didn’t. “You know Megumi’s one of the best men, right?”

🌿 Dichotomy Paradox -☆

summary: There was no reason for calculus to really be any relevant to a fun camp trip with your friends. So why does it feel like it so accurately describes you and Megumi Fushiguro have been going through for who knows how long now? It's just you, him, this camp, and December Third. Not like that's any relevant, right? Just like the unnecessary topic of the dichotomy paradox.

contents: ying, someone who lost all skill in math, using a math topic to open up her fic so if the math is inaccurate she apologises greatly (dont be surprised if she uses this idea again), my entry for @falsedivide camping collab!, friends to lovers, megumi x f!reader, non-sorcerer au, fun camping, yuuji nobara n gojo appearance Tsumiki mentioned briefly, sweater day!!!, slow burn, fluff, aged up bc we're not driving illegally, writing is kinda...eugh

word count: 6.7k

bringing back this old masterpiece *cries tears of grandiose*

oh my gosh thank you 😭🫶🫶🫶 I gen can’t believe this fic is receiving so much love I remember screenshotting it when it was at 67 notes and now it’s way more than that AHAHAHAHA thank you fivi again for including me in this 😚😚😚 thank you all for reading 🫶

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You clutch your head in annoyance as you look at the marks in your Chemistry paper. It is stupid really how you aced every subject this term except this one, the awful one. Chemistry! The other subjects’ mark sheets lie neglected on your table as you go over it again and again trying to make sense of the mistakes in Organic, not that any of that made sense.

You hear a chuckle from behind you and your head shoots up in annoyance. Park Gunwook! The bane of your existence right after Chemistry, the demon that reincarnated from hell itself.

Your other classmates would describe the boy as sweet and helpful, and “too hot for a nerd” which is absolutely brainless of them because he isn’t sweet, he is evil, he isn’t helping, he specializes in teasing you, and he definitely isn’t “hot”. Ever since the beginning of high school you two have been competing in every class and one-upping each other at everything.

And it was fair because you loved competition, you were happy you had a reason to fire up and do your best, especially if you got to see the defeated face and glare of Park Gunwook after every result. It was not that he went easy but you knew your strengths and beating Gunwook just happened to be the biggest of them.

Khemjira (2025) / The Medium (2021)