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the sun was setting. itadori watched how the dimming orange illuminated the water of the small fountain he was currently sat on the wall of as he ate a popsicle. a little to his right, fushiguro sat on a bench doing...whatever he does on his phone. itadori watched the angle he held his phone out and chuckled under his breath at the clear attempt to block the sun from burning his eyes. itadori hopped down from the wall and fell into the bench on fushiguro’s right side.
“thank you for coming with me today, fushiguro!” itadori smiled widely. fushiguro only looked his way quickly from the corner of his eye and nodded. “did you have fun?” itadori asked and fushiguro looked up from his phone.
“no, it was all horrible.” itadori made a loud, offended sound, grabbing fushiguro’s arm as he shook him back and forth.
“fushiguro! you’re so mean!” itadori heard the quiet chuckle fushiguro let out and felt himself smile too, staring right at him as he stopped the shaking. “c’mon, there wasn’t one thing you liked?” itadori asked, leaning his head to the side as he stared into fushiguro’s deep and dark blue eyes. itadori continued to stare at them even when the gaze turned away. the orange of the sun shined in the darkness of fushiguro’s eyes and his same coloured eyelashes that lightly feathered out over his cheekbones as his eyes closed slowly and reopened soon after.
“i liked the pet store.” fushiguro said plainly, like it was just something he was reading but itadori watched his eyes turn back to him in hesitance and it knocked the wind out of itadori. all he could do was nod and stare.
had fushiguro always been this…
“i had a feeling you would like it! did you pick up dog treats?” itadori asked in a joke with a wide smile but fushiguro simply nodded.
“yeah, the dog likes them.” itadori turned, his eyes wide and laughter still rolling out.
“wait really?”
“why would i lie about something so pointless?”
“i didn’t think it really liked dog treats!”
“it is a dog…”
“but not like...really.” fushiguro’s brows furrowed.
“itadori, it’s literally a dog.”
“anyway! bring it out here, let’s feed it some treats!” itadori claps and smiles.
“i’ll just do it later.” itadori pouted.
“no, i wanna give it a treat too!” fushiguro rolled his eyes but sat forward. itadori watched fushiguro’s large and calloused hands move into the familiar hand movement with ease as he whispers and the black dog rises from the shadows. fushiguros posture falls (really it's awful nobara and itadori are constantly laughing at him for it) as the dog stares up at him. fushiguro handed the treats from his one bag to itadori, who ripped them open and poured a couple into his palm. he stuck his palm out slowly and let the dog sniff his paw. if itadori didn't know any better, he'd swear this was a regular dog. the treats were quickly gone and itadori smiled, ruffling the dog's head.
“he likes you.” fushiguro says and when itadori looks up fushiguro is staring at him like he has been for a while. the look felt intense, almost so serious but itadori also felt it like the warmth from the sun on his skin. whatever this look meant, it wasn't bad. how could it ever be? when fushiguro had been nothing but kind to him. they joked and fought but at the end of the day, itadori knew fushiguro would be right there with him if he needed help. he could trust fushiguro. so itadori just smiled softly, holding the eye contact as he spoke, quieter than he had been.
“i'm glad, i like him too.” fushiguro nodded slowly, his eyes falling downcast but itadori could not turn away. the sun was lower now, making the grounds of the school almost completely dark but itadori thought it made fushiguro shine.
had fushiguro always been this beautiful? is what itadori wonders.
and as fushiguro rubs the dog’s head as he sends him away again, stands up and looks right at him, saying something about how they should get back to their rooms, itadori realizes the answer is yes. fushiguro has always been this beautiful, kind and a force from which itadori cannot stray away from. someone he wants to make happy and proud. so itadori stands and grabs fushiguro’s wrist lightly before he can begin walking away. fushiguro gives him a wrinkle of his brows.
“what? i’m not sending the dog back out here.” his tone sounds clipped but itadori watches fushiguro’s pale cheeks dust over with a shade of pink that itadori will never forget. itadori just smiles, pulls fushiguro closer by the grasp he has on his wrist. he’s thankful fushiguro isn’t too much taller than him as he only has to tilt his head up slightly. he sees fushiguro’s wide eyes get closer and itadori finally lets his fall shut at the press of fushiguro’s slightly chapped lips that had just been gone over with chapstick. from itadori’s grasp on his wrist, he could feel how tense fushiguro was. itadori broke the kiss and leaned back on the heel of his foot. letting go of his wrist, itadori looked at fushiguro with worry.
“i-i’m sorry fu-” itadori’s sentence is cut off when fushiguro’s hand engulfs itadori’s and drags him back to where he’d been standing before. itadori barely has time to think before. fushiguro kisses him this time. its a kiss of inexperience, itadori can practically feel fushiguro’s nerves and itadori was struggling to contain his smile. itadori would take a million kisses like this with fushiguro. fushiguro pulls back slowly but turns away from itadori, who can’t hold back his smile.
“i guess i’m not sorry then. since you liiiike meeee.” itadori said in a teasing voice, leaning over to meet fushiguro’s eyes. fushiguro pushed him back lightly with a roll of his eyes and turned around, walking towards their rooms. itadori runs up beside him, turning around to walk backwards.
“what are you grinning about?” fushiguro’s question only making itadori grin more.
“i’m just glad you were my first kiss!” fushiguro’s cheeks fell a deep shade of red as he scoffed and turned away. They kept walking in silence, itadori finally turning back around to walk the right way. as they approached fushiguro’s door, fingers reaching out and grasping onto itadori’s make him stop and look over at fushiguro who still isn’t looking at his face, just down at their hands.
“me too.” was all fushiguro said before he walked into his room with a squeeze of itadori’s hand and the door closing. Itadori stood in the hallway for a second, staring at fushiguro’s door before a smile and a blush settled on his face as he went to his own room and fell asleep, having dreams of those dark blue eyes illuminated by the setting sun.