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The historic exorcism of Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, from the body of Yuji Itadori had taken place. It took 48 hours, 3 special grades and all the 1st and 2nd grades to even restrain Sukuna, along with Yuji fighting Sukuna in his own body.
But it had been done. And shit, Yuji was tired from fighting the King of Curses for a year and a half. To the point where all he could manage was a weak smile towards Fushigurou, who was running towards him with a limp, as his legs gave out and he collapsed on the hard floor.
—-
Megumi woke up in a hospital bed. His leg hurt, he had a headache, and he was thirsty. He opened his eyes and looked around until he saw a bored Gojo in the chair next to the bed, scrolling through his phone. Of course he didn’t have any wounds, he’s Satoru fucking Gojo.
“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Gojo said as he closed his phone and smiled at his student.
“Like I got hit by a truck.”
“Well, at least you didn’t literally get hit by one.”
They sat in silence for a couple moments before Gojo got up to get a doctor. The doctor told him that he had a concussion, his leg was broken, and had multiple fractured ribs. Apparently it was a “miracle” those were the only injuries he sustained compared to his colleagues.
“Where’s Itadori?” he asked Gojo once the doctor left.
“Next room over. He’s doing okay, last I checked he was asleep with a pile of pudding cups next to him,” he said.
“Good.”
“You wanna go see him don’t you?”
“...yes.”
“Are you gonna confess to him?”
“I’m going to punch you.”
“You didn’t deny it!” Gojo stood up from his chair and ruffled Megumi’s hair. He swatted his hand away but wheezed in pain due to his ribs.
“I’ll make sure you see him tomorrow, kid.”
—-
Yuji stood outside of Megumi’s door nervously. Gojo told him to meet him after breakfast, saying that Megumi had something important to tell him. How important could it be? Does he not want to be around me anymore? Does he hate me? Sukuna tried to use him and kill everyone of course he hates me.
He was still in his thoughts as the door was opened by Gojo. He didn’t even notice till he grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him in the room, closing the door behind him.
“Hi, Fushiguro.”
“Hey. You can take a seat if you want,” Megumi gestured towards the chair next to him. He nodded and sat down, trying not to fidget too much.
“So, Gojo said you had something important to tell me?” Yuji asked. His leg was bouncing and he started playing with his hands. He didn’t even look at his face.
Megumi was silent for a moment and said “I want you to know that-“
“If you hate me or you don’t ever wanna see me again it’s completely fine,” Yuji interrupted. It was over. Yuji would never see the boy he loved again, if that’s what he wanted.
“God, you’re such a fucking idiot.”
“What?”
“I…love you,” Megumi said. He had a very heavy blush, more comparable to a tomato than a human at this point. He couldn’t look him in the eyes and instead stared at the sling his leg was in.
“Like, like in what way? You love me or do you like, love love me?” Yuji’s hands were clammy as he fidgeted and he could feel himself blush, probably as hard as Megumi at this point.
“Yes, Yuji, I love love you. Romantically,” Megumi felt like fading into oblivion and never being seen again.
“Oh! Then I do too!” Yuji said. Megumi’s face somehow heated up even more as Yuji reached over and took his hand.
“So does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” he asked.
“Yes it does.”
“Sooo...does that mean I can kiss you?” Yuji asked.
Megumi finally laughed, and Yuji did too. He leaned over and kissed Megumi, feeling him smiling into the kiss.
“Finally.”
“Oh, shut up,” Megumi pushed his face away and smiled. Yuji swore he could stare at his smile for months on end.
“I love you, Megumi.”
“I love you too.”