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Despite the ever busy lives of Jujutsu Tech students, summer bore way for them to laze around and slack just the smallest bit.
Fushiguro, though appearing cold and calculating to most, was no exception. And, despite the stoic expression he wore most days, he secretly loved it.
Perhaps though, this was because lazing around translated to spending time with you. And, “time with you was time well spent,” according to Fushiguro, even if he denied that he’d ever said such a thing whenever you brought it up.
Today was much like any other. You found yourself in Fushiguro’s room, head laid on his lap while scrolling through your phone as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, reading some non-fiction book that you had no interest in. You and Fushiguro often found yourselves in situations like this. The silence was calming, the soft and steady breathes that each of you heard from each other was comforting. You found time spent with each other was easy and pleasant, and it was clear that the two of you enjoyed each others’ presence immensely.
The two of you had a bond that could not easily be replicated or replaced, and it was like an unspoken agreement that it was the two of you against everyone else. You were a pair, though neither of you had outright said it. You didn’t have to. The two knew that you were meant for each other, and that was all you needed.
Fushiguro hummed, reaching one hand forward and patting the top of your head before running his hand through your hair. Letting out a soft sigh, you turned to look at your boy, giving him a soft smile when you noticed his eyes flick from his book to you. Blink and you’d miss it. But you didn’t, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the sudden way his gaze was locked on you.
“Puppy,” Fushiguro started, using a nickname he’d given you a while back, when you’d tried to pet one of his divine dogs. He’d thought you were so cute, excited as a little pup, eyes wide and smile even wider. You felt your cheeks heat up even more at the embarrassing nickname. Fushiguro’s mouth opened to finish his sentence, but before he could start, a series of small knocks rapped against his dorm’s door.
You sat up, whipping your head towards the door, and then looked back at Fushiguro, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Are you expecting anyone?”
He tilted his head in thought for a moment before responding.
“It’s probably just Gojo-Sensei,” he shrugged, returning to his book, right after nodding towards the door.
You stared at him for a second before sighing and realizing he wanted you to answer the door. You shuffled your way over, opening the door to peak out at the uninvited guest.
“Who’s there, puppy?” Fushiguro called out towards you absent-mindedly.
Little did he know, that would be a mistake.
“Who’s Puppy?” A loud voice—Itadori’s—called from the doorway.
“Puppy?” Fushiguro repeated, not realizing who was at the door.
“It’s no one, Gumi—“
Fushiguro’s eyes widened as he watched Itadori and Kugisaki burst through the door and past you, mischievous smiles beaming on their faces.
You looked over at Fushiguro, a small frown settled on your face. You’d thought perhaps his expression might mirror your own, but instead, you were met with a deep blush spread across his face.
“Who’s Puppy?” Kugisaki echoed Itadori.
“Yeah, yeah,” Itadori smiled wider, pointing a finger back and forth between you and Fushiguro.
“And you call him Gumi?” He smiled towards you, “since when?”
Kugisaki nodded in agreement.
“I had no idea you two were so close.”
It’s true, you figured, that you and Fushiguro kept the soft parts of your… friendship? Relationship? Under wraps and away from public eyes. But the two of you preferred that. After all, why should anyone else be witness to the feelings that you two only wanted to show each other? The only person that had an ounce of an idea about what was going on between the both of you was Gojo-sensei, and that was partly due to the fact that he was ridiculously nosy when it came to Fushiguro.
You shuffled your feet a little, feeling a bit antsy. Sparing another glance towards Fushiguro—noting his red face and pissed off expression—you made your way over towards him, sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Fushiguro and I are friends,” you shot a cordial—albeit a bit stiff—smile at Kugisaki and Itadori, “we’ve been friends for a long while. Of course we call each other nicknames.”
“But we’re your friends, too!” Itadori whined, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Yeah. Why don’t we get nicknames like Puppy, Fushiguro?” Kugisaki’s expression was far less innocent than Itadori’s, and it was obvious from the slight smirk on her face that she was trying to pull some reaction from Fushiguro.
“Please,” Fushiguro blanked at the both of them, “like I like either of you enough to give you a nickname.”
A bit of a harsh reaction, you thought, but not so out of character for your… boy friend. Boyfriend? You could tell this little surprise visit was souring his mood, especially since Kugisaki and Itadori wouldn’t drop the subject.
Patting the top of Fushiguro's hand—a small attempt at easing his feelings—you tried to steer the conversation in another direction.
“So,” you gave a weary look toward the other two first-years, “what brings you to Fushiguro’s room?”
“Oh yeah…”
As it turns out, the two of them were bored. That boredom ended up spurring into hours spent in Fushiguro’s room, the three of you talking and fooling around, much to Fushiguro’s annoyance.
By the time that Itadori and Kugisaki were slowly making their way out the door, the sun had long since set.
“Byeeeeee, puppy!,” Itadori drew out, winking at you as you closed the door on him and Kugisaki, who sported a tired expression.
As you as closed the door, you leaned forward, resting your head against it. You blew out a long sigh, socially exhausted by Itadori and Kugisaki’s antics. All you wanted now was to spend a bit more time with your… boy. But, before you could even stand straight, you felt a pair of lanky arms wrap around your midsection from behind. You hummed in contentment, reaching up a hand to run through his hair as he buried his head in your shoulder, inhaling and exhaling in long, drawn out breathes.
“Everything okay, Gumi?”
No response.
The two of you stood like that—perfectly comfortable in each other’s presence—for a while, trying to soak in the feeling of just being near each other.
“Puppy,” Fushiguro murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt, “wanna… um, stay for the night?” His voice got quieter as he asked, a clear sign of embarrassment.
It’s not like you hadn’t slept over before. You and Fushiguro often spent nights in each other’s dorm rooms, more often than not just to be able to have company as you slept. But every time Fushiguro asked, he still got embarrassed. It was cute.
“Mhm,” you hummed in response, leading Fushiguro to his bed.
The both of you untangled from each other, only to get back into bed and tangle back together. Fushiguro had his arms wrapped around you as soon as you were comfortable, and you laid your head against his chest.
This was nice, you thought, the sound of Fushiguro’s heartbeat further calming you down and making you incredibly drowsy.
Yawning, you let your eyes close, and you buried your face in Fushiguro’s chest.
Right before you could drift off, you heard Fushiguro clear his throat, his arms tightening around you a bit.
“You know I love you, puppy?”
You smiled, face still buried in his chest.
“Yeah, it’s nice that you finally said it though.”
You felt Fushiguro kiss your forehead before answering again, with a quiet, “I love you, too.” And then you were out like a light.
Fushiguro didn’t want to ever let you go, he resolved, as he, too, drifted off, a smile small on his usually stoic face.