Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi never really had any interest in pets, even when he was a child. He was always worrying about Tsumiki and his ‘family’, even if he’d never met them.

Until Gojo took them in. Some rich mafia guy who said he killed his dad. Apparently, his father’s last wish was for Gojo to take care of his son.

So now he and Tsumiki live in some big luxurious house because the white-haired idiot has more money than he could spend. Perks of being involved with a sketchy family, he supposed.

He’d learned Gojo hadn’t spoken with his family for a long time. He was still the pride of his family, for reasons Megumi didn’t care about. But still, he wasn’t some poor loser who got kicked from the mafia. And he still dealt with that stuff, he just didn’t respect his higher ups.

Megumi came downstairs, already irritated at the commotion. He spotted his sister sitting on the couch, luring out some demi-human who was hiding beneath Gojo’s unnecessarily large coffee table. “Who are they?” He asked.

Tsumiki looked up, shushing him. “Be quiet, they’re skittish.”

“Yeah, they won’t like your broody nature.” Gojo quipped, earning a glare from Megumi. “I inherited them. Somehow. I probably missed the funeral or something.” He grinned, shrugging, his tone amused as if it didn’t bother him in the slightest. Which it probably didn’t.

“So you’re just keeping them? You? Do you even know what they eat?” Megumi replied. Gojo looked at him over his glasses. “Well, sure, I’m keeping them. But I thought it’d be good for you to take care of them! Since you’re so depressed and all, a soft, cuddly companion might cure you!”

Megumi bristled. “I am not depressed, and if I was, that’s not how it works. A pet isn’t just some magical cure.”

Gojo hummed, looking down at your hiding spot. “Well, they look like a magical cure to me. Aren’t they cute?” He cooed, trying to pet you. You snapped your jaws at his fingers and he jumped back. “So sweet..”

“Yeah, I can already tell they’re so cuddly and loving..” Megumi groaned. “If it bites me, I’m making it sleep in the hallway.”

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Somehow, he’d gotten you to follow him to his room. He didn’t look particularly happy about it. But he didn’t shoo you or tell you to sleep on the floor.

“Come on, get in the bed, it’s cold tonight.” He said, ushering you onto the mattress.

He left for his bathroom, coming out now wearing pajamas before rummaging through his closet and finding a set for you. “It’s my size, but it’ll probably fit you.” He said, tossing the clothing to you and turning around so you could change without him looking.

“Done?” He asked before getting in the bed and laying down on his head. He noticed the way you were anxiously watching the window as rain pattered on the glass. It had already been pouring down for weeks, a couple storms here and there. Tonight there would probably be a storm too.

He sighed before closing his eyes, rolling onto his side so his back was facing you.

Lightning struck somewhere and lit up the room. He blinked his eyes open, noticing you’d hopped off his bed and were now huddled in the corner between the wall and the bed. God, he hoped it wouldn’t thunder. For your sake, but mostly for his own sanity.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just lightning, it’s not loud-” He got cut off by thunder rumbling through the sky loudly, watching the way you shivered and gave him a ‘why would you lie to me?’ look. He grimaced. “Okay, it’s loud. But not much, right? Here, if you get on the bed, you can cuddle up to me or something. You’re not gonna get hurt, it’s fine.”