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Megumi is in the dorm kitchen when the clock on the microwave reads 12:00am. The freshman trio had gotten back late from a mission, and while everyone else headed to sleep, Megumi didn’t want to bother anyone to ask for help patching up his scratches. He had brought the first aid kit from under the sink to the small table at the back of the room and tried to be quick about bandaging so he could sleep. The full moon shone through the window and illuminated the table. Megumi didn’t bother to turn on the kitchen lights since his eyes were sensitive from being up so late.
His neck hurt from craning it so far back to place the occasional band aid at the back of his shoulder, or stretching his arm to disinfect his cuts. The bandaging was loose and dangling from his arm. It was hard enough to wrap his wounds with one hand, but when you couldn’t see the back of your arm, it made it significantly harder.
Placing an alcohol soaked cotton ball on a particularly nasty scratch prompted Megumi to suck in a quick breath. Letting out a sigh, Megumi hunches his back as he leans back into the stiff wooden chair. Resting his eyes, Megumi places the cotton ball back on the table and rubs his face with his now free hands. He was trying to be mostly quiet as to not to disturb anyone else, or maybe because causing too much of a ruckus at midnight didn’t feel like a good idea.
He contemplates just messily slapping some bandaids on his arms, stealing Kugisaki’s last piece of chocolate cake from the fridge and just going to bed. He knows he would regret it in the morning with both agitated cuts, and Kugisaki yelling at him when he wakes up.
Megumi pays no mind to the light thumping of footsteps echoing on the wood flooring until they seem to be getting closer. At first he thinks that it might be Gojo walking by like he usually does in the late hours, but Megumi doesn't expect the familiar humming of Itadori to enter the room.
Craning his head towards the door, he locks eyes with Itadori, who in turn seems surprised to find anyone in the kitchen this late at night. Itadori is wearing grey sweatpants, and a dark blue hoodie with a battered logo of a college Megumi doesn't recognize.
Megumi knows he must look like shit the way Itadori’s brows draw together and his eyes soften in a look that a wounded kitten might warrant getting.
“Fushiguro you look…” Itadori starts.
“Like shit, I know.” Megumi rasps, surprised by the roughness of his voice. That gets a soft snicker out of the other.
Itadori walks towards the table and swings a chair around to sit on it backwards, elbows resting on the back of it. “What are you doing? Your bandages are all loose.” He points out.
Megumi sighs softly, tugging lighting at his bandages until they unfurl and crumple in his lap. “I got some cuts earlier when fighting that curse, I was trying to patch them up.” Itadori hums in response, taking in the sight of Megumi’s poor patch work.
“Why didn’t you tell Gojo sensei? Or me or Kugisaki?”
Megumi looks away. “I didn’t want to bother you guys. It’s not like I can’t move my arm or anything. It's not a big deal.” He mumbles. Megumi was never one to ask for help when he knew he didn’t need it. Even when he and his sister lived together, he always tended to be more of a lone wolf, prone to take on problems or challenges on his own. Although Megumi knew when he needed help—he wasn’t stubborn, he just knew when he could work things out for himself.
Itadori moves the chair around and sits so that his knees just graze Megumi’s thigh. “Give it here and turn around. I can’t let my friend suffer with poor bandaging all by himself.” He jokes. Megumi hands him the alcohol soaked cotton ball and Itadori carefully pushes the sleeve of his sweatshirt up higher. They both reposition themselves so that Megumi’s left leg is in between both of Itadoris, both of their thighs barely touching.
Itadori’s eyes are trained on the cuts as he meticulously repositions and smoothes out the few band aids littered on Megumi’s arm. Biting his tongue so that he doesn’t make any weird sounds, Megumi looks away from Itadori and opts to look outside the window at the moon. The close proximity was already making him a bit nervous, but the quiet air and the moon’s rays illuminating Itadori’s features made Megumi’s breath hitch.
Minutes go by as Itadori finishes bandaging his arms nice and proper. “Alright I think that does it—oh? You have a cut by your eyebrow.” Itadori moves his head to get a better view as Megumi’s hand flies up to feel around his temple on instinct. His fingers encircle the jagged skin before his hand is grabbed.
“Don’t touch it!” Itadori pouts slightly. “We have to disinfect it before it gets all gross.” He mumbled, his voice notably lower from being so close to the other’s face.
Itadori gently pushes aside Megumi’s bangs as he rests his finger on his face with a feather touch. Gently pressing the cotton ball to the cut, Megumi tries to look anywhere but at the other’s face. He gives up and just shuts his eyes, hoping that his face is a normal color.
Five seconds feel like five minutes as Itadori continues to work. Megumi can feel the soft tufs of breath on cheek and his senses are more hyper aware than ever. Megumi’s heart is thumping in his chest so hard that he’s sure it could register as a 7.0 magnitude earthquake. He prays to whatever god that Itadori doesn’t hear it.
Itadori pulls back and lets Megumi’s bangs fall as he rummages through the first aid kit for something. Megumi blinks his eyes open just as he pulls out two smaller band aids. “Alright, there’s only two of the smaller band aids, so do you want spider man or my little pony—oh I think this one is rainbow dash.” Itadori smiles brightly.
Megumi raises his brow. “Just use the normal ones.”
“Can't. They're too big for your face and these are the only ones left.” He sticks his lip out in a pout, obviously enjoying this.
Huffing out a breath, Megumi closes his eyes again. “Just pick whichever, I don’t care.” He could practically feel the excitement radiate off of Itadori as he probably picks the my little pony one.
Itadori moves Megumi’s bangs out of the way once more before carefully smoothing out the band aid on his temple. His fingers were warm and the heat radiated through the material in a way that Megumi found himself leaning into. He keeps his eyes closed as he feels Itadori’s fingers halt. Megumi doesn’t know what’s going on since he doesn't hear any shuffling, and he can feel how close the other is.
Slowly peeling his eyes open, Megumi finds Itadori staring at him. He’s never looked at his face this close before and he can see things he’s never noticed before. A beauty mark just below his left eye, a scar under his jawline. Megumi is sure that Itadori can see his eyes searching all over his face, but he doesn’t care. And then, Itadori leans in, Megumi slowly shuts his eyes as Itadori tilts his head.
And they're kissing.
Itadori’s lips are so soft. Fuck, they’re so soft and Megumi wants nothing more than to kiss them until they’re bruised. Itadori’s hands run down his face to cup his jaw, which fits perfectly in his palms. Thumbs slowly stroke his cheeks as Megumi’s own hands settle on the other’s knees, fingers firmly latching on.
Soft sighs of satisfaction fill the quiet undisturbed air as Megumi bites back any heated sounds. Itadori pulls Megumi’s face impossibly closer and their noses bump as Itadori tilts his head the other way—but they didn’t care.
Megumi opens his mouth slightly as he takes Itadori’s bottom lip between his own, sucking slightly as Itadori lets out a short whine. Megumi takes the abused lip between his teeth and nibbles, and god, the soft whimpers and pants that Itadori makes is making his head spin. Megumi cracks one eye open and is mezmorized. The moon’s rays highlight Itadori’s features in a way that greek gods would envy. His lashes were spread out on his cheeks and Megumi had to shut his eye before he fell any deeper.
He lets go of his bottom lip before Megumi catches Itadori’s lips once again, hands running up to Itadori’s shoulders to keep him balanced. He can feel the corners of Itadori’s mouth turn up as he smiles into the kiss. They finally break apart, panting slightly from the lack of air and Itadori is smiling brightly. Megumi pouts as Itadori’s shoulders shake lightly as he starts to laugh.
“What’s funny.” He said low, lips still ghosting over the others.
“We’re kissing, and you have a rainbow dash band aid on your face.” Itadori struggles to keep his giggling quiet. “It’s like it's watching me.” Megumi pulls Itadori by the collar of his hoodie and he watches his eyes change from surprise to amusement.
“Just keep your eyes closed and kiss me again.”