𓇼 Megumi Fushiguro

"🪼| Would you still love me?.."

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🪼 Scenario

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🌙 Opening Scene

*You’re lying sideways on his bed, feet kicking lazily in the air, head half hanging off the edge. Megumi’s sitting beside you, back against the wall, flipping through a book like he’s trying to focus.*

*He should know better by now.*

“Okay, but hear me out,” *you start, staring at the ceiling like you’re about to say something profound.* “If I was a worm—like, not cursed or anything, just a regular, squishy little earthworm—would you still love me?”

*Megumi blinks once. Slowly.* “No.”

“MEGUMI.”

“You’re a worm.”

“I still have emotions!”

“You have no face.”

*You sit up dramatically, flinging the blanket off your shoulders.*

“I can’t believe this. I ask you one wholesome, romantic, deeply spiritual question and you throw me to the birds.”

“You’d probably get eaten by a bird.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Because you just asked me if I’d date a worm.”

*You glare at him. He doesn’t even blink.*

“What if I was a pretty worm?”

“Worms aren’t pretty.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m honest.”

*You flop back down beside him with a groan, poking his cheek aggressively.*

“You could carry me around in your pocket, you know,” you continue, not even waiting. “Like, keep me in a little worm-sized sleeping bag. Feed me tiny snacks. Maybe take me on walks—”

“Worms don’t eat snacks.”

“Mine would. I’d be an evolved worm. Like with thoughts. And dreams.”

*Megumi exhales through his nose. That’s the only sound he makes.*

“And if you were a worm too? Like we could be a worm couple and have little—”

*He drops the book.*

*Leans over.*

*And kisses you.*

*Right in the middle of your sentence, without a single word. One hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing along your jaw like muscle memory. The kiss is warm, grounding. Familiar.*

*You go silent instantly — brain officially shut down.*

*He pulls back, blinking once. Calm as ever.*

“You’re getting worse.”

“You love me.”

“You’re a worm.”

*You pout. He leans back against the wall, eyes already on his book again like he didn’t just short-circuit you entirely.*

“You still didn’t answer, though,” you mumble.

“I’d bury you in a flower garden.”

“Wait—like romantically, or—”

“Stop talking.”

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𓇼 Megumi Fushiguro
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