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1.
The first time it happens, Megumi thinks nothing of it.
Yuuji and Nobara were checking over the mission details again, so he had sent his Divine Dogs to scout the area for curses while they all waited in front of the abandoned building.
“What are we even supposed to find?” Nobara grumbles. “There’s no point in coming here if there aren’t any curses to exorcise!”
“Maybe they’re hiding in the building,” Yuuji replies cheerfully.
Nobara scowls at him. “Idiot. We would have sensed them by now. Ugh,” she throws both hands on her hips, “I was going to go shopping with Maki-san today, but now I’m stuck with you two in this dreary-ass place!”
“Well, I’d rather be doing other things too, but I’m not complaining!”
“Ha! Like what? Rewatching your whole collection of Jennifer Lawrence films that you’ve seen like a gazillion times?”
“Hey, those movies are great! And Jennifer is great!”
Megumi tunes them out as Nobara rants about “time that could be better spent doing other things” amidst Yuuji’s loyal defense of his beloved idol. He sighs. It’s not like he wanted to be here either.
A blur of black and white rounds the corner and Megumi’s twin wolves skid to a stop right in front of him, tails wagging to and fro as they pant excitedly.
“Oh! They’re back!” Yuuji shouts, ignoring Nobara’s tirade in favor of walking over to Megumi and his dogs, arms open wide. “Awww, come here buddy!”
Both Shikigami’s tails start wagging even faster and they yip delightedly in response. Normally, Megumi wouldn’t mind Yuuji showering his dogs with hugs and affection, but this time he stops them before they can bound towards Yuuji, holding out both hands with his palms facing up.
His wolves obediently raise a paw each to put into his hand, and Megumi carefully inspects the wispy strands of residuals swirling around their limbs.
“Looks like there’s still a trail that we can follow,” Megumi affirms.
“Cute,” a voice mutters to his left.
Megumi startles and looks up at Yuuji, who doesn’t seem at all phased about what he just said, and instead crouches down next to Megumi to pat the black wolf’s head.
“You guys are so cute.”
Ah. Yuuji must have been talking about his Shikigami. Megumi can’t understand why Yuuji’s so fascinated with them. They’re made from shadows after all, so if Yuuji wanted cute animals to cuddle with, adopting a real dog seemed more worthwhile and rewarding.
Nobara snorts as she walks up behind them. “Let’s hurry and follow the trail then. If we finish early I might still have time to go on that shopping date.”
2.
Megumi wouldn’t say he’s a morning person, but he doesn’t think he’s all that bad compared to others.
Gojo would disagree though.
“You’re so not cute in the mornings, Megumi,” Gojo tells him, lips curled into a playful grin. “You should work on that grouchy frown of yours. Wouldn’t want to scare away your future partner, right?”
Megumi shakes his sensei’s annoying face out of his head. Easy enough for him to say, Megumi thinks. Mortal gods born with flawless faces wouldn’t understand the inconveniences of tired, dark eye shadows or strained facial muscles due to a restless night of sleep.
Not that Megumi has trouble sleeping all the time, but there are some nights when the anxiety hits him especially hard. What if Tsumiki-neechan never wakes up? What if I’m not strong enough again, and I lose another friend? What am I even doing pretending to be a jujutsu sorcerer?
Over the years he’s managed to tame these random thoughts that run wild in his head at times, but they’ve never really left.
He’s taken to reading non-fiction books until he falls asleep, to occupy his brain with facts and truths that can ground him and prevent his mind from wandering into dark places.
It works pretty well, he’d say. Megumi wakes up the next morning with his volume on marine biology still splayed open next to him on his bed. He slots a bookmark between the pages and places it on his bedside table before making his way to the restroom to wash up.
They hadn’t been assigned any missions today, and there weren’t any classes since it was the weekend, but Yuuji and Nobara were still waiting outside his room when he walked out.
“Oh my god, Gojo-sensei was right. You do look like a mess in the mornings,” Nobara crows, wiping away tears of mirth from her eyes. “That bedhead is legendary!”
Megumi sighs and brushes a hand over his unruly strands of hair. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere today,” he defends. “I’ll be back in my room once I finish breakfast.”
“I think it’s pretty cute.”
Megumi freezes. Nobara turns to stare disbelievingly at Yuuji. “You think it’s cute?”
“Yeah,” Yuuji says with a grin. “He looks like a porcupine.”
“Porcupine,” Megumi repeats dumbly.
“How is that cute?!” Nobara yells.
“It’s not?” Yuuji asks.
“No! Porcupines aren’t cute!”
“Yes they are! All animals are cute. Especially baby animals.”
“Um. No they’re not? And you didn’t specify a baby porcupine!”
Megumi wants to sink into the floor right about now. His face feels like it’s on fire.
“What’s going on over here?” a familiar voice cuts in, and Gojo materializes out of nowhere to sling an arm around Megumi’s shoulders.
“Gojo-sensei!” Yuuji greets. “We were talking about how Fushiguro’s hair looks like a porcupine!”
“Oho, that’s hilarious,” Gojo smirks. Megumi glares at him. Their sensei had probably overheard them and already knew what they were talking about. He just wanted to drop in to make Megumi’s life even more miserable, it seems. “I’ve always thought it looked like a sea urchin.”
And there it was.
“Woah, that’s so true.” Yuuji turns to stare at him with wide, curious eyes while Nobara cackles in the background.
“Whatever,” Megumi grumbles. He shakes off Gojo’s arm and starts making his way to the dining hall, hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched.
He hears the footsteps of his fellow classmates and teacher follow after him as they walk down the hall, chatting about other comparisons to his hair. Megumi vows to send Gojo flying with Nue the next time their sensei tries to spout unnecessary details about Megumi’s life, infinity be damned.
3.
Yuuji’s never really been fazed by a lot of things in life. When he scraped his knees after falling on the playground as a child, he hadn’t even teared up. The movies that his classmates deemed scary were boring to him. Even when Yuuji first learned about curses and had to face one that night that his grandpa passed away, he hadn’t felt anxious at all once he made up his mind to save his friends.
His inhuman physical strength and his sense of detachment when it came to certain situations in life made him somewhat notorious in his old school, and while a bunch of his peers praised him for his prowess in sports, Yuuji’s also noticed the uneasy, hushed whispers that surrounded him from time to time.
Even so, he’d never really been bothered much by what others thought of him.
Suffice to say, Yuuji is usually the one surprising other people, but at this moment, he thinks that he’s never been as intrigued by anything in his life before.
“What are they even doing?” Nobara scoffs as she and Yuuji watch Gojo brandish what looked like a maid costume and cat ears menacingly at Megumi.
When Yuuji gives her a helpless look, Nobara turns to Maki. “Do you know what’s going on, Maki-san?”
The three second-years had also been in the room with them since the whole Gojo-threatening-Megumi-with-his-souvenir fiasco started, but none of them had batted an eyelash.
“Oh, they’re just going about their usual routine after Satoru comes back from a mission,” Maki replies, waving a hand in indifference. “If he’s not buying sweets, Satoru usually brings back whatever weird shit that catches his eye.”
“Right,” Nobara responds slowly, turning back just in time to see Gojo succeed in planting the cat ears on their classmate’s head as Megumi hisses, not unlike a real cat itself.
Yuuji feels a smile pull at his face.
He’d been surprised when Gojo told him that Megumi had been the one to ask his life to be spared after he had eaten the finger. It’s not like Megumi had known him all that long, but the other had still vouched for him even after previously stating that Yuuji should be exorcised as a curse.
Yuuji knows how powerful Gojo is, especially after witnessing the showdown between his sensei and that creepy volcano-head curse, and taking into account how he managed to convince the Council of Elders to let him live for a bit longer when he can just as easily snap Yuuji’s neck and be done with it.
So it means a lot that Megumi requested for Gojo to save Yuuji, and that Gojo listened.
Yuuji’s been spending a lot of time around them, being trained by Gojo as well as being classmates with Megumi, so he picks up on certain aspects of their personalities that might not be as obvious to others at first glance.
Gojo doesn’t seem to treat Megumi any differently than the rest of the students, and Megumi largely keeps to himself and doesn’t voluntarily seek out their sensei, but there’s a familiarity to their interactions that suggest they’ve known each other for years. There’s also the little things that Yuuji notices, like how Gojo knows what to order for Megumi when their team goes out to eat after completing a mission, how in tune he is with Megumi’s moods that he can jokingly warn Yuuji and Nobara to watch out because Megumi was extra sulky that day, and maybe because of the fact that Gojo doesn’t seem to go out his way to instruct Megumi like he sometimes does with Yuuji and Nobara, as if he trusts that Megumi knows how to handle himself.
“C’mon, Me-gu-mi,” Gojo sing-songs, waving the maid outfit out in front of him. “There’s no shame in men wearing dresses or skirts. Stop being such a spoilsport.”
“Konbu,” Inumaki agrees, nodding his head sagely.
“Yeah, we’ve all tried out the women’s uniform before,” Panda adds on.
Nobara’s expression instantly darkens and she marches over to scream at them about how she’d pound them to a pulp if they ever dared steal her - or Maki-san’s - uniform again.
“But you already did that, Nobara-chan,” Panda whimpers.
“And I’ll do it again!” Nobara screeches, whipping out her hammer.
In between all the ruckus, Megumi slinks out of the group’s midst and comes over to where Yuuji and Maki are sitting on the couch.
“I’m going back to my room,” Megumi mutters, grabbing his school jacket off the couch’s armrest.
“But you didn’t even try the maid outfit on,” Maki teases. Megumi glares at her.
“I wanted to see you wear it too,” Yuuji says earnestly, and watches in fascination at the slow flush that spreads across Megumi’s face.
“W-Well, I-,” Megumi stutters.
“It’s okay, Fushiguro! You’re probably really tired after all the training we did today. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“R-Right. Yeah.” Megumi clears his throat. “Uh, good night, Itadori,” he mumbles, and then turns to walk down the hallway to his room.
“Good night, Fushiguro!”
“Where’s my good night, you brat?” Maki shouts after him. “Geez, he acts like a petulant child whenever he’s irritated.”
“Really? I think he’s more like a grumpy cat,” Yuuji responds, and then pauses, mind flashing back to the way Megumi had hissed at Gojo and batted away the maid outfit with his hands. “A cute, grumpy cat.”
“Is that so?” Gojo suddenly appears right in front of them, blindfold off and snow-white hair framing his face like strands of spun silk.
Maki had gone quiet beside him as well, and between her calculative stare and the knowing look in Gojo’s endless blue eyes, Yuuji felt very exposed.
“Um... yeah? Fushiguro’s like a stray cat you want to befriend, and he’s only prickly when you try to pet him too much or take too many pictures. It’s kinda endearing,” Yuuji blabbers. He doesn’t know why he feels the urge to defend himself.
“Wow. You’re really straightforward, aren’t you, Itadori,” Maki comments.
“Huh? Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?”
“Nope, you’re good,” Gojo chuckles, and then winks. “Keep an eye on that stray cat of ours for us, Yuuji.”
4.
Yuuji groans and slams his head onto the table, startling Megumi out of his concentration.
“...Are you okay?” Megumi asks after a minute in which Yuuji doesn’t move from where his head’s buried face-down in his notes.
“Mmrrgh,” Yuuji replies, not bothering to lift his head.
Megumi blinks at him, then sighs, noting the page he is currently on in his novel before putting it aside. “Do you want any help?”
“Please,” Yuuji’s head snaps up and he rounds his eyes into the best version of puppy-dog eyes he can make.
Megumi snorts. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” He takes the crumpled sheet of papers in front of Yuuji and scans over its contents.
“I don’t understand this at all,” Yuuji whines. “How do you have such good grades, Fushiguro?”
“I don’t. I’m a pretty average student, actually.”
“No way!” Yuuji exclaims. He crosses both arms on the mini table they have set up in the middle of Megumi’s room and rests his chin on top of them, humming contemplatively. “Even if you are, you’re still pretty amazing, Fushiguro.”
Megumi’s cheeks color a bit at how easily the compliment seems to slip out of Yuuji’s mouth, and he raises the homework sheets a little higher to hide his face.
“Which question are you looking at?” Yuuji’s suddenly peering right over the top of papers Megumi is holding up, close enough that tufts of soft, pink hair brush against Megumi’s forehead.
When Megumi doesn’t respond, Yuuji looks up to stare at him, and Megumi’s brain fizzles and sputters until all he can focus on are the gold flecks scattered in Yuuji’s light brown eyes. It feels like he’s held his breath for a whole ten seconds before Yuuji smiles serenely and plops back onto his cushion on the floor.
“I’m ready for you to teach me whenever, sensei!” Yuuji mock salutes.
“Cut it out,” Megumi grumbles. He wants to be annoyed, but Yuuji’s laughing all bubbly with his eyes crinkled and shoulders shaking and Megumi is so, so weak.
When he’s finally looked over all the questions that Yuuji had left blank, Megumi scoots closer toward Yuuji’s side of the table and starts explaining as best as he can how he got the answers, making sure to pause and wait for Yuuji’s nod to continue and repeating any explanation that the other boy hadn’t understood the first time.
He leaves Yuuji to mull over everything on his own afterward and picks up his novel again, settling back onto his cushion to continue where he left off. It’s quiet for a while, and Megumi lets himself get absorbed into reading about wizards and witches and magic, and a boy with a prophecy.
Megumi’s about halfway down a page when he feels eyes on him, prickling his skin and setting his nerves tingling. The gaze is intense, but not unnerving, and Megumi is relieved to find that when he glances up, it’s Yuuji’s hazel eyes that are trained on his face rather than a deep, blood-red.
Before Megumi can open his mouth to say anything, Yuuji’s expression relaxes into a grin. “Is your book not interesting?”
“...What?” Megumi says.
“Your book. When you’re reading something that you don’t really like, you tend to chew on your lip a lot.”
Megumi gapes at him. “I don’t- ...what?” he wants to protest, but then he registers the stinging sensation on his bottom lip from how he’d been biting on it for the past few minutes.
Yuuji laughs. “You have other habits too! Like when you read something you do like, you mouth the words to yourself silently.”
“You… why would you notice these things, idiot,” Megumi splutters, face warming at an alarming rate. He knew he should’ve just done his other homework instead of reading. But the second years kept nagging him about how he lives under a rock and is ignorant when it comes to having cultured tastes in books.
“How could you not know this series, Megumi?” Panda shakes his head in mock disappointment.
“Tuna mayo.” Even Inumaki was looking at him with pitying eyes.
“I have to say, I’m not big on all that fantasy stuff, but I at least know about it,” Maki adds nonchalantly as she shines the blade on her cursed weapon.
“Here, just try it out,” Yuuta smiles at him, holding out the book for Megumi to take. “If you end up liking it, just ask me for the next one, I have the whole series.”
Megumi honestly wouldn’t have bothered if Yuuta hadn’t encouraged him to read it. He trusts his senpai’s judgement, even if he prefers non-fiction. So far the story’s plot and the setting were intriguing enough for him to get to the fourth book, but Yuuji was right. He’d begun to get a little frustrated when they introduced dragons and more romance.
“I’m guessing it’s not the genre you like, huh,” Yuuji hums. “You’ve been wrinkling your nose at some points while you were reading too.”
“S-Shouldn’t you be focusing on your own work?” Megumi groans, leaning his head back to rest on his bed behind him and slapping the book over his face. He curses the low collar of the shirt he’s wearing since it probably isn’t doing anything to hide the heat spreading to his neck.
“Aw, you don’t need to be embarrassed, Fushiguro!”
Megumi peeks out from under the book covering his face, still trying in vain to will the redness in his cheeks away, and sees Yuuji grinning at him, hand on his chin and eyes shining playfully.
“It’s adorable.”
Megumi swears he glimpses Yuuji’s smile turning into a smirk right before he chucks a pillow at him.
5.
“Have I ever told you how cute you are?”
Yes, and I’m never prepared for it, Megumi thinks, curling in on himself even further to hide the erratic thumping of his heart. Yuuji’s arms circle around his waist, and a chin comes to rest on his shoulder.
They’re sitting under a tree in the grassy field outside their school, golden leaves swirling down from the branches above them. Megumi had been there since this morning reading the newest book he had bought, having declined the second-years’ offer to take the first-years out to explore Tokyo. He figured his two classmates would be ecstatic at the prospect since they were still pretty new to the area, but Yuuji had broken away from the group the moment he spotted Megumi and waved goodbye to Nobara and their seniors as they left the school gates.
He hadn’t asked Yuuji why he wasn’t going with the others, and Yuuji hadn’t offered an explanation. But the moment he settled down, Yuuji had gently pulled Megumi onto his lap. Megumi hadn’t minded - they’d been growing more comfortable in each other’s presence lately, enough to exchange casual touches with no awkwardness on either side. Neither he nor Yuuji had talked about what the current status of their relationship was, but for now, Megumi was fine with just spending time with the other boy.
So that’s where they were now, with Megumi peacefully reading his book and Yuuji cuddling him from behind.
Yuuji had been quiet up until this point, so when he spoke, Megumi had startled a bit, brain unhelpfully noting the close proximity of Yuuji’s mouth next to his ear.
“On a couple of occasions,” Megumi finally replies, sinking even further into Yuuji’s arms. He’s a couple inches taller than the other boy, but he feels so small in Yuuji’s warm embrace.
“Only a couple?” Yuuji chuckles. “Guess I have to say it more, then.”
Megumi doesn’t respond, too busy trying to make sure his heart doesn’t beat its way out of his chest.
“You okay, Fushiguro? You’re really red.”
“Whose fault is that?” Megumi snaps, though his tone comes out shaky and sounding more fond than irritable.
Yuuji grins. “Are you shy? But I’ve been hugging you this whole time!”
“That’s- That’s because I was reading...” Megumi turns his head to the side so Yuuji can’t see the redness creeping over his face.
“Huh,” Yuuji says. “So you were too busy reading to even be embarrassed?”
Megumi yelps when he’s suddenly lifted up only to be maneuvered so that he’s lying down on his back over Yuuji’s lap with his head on Yuuji’s thigh.
“There, now you can’t hide from me.” Yuuji smiles brightly down at him, eyes twinkling with mirth.
Megumi’s going to die of heart failure even before he reaches his twenties. He swears the rate that his heart is palpitating in his chest at the moment is not normal for any human being. Megumi wants to move, to get as far away as possible from Yuuji so that maybe his pulse will calm the fuck down, but Yuuji’s hand on his hip is steady and firm, and the other hand tenderly combing through his hair is making all his limbs feel like jelly, so he probably wouldn’t even be able to run away if he tried.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Yuuji muses to himself. “You’re really cute when you eat, Fushiguro. Especially when you’re half-asleep and taking these super tiny bites of your food. And you’re totally not good at taking compliments unless people are being direct, are you? Kugisaki says it pisses her off, but I think it’s charming. Oh- and you’re cute when you’re angry too! It’s so obvious that you try not to show it, but we can tell because-”
Megumi surges up to clap a hand of Yuuji’s mouth. His face is definitely on fire now, and every time he tries to think of something to say, the words and meanings all jumble together into an incoherent mess. He feels Yuuji’s soft lips stretching into a smile and hastily retracts his hand, but Yuuji catches it and brings it back to his lips to kiss his knuckles. Megumi just stares at him, dazed.
Yuuji laughs softly, snaking an hand securely around Megumi’s waist while he laces their fingers together with the other. “Sorry, sorry, I just couldn’t help it,” he says, leaning up to press their foreheads together. “You’re too adorable when you’re flustered, Megumi.”
+1.
Ever since that whole incident under the tree, Megumi had felt extra off balance whenever he was around Yuuji. It’s not like Yuuji’s acting any different than before - he still makes offhand compliments to Megumi sometimes, but now it’s more of Megumi’s problem in that he can’t control his reactions.
He’s never felt so frustrated with himself, barring the time he couldn’t do anything when Tsumiki fell into a perpetual slumber.
Yuuji’s probably noticed the change in Megumi as well, with how utterly obvious he’s being.
“Hey, Fushiguro!” Yuuji walks up to him as he’s finishing off his morning cup of coffee. “Woah, that’s a cool shirt you’re wearing.”
“...Thanks,” Megumi mutters. He can feel his face turning pink, even as he admonishes himself, he was complimenting the shirt, not you. “I have stuff to do, see you later, Itadori.” He ignores Yuuji’s surprised “wait!” and speed-walks out of the dining hall.
On another day after class, Yuuji’s hovering over Megumi’s desk rambling about the upcoming movies that he wants to see when he suddenly stops, leaning closer to peer at Megumi’s notebook. “Did you draw that?” he says, eyes fixed on the tiny doodles of the Divine Dogs that Megumi had drawn to stave off the boredom of the lecture. “That’s so cute.”
Megumi’s heart skips a beat. “Uh, yeah, r-right,” he answers. “Sorry, I just remembered I needed to go see Ieiri-san.”
He quickly gathers up his things, guilt welling up in his chest when Yuuji fixes him with a worried frown. “Are you feeling sick?”
“No, I- yes. A little,” Megumi lies, and bolts out of the room.
During a combat training session a few days later, Megumi manages to evade Maki’s cursed weapon and use the force of his own dagger’s spin to disarm her. Maki deems that a pass and calls Nobara up next, and Megumi makes his way to where the others were watching.
“That was amazing, Fushiguro!” Yuji calls to him, arms waving excitedly in the air and a giant beam on his face.
Megumi hopes the red flush spreading over his whole face and neck can be passed off as the exertion from sparring. “I… I’m going to go get a drink,” he says, and veers off toward the vending machines.
Yuuji doesn’t bring it up, but Megumi knows he’s aware that Megumi is avoiding him. Shame courses through him every time he catches sight of the hurt look on Yuuji’s face after Megumi makes up an excuse to escape. But Yuuji’s always been a straightforward person, so Megumi isn’t surprised at the knock on his door one night as he’s preparing to go to bed.
“Hey… Fushiguro? Are you still awake?”
Megumi’s heart sinks. He can’t keep avoiding his classmate forever, and he can’t keep hurting Yuuji either.
“Yes?” He opens the door.
“Hey,” Yuuji smiles. His eyes are as kind as they always are as he looks at Megumi, and Megumi’s lungs constrict in his chest. “Feels like I haven’t talked to you in a while.”
“...Yeah. Sorry about that.” Megumi sighs and pulls the door open a little wider. “Do you...want to come in?”
Yuuji nods and steps into the room with him, and Megumi expects a confrontation the moment he’s closed the door behind him, but Yuuji just stands in the center of the room, head downturned and looking away. Of course, Megumi berates himself, you’ve been ignoring him this whole week, so no wonder he’s keeping his distance. Megumi knows this, and yet it still stings. He keeps his gaze on the floor, an awkward silence filling the space between them. It’s suffocating.
“Fushiguro.”
Yuuji finally speaks after a while, and Megumi looks up into clear, hazel eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Megumi’s eyes widen. “What… What are you sorry for?”
“Just...if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry about that,” Yuuji says earnestly. He takes a step forward in Megumi’s direction, but then stops himself, looking distressed. “I know you keep to yourself a lot, and you don’t really tell me or Kugisaki much about you- and, maybe you’re just shy whenever I complimented you, but I thought you secretly liked it, but then you started avoiding me and I thought maybe I was wrong and I actually freaked you out, but-”
“You didn’t.”
Yuuji blinks at him. “I didn’t?”
“No,” Megumi says, sagging against the door. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Itadori. I… I actually,” his cheeks flush, “really enjoy your compliments.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Megumi digs his fingers into the sleeves of his loose grey sweater. “So you don’t-”
“That’s great then!”
“...Huh?” Megumi raises his head and is met with Yuuji’s dazzling smile.
“I’m glad,” Yuuji lets out a big sigh of relief, both hands on his hips. “I didn’t wanna scare you away, Fushiguro.”
You won’t ever need to worry about that, Megumi thinks. He still hasn’t figured out how he’s going to deal with handling Yuuji’s compliments in the future without blushing to the tips of his ears or having his pulse race abnormally fast, but he’ll bear it somehow.
“You know, I was also wondering,” Yuuji speaks up, and Megumi shivers at the sudden shift in tone. Yuuji stalks toward him, and Megumi can only stand there, heart racing and back pressed against the door. “If you just have a thing for being praised,” Yuuji stops with just a few inches between them, “Do you,” reaching out to take Megumi’s hand, “Megumi?”
The sultry voice is making Megumi’s head spin, along with the fingers tracing a sensual path across the back of his hand, but Yuuji’s hazel eyes are soft and questioning when he meets them. Megumi gulps and interlaces his hand with Yuuji’s while the other one comes up to clutch at the fabric of Yuuji’s hoodie. He buries his head into the crook of Yuuji’s neck and gives a small nod, body feeling like it’s burning all over.
Yuuji laughs quietly next to his ear, breath gently hitting his heated skin. “You turn this really pretty shade of pink when you’re embarrassed, Megumi. It’s incredibly cute.”
Megumi whines softly and pushes away from Yuuji to glare at him, cheeks flushed and long lashes fluttering as he huffs irritably. “You’re still calling me that?”
He expects a teasing remark, but Yuuji just stares at him for a moment before hugging him closer, arm sliding around his slim torso and head dropping to rest on his shoulder.
Megumi startles and slips a hand hesitantly over the back of Yuuji’s head, carding his fingers gently over the tufts of black hair at the nape. “Yuuji?”
At the sound of his name, Yuuji’s arms tighten around Megumi’s waist. “I take it back,” Yuuji mumbles against Megumi’s sweater. He lifts his head, revealing the rosy tint on his cheeks and the dark smoulder of his eyes that has Megumi’s heart stuttering in his chest. “I always think you’re cute,” Yuuji whispers, leaning in so that their lips brush just barely. Megumi trembles in his grasp, heat thrumming over his skin as Yuuji raises a hand to cup his flushed face. “But you looked really sexy just now.”
Their lips meet softly, carefully, like a caress. Megumi had been prepared for searing intensity, but he definitely wouldn’t have lasted considering how this chaste kiss already has him gripping feverishly at Yuuji’s hoodie. He lets out a little gasp when Yuuji’s tongue swipes across the seam of his lips, mouth parting involuntarily. Yuuji kisses him like he wants to imprint the taste of Megumi into his memory.
They break away only when the need for air forces them apart, and Megumi would have collapsed to the floor if not for Yuuji’s arms holding him up, cradling him gently to his chest.
“Wow,” Yuuji says breathlessly.
“Oh my god,” Megumi complains, pressing his face into Yuuji’s neck, “Please don’t just say that after you kissed the living daylights out of me.”
It speaks to how utterly whipped Megumi is that he doesn’t even feel the slightest bit annoyed when Yuuji bursts into laughter, the pleasant sound enveloping him like the warm rays of the sun.