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⋆Talk baby pt2⋆

⋆Talk baby pt2⋆

May 24, 2026

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mbl/npb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ───────── ୨୧ ──────── 𝜗𝜚 ⋆

“Gumi! I-I meant Gumi!”

He fixed his glare and broke out into a small smile instead, laughing lightly as he set his big hand over your thigh and squeezed lovingly.

You giggled softly.

“Lunch first and then I’ll sleep.”

“Oh my—”

You reached over for the door handle and pulled, brows furrowing once the lock wouldn’t budge after multiple frantic tries.

“You still have child lock on?!”

Megumi shielded his mouth to hide his snicker, eyes to the road.

“Uh huh.”

“Why?!”

He gave you a deadpanned look and pointed to the door. “Exhibit A, baby. The car is moving.”

“Gumi if you hate me just say that.”

Pulling into the bakery’s parking lot, he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment and pinched your cheek gently. 

“Be quiet.”

The bakery was a cute little place that was a frequent pit stop for the both of you to pick up breakfast on the way to the things you had to do in the mornings— always cozy and warm and filled with little trinkets and postcards of places from around the world, you always gushing when you or Megumi would spot a new souvenir on the walls or on the shelves, and him sometimes having to stop you from snatching some for yourself…

“They have a million!” You whispered. “They won’t notice this one. Please it’s from Greece it’ll look cute on my fridge!”

Megumi sipped his lemonade and gave you a half lidded look as you both sat in a booth.

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but.” He gently slid the coffee cake closer to you, silently ushering you to eat. “That’s called stealing.”

“Not if they don’t notice.”

Megumi gave you an amused smile.

“I’ll take one for you too!”

“For me?”

“Yeah!” You put your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your palm, tilting your head with the cutest expression megumi has ever seen in his fucking life. 

“I’d do anything for you.”

His cheeks flooded pink, and he swallowed thickly.

Megumi would do anything for you.

“I appreciate that pretty baby,” He murmured, tenderly tracing the pad of his index finger mindlessly around the back of your hand.

“Great! so can I do it?”

“No.”

“Maaannnn!” You slumped over the table and pouted. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled and took a bite out of his ham and cheese deli, your mannerisms sometimes reminding him of his dad.

He swallowed.

“Gojo wants to meet you.”

You froze. “Really? He does?”

Megumi nodded.

“Okay! That’s okay— Wait no! Wait—” You groaned and leaned against the booth. “I don’t think he’s gonna like me very much…”

“Huh?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you say that?”

You peered up at him sheepishly. “Because I talk too much… I’m not gonna notice and end up telling him my lore, my school GPA, and my social security number.”

Megumi laughed, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his crinkling eyes and gorgeous smile, the sound of it making you swoon.

He shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyelids. “No baby... He’d love you. I know he would.”

“I don’t know Gumi…” You sighed, looking down at your lap. “I want to meet him of course! That’s a given… But..”

Megumi quirked a brow. “But?”

“I just don’t want to look stupid…” You laughed nervously. “It’s happened before where my friends parents say I’m a blabber mouth and I don’t want to embarrass you—”

His tired eyes narrowed. “Blabber mouth? Who’s saying you’re a blabber mouth?”

“My— my ex boyfriend in high school…” You cowered a little. “But it’s okay because I was over sharing!—”

“No.” He said firmly, his gaze looking directly into yours. “You’re not a blabbermouth. There’s a difference between being really open and friendly with people right off the bat and being a blabbermouth.” 

Megumi shook his head in annoyance. How could someone ever say you were a blabbermouth? He had never heard something that was so far from the truth.

You were too sweet for your own good, that was your only fault. You considered everyone you met a close friend of yours and weren’t afraid to tell them whatever came to your precious mind and made them feel welcome— something that Megumi adored so much about you… So much, and something that made him borderline violent when people berated you for it.

“They just can’t handle it when someone is actually genuine. Like you. And that’s not your fault.”

The shiniest smile grew on your face then, your eyes sparkling and feeling like a million fucking butterflies were fluttering all over your tummy— internally screaming at his words.

“Thank you Gumi…” you spoke softly. “I’m glad at least you don’t see an issue with it.”

“I don’t.” He shook his head. “I don’t at all.”

he loved it.

The rest of your lunch date was spent with Megumi still not letting you steal the greece trinket magnet from the wall, you scolding him for the bags under his eyes, and him buying you two more slices of coffee cake to go no matter how many times you told him it was okay, the both of you gathering your things and going back to his car after a bit for him to drop you off back home.

“I’ll be here in the morning to take you to class.” He said gently, turning the corner and nearing your street.

“What? Isn’t the division series game tomorrow?” You asked, taken aback. “Gumi no just get as much sleep as you can it’s a big day. I can take myself.”

He looked at you boredly.

“No.”

“Guumiii!”

He pulled into your driveway and shifted his gear into park, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a little goofy grin.

“I can take you baby it’s fine,” He pushed gently. “Don’t worry.”

“You’ve been stressed though… And tired.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached over, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he immediately leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your honeyed perfume and letting himself slump into your soft frame.

“Please promise me that after the division series, you’ll rest up like crazy before the league championships.” He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes nearly closing as he sleepily blinked. “Okay?”

“League championships? Didn’t know we already won.” He murmured.

You giggled. “Obviously. You’re my cool baseball man, are you not?”

He tiredly grinned and pressed a sweet sweet kiss to your cheek, him biting down on it after and making you yelp before snickering and pulling away.

“Bye Gumi,” You quickly grabbed a slice of coffee cake and placed it on his leg. “Here eat this on the way home so you don’t fall asleep.”

He chuckled and watched as you grabbed your things, hopped out, and ran across the front of his car, leaning your head in through his open window once you reached him and pressing your soft lips to his, megumi fucking melting at the feeling.

You pulled apart and he pecked you one last time— a series of I love you’s iterated before you backed away and waved excitedly from your front door, him waiting until you were inside to reverse, his engine roaring and his black car shining against the moonlight as he sped down the street.

The next morning you got up around the time that you usually did, showered and did your hair and got ready for class, packed your school bag and made your bed—

But Megumi hadn’t texted you. like at all.

He usually sent you a good morning text, followed by him letting you know when he was leaving the house, followed by when he was on his way, and followed by when he was just down the street and pulling up.

Except you got nothing.

You figured maybe today was just one of those days where he maybe just simply forgot and was already on his way, but as you stood literally outside of your house, gnawing on your thumb and the time coming painfully close to the start of your morning class as you still got nothing from Megumi (even when you had texted him multiple times at this point), you started shitting it.

Just as you were about to run inside to get the keys to your car, your phone buzzed as a picture of you and megumi flashed across the screen.

Megumi!

“Hel—”

“Baby!—” He breathed out, frantic. “Baby I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m coming, okay! I'm down the street—”

“What happened?" You breathed out worriedly, your heart hammering against your chest.

“I overslept!—” He explained quickly. “I’m late to the team’s call time and— and you’re late to class and I— fuck!”

You heard his Horn blare and his tires screech as muffled curses flew from his mouth, you jumping at the noise.

“Sorry sorry someone cut me off, I’m almost there—”

“No Gumi go straight to the stadium you’re late!” You spoke firmly. “I can take myself—”

“No but I wanted to see you before the game—”

“It’s fine we can see each other after the game okay? When you win—” You grabbed your keys from the coffee table by your door and ran out, unlocking your car and getting in. “You’re late baby, so fucking late please turn back this isn’t good coach is gonna chew you out—”

“Shit! I know I know—”

“Go Gumi, hang up it’s okay!”

“Okay.. Fuck okay okay—”

You heard rustling on the other line before he spoke again.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I'll see you after!”

And the line went dead.

You slugged through the rest of your classes as the day felt way fucking longer than it normally did, you desperately just wanting to see Megumi and know that he was okay, that he wasn’t in trouble with his coach and the management team for being over an hour late to the division series call time, you on the verge of literal tears multiple times over him.

Your best friend and you had planned to get ready for the game together and sport your men’s jerseys from the stands— a girl’s night you were agonizingly looking forward to all freaking month, and so so excited that the day was finally here to support and be present for the making of yet another year for the boys’ team.

“And then he hung up. I thought he was gonna get into a wreck man—”

You ran your fingers through your styled hair in your vanity mirror, your best friend readjusting her jersey behind you— ‘Itadori’ in big capital letters on the back.

“Megumi is the most hard headed mean stubborn man I have ever come across in my life.” She searched around in her makeup bag, pulling out her lip liner and reapplying next to you. "I don’t know how many times you told him to sleep and get some rest. and Yuji too! he hasn’t stopped talking about him since the schedule change and now I’m starting to think he’s in love with him.”

You laughed loudly. 

“I know…” You sighed anxiously through your nose, nervous clammy jitters in your chest. “His eye bags have gotten so bad this past week.”

“I think it’s because he’s been practicing over time.”

you stopped.

“What do you mean?”

She looked at you quizzically. “I thought you knew? Yuji told me that the higher ups had a meeting with Megumi and told him that they were expecting him to bring the world series home.” 

She popped the lid back on her lip liner and threw it in her bag. “He practices all night on the field until like four am.”

“What the fuck?” Your eyes narrowed. “He never told me that? He picks me up for my seven am class everyday… That means he’s only been getting what— like two and a half hours of sleep this past week?”

She stopped. He didn’t tell you?”

“No!” You exclaimed. When was this meeting?”

“At the start of last week.”

“Oh my god.” You grumbled.

Why didn’t he tell you?

“That’s fucked up.” She shook her head. “Talk to him about that after, babe… I don’t know why this man didn’t tell you something like that.”

“I would’ve never let him pick me up for class if I knew this was going on…” You gloomily fiddled with the buttons on your jersey. “Or hang out with me after practice.”

And why the hell were the higher ups demanding so much from Megumi? Why were they burning him out with a responsibility so huge as to ensuring the success of the team for the world series? That wasn’t fair to him. that wasn’t fair at all.

Your girl friend hugged you comfortingly.

“It’s fine don’t worry about it okay?… Just talk to him after.”

Once at the stadium, you and your best friend squeezed and pushed through the crowd to get to the V.I.P. section, the both of you sweating and panting over having run across the stadium’s parking lot and the main area, all because your best friend couldn’t decide which way to do her hair, and because you couldn’t decide if you should wear a skirt or jeans.

You ended up choosing for each other and calling it a day.

“Hey! You guys!” 

You both snapped your heads up and you recognized the source of the voice as one of the assistant crew members of the team, jogging up to you guys with two devices in his hands.

“You guys want these radios or are you good? They’re connected to the announcers and have earbuds!”

“Oh I’ll take one! Thank you!” You answered politely, smiling as he passed you and your best friend a radio.

You pushed the earbud into your left ear and sat.

The crowd was buzzing and cheering with excitement, flashes of light shimmering throughout the sold out stadium as many held up posters and signs or bobble heads, you smiling wide every time you spotted a few of Megumi’s face and name. 

The air was warm, and every kind of news reporter, publicist, and journalist was present on the sidelines as they filmed and interviewed several players from the opposing team.

“Let’s play ball!”

The crowed roared, claps and whistles ringing through the air as Yuji walked out from the dugout, the both of you screaming as the rest of the team followed suit, your shoulders evidently relaxing at the sight of Megumi jogging out into position looking absolutely jaw dropping in his clean cut uniform and cap, serious and focused.

As the game ensued, it was no surprise that the boys’ team was absolutely demolishing the opposing players, Megumi doing fucking stellar out on the field as he caught ball after ball with his glove, the announcers commentary certainly helping with explaining the context of the game due to your lack of knowledge, but you trying your hardest anyways to understand on your own.

And finally after a while of switching sides and megumi hitting like a greek god, the teams switched sides what seemed like the final time since it was almost the nine inning, his turn to hit.

“Walking up to base now… Number eighteen— Megumi Fushiguro!”

The crowd went fucking insane as he walked up, you immediately standing and screaming over the railing as he took his position up there— swinging soft faux hits before properly adjusting his footing on the loose dirt, fans waving around their fushiguro banners or his baseball cards as he settled.

The bags under his eyes…

You gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip. His team was so close to moving on to the league championships…

“And the pitcher throws….”

Hit!

“Strike one!”

Megumi screwed his eyes shut and grimaced, shaking his head furiously as he shook the nerves from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

“Oh!” the announcers groaned. “Looks like Megumi Fushiguro missed a hit for the first time in history!”

For the first time?

You whipped your head around to face your girl friend. “For the first time?”

She looked at you with the same terrorized expression. 

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ───────── ୨୧ ──────── 𝜗𝜚 ⋆
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Mika's Notes: Megumi. Please lock in, twin. 😭🙏

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