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Megumi's throat becomes dry as Itadori takes off his wet hoodie. Nobara apologizes awkwardly (or swears (she's kinda hard to read) and sets aside the glass that previously held her soda. She promises to wash the hoodie, and Yuuji only laughs at this, thanking her for her service. They keep talking about something, start giggling and making faces as Fushiguro's world becomes blurred and their voices disappear.
Under his dimensionless hoodies, Yuuji hides a whole starry sky.
Pale freckles run down from his collarbones to arms. Megumi can also see some of them on Itadori's back, which is just a little visible in the neckline of his loose t-shirt. Fushiguro really wants to ask Yuuji to get dressed. His brain somehow becomes hot and cold at the same time, his eyes are breaking as he tries to count the stars on the skin, and his lips are burning at the sudden desire to count these stars in a slightly different way.
Fushiguro wakes up when Nobara's fingers run on Yuuji's shoulder out of curiosity, barely touching pale dots on the skin.
"The sun has kissed you, Itadori", Kugisaki chuckles, raising her eyebrows in amusement. He laughs back at her, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
No one notices how fast the breakfast disappears in Megumi's mouth.
Fortune, a capricious lady, as always smiles at some losers in gambling houses, but not at Fushiguro. He still needs to somehow live and function near Itadori. He shouldn't glue his gaze to Yuuji's freckles as he bows his head, almost falling asleep while watching a movie. He should function. Properly.
And Megumi... Fails this task.
He stutters on his own words when Itadori rolls his sleeves while looking in the cookbook. He misses Maki's hit right into his dumb head. He douses himself with water while Yuuji stands with his back naked and covered in freckles, and Nobara unpacks the shirt she begged him to try on cause she was choosing a gift for sensei or something like that.
"You're such a disaster", Gojo "I've come here to make you suffer" Satoru tells him. He is sprawling on Megumi's bed while the owner of the room rubs all the surfaces with a rag with enviable persistence. Seems like he's trying to get rid of all the things he has seen along with the dust.
"A disaster said".
"Hey! What an unmannerly young man you are!"
"You are the one who mannered me, aren't you?"
"Touche".
The rag continues its journey through the shelves, which were beginning to creak from cleanliness. Or maybe it was the poor fastenings that started to break from humidity?
"Megumi, you will blow a hole in it," Gojo says, looking at the suffering shelves with pity. "Better talk to your favourite sensei, let yourself go. You know you can trust me".
"What do you want to hear?" the rag lands on the floor with a slap. Satoru watches it fall. Well, it was a very brave rag. And looks like the fabric lost the battle with the wood - there was a hole in it.
"Mhm... Your heartfelt rant about your love for Yuuji and his freckles, for example".
And, like a real gossip girl, Satoru leans his head on the palm and pats the bed next to him. Megumi's face spots red. He picks up a rag from the floor and throws it at Gojo.
It hits the Infinity. Satoru grins like a big asshole he is. Fushiguro sighs with anger.
"Even if I like Itadori and his freckles, you have nothing to do with that".
"I am a good dad, and you're my favourite son. I need to give you a few tips, don't you think?"
"I think you should give yourself a few tips on how not to get hit with a spoon from Geto-san".
Satoru groans. Talking to this kid was too difficult, even for someone who could talk for hours without shutting the hell up.
Megumi decides that it's impossible to keep it to himself after a thousand more small breakdowns. And after ten thousand suggestive glances from Gojo. Satoru's also trying to leave him and Yuuji alone as he gets a chance to do this. Fushiguro hates how obvious he is with his feelings for Itadori. Even Nobara sents him a few "I know you are gay for him" gazes after seeing sparkles in Megumi's eyes.
Fushiguro admits it: his own head is all sugar covered in honey. Universe also crumbled some caramel on top of it, then sprinkled vanilla powder and poured a whole bottle of maple syrup all over. That's all Fushiguro Megumi's thoughts as soon as Itadori Yuuji appears before his eyes.
Megumi takes his chance at the common room. It's early morning, so they won't be interrupted. Yuuji is here, sitting on the couch and playing some game on his phone. The only sound in the morning silence is the cyber battle in Itadori's game.
He flinches when Megumi places his hand on his shoulder.
"Good morning", Yuuji immediately distracts from his game, turns off the screen and turns his face to smile at Fushiguro. Such undivided attention burns patterns on Megumi's heart. Does Itadori even know what he is doing to his poor friend?
"Can I tell you something very stupid, Itadori?" he asks softly. Yuuji tilts his head to the side, clearly not understanding how someone as smart as Megumi can tell something stupid.
"Something's wrong?"
He sounds so concerned! It's almost funny, but Megumi's heart stuck in his throat, and he can't even smile properly. Fushiguro has his own sugar grating on his teeth, and it makes all mechanisms in his head clog and sticks together. His ability to think and translate information into coherent sentences sucks so much right now.
Megumi needs to tell Yuuji so much. A whole heartfelt rant about his love for him and his freckles, for example. But...
"The sun kissed you all over."
And the next second,
"I want to kiss you too".
The world does not shutter and explode. Time does not freeze. Megumi counts every passing second. His cheeks become hot and red, and he will burst if Itadori won't move, and...
Yuuji tugs at his elbow, pulling him closer, his dry, hot lips press against the hot skin of Megumi's face. Itadori's eyes are like caramel in Fushiguro's thoughts. And because of it, mechanisms in his mind break a little bit more, trying to grind all this sugar.
Megumi's breath hitches a little as he slides onto the couch, pressing his lips onto hard shoulders. His kisses are soft and warm, fleeting and tickling. Yuuji giggles, running his fingers through dark tousled hair. Fushiguro sighs in strong arms, closing his eyes as he continues to barely touch the starry sky on Itadori's shoulders and neck with his lips.
"Wow"
Megumi pulls himself from Yuuji with a force that could throw his unfortunate lover off the couch. Satoru, standing in the doorway with a spoon in his mouth and yoghurt in his hand, looks as happy as the cat who just eat a full bowl of food. In contrast to him, counting out money from his wallet behind Gojo's back, Suguru doesn't seem to share these emotions.
"Oh... Young love, young love! I'm so proud of you, Megumi, darling!"
"We interrupted them, you idiot. You interrupted them! Why couldn't you just eat your stupid yoghurt and not show off?" Geto almost growls at this point, shoving money into Gojo's outstretched hand.
Fushiguro looks around the room, wondering what to throw at them.
"Good morning, sensei, Geto-san," Yuuji says as if he's not sitting here with his hoodie almost dragged off his shoulders. He doesn't even blush as Megumi's face continues to turn into a deeper shade of red with every passing second.
Suguru waves at them, dragging away Gojo, who is still talking about youth and love and how proud he is. A door slams in the distance.
"Why are you so red, Megumi? You don't feel well?" Itadori asks in concern, reaching out to touch Fushiguro's forehead. "Oh, I can kiss you now, can't I? I really want to-"
Megumi finally finds a pillow and throws it straight at Yuuji's face.