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There’s an itch on your nose. It’s not overwhelming, but it is enough to be bothersome. It’s there just enough that you know you won’t be able to ignore it until it goes away. You scrunch up your nose in an attempt to relieve the itch with absolutely no success. If anything, you just made it itchier.
“Yuu?”
“Hm?”
Yuuji doesn’t look up at you, completely concentrated on the task at hand. His hand holds your own in place as he attempts to do his best at painting your nails.
Yuuji bet Megumi that the hand he’d complete would turn out better than the latter’s. At the time, Megumi acted like he didn’t care, but both you and Yuuji know that he took him up on the challenge. Childish, but you don’t mind at all. Not when they’re trying so hard to paint your nails nicely.
“Can you scratch my nose? I have an itch.”
Yuuji’s eyes dart up to meet yours. Even if he wanted to refuse, which he didn’t, the pout of your lips is too cute to say no to. Carefully, he places the nail polish brush back in the glass container and shuts it tightly, so it can’t spill, and sets it on the floor beside him.
The blunt edge of his nails scrapes against the curve of your nose perfectly. You release a content exhale, happy to have the itch relieved.
“Stop squirming so much,” Megumi mutters. His hold on your left hand is firm as he carefully tries to paint your nails with all your jostling around.
“Sorry, Gumi,” you quietly apologize, stilling once more. Yuuji pulls his hand away from your face, but before he can move away completely, you jut your bottom lip out. With a grin on his face, Yuuji is quick to swoop in to press a chaste kiss to your lips with a loud, exaggerated smack. You turn your head to face Megumi, who’s intently looking down at your hand in his.
“Gumi,” you whine, prompting him to look up at you. An unimpressed expression marks his face as he watches you make kissing motions at him. He lets you do that for a bit until you whine his name again. There’s a small twitch of his lips before he leans in to slot his lips over yours. He pulls away much too soon for your liking, but by the time you open your eyes, Megumi’s already busy painting your nails again.
With both of your boys occupied, you tune back into the TV show you guys put on earlier. It’s a rerun of a show that the three of you have binged before, so you half-heartedly pay attention to its contents. Sitting on the hardwood floor of your dorm room is mildly uncomfortable, but the rug underneath you helps cushion your butt, so it’s not so bad.
Your attention drifts away from the screen back to the two sitting on either side of you. Both Megumi and Yuuji are completely focused on painting your nails.
Yuuji sits on your right side, legs crisscrossed. His back is hunched over in a way that must be uncomfortable. The pink of his tongue peeks out from between his lips the slightest bit as he tries his best to keep the nail polish from going on your cuticles. You can hear him quietly humming a song that’s been stuck in his head for the past week or so over the buzz of the TV audio.
Tilting your head the other way, the small smile on your face threatens to break into a full-blown grin. Megumi’s brows are tightly furrowed together, forming a deep crease between them. He’s absentmindedly gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he focuses on your nails. You’d think he was doing something much more important than painting nails if you took a look at his expression.
Your quiet chuckling draws Megumi’s attention.
“What’s so funny?”
Megumi raises a brow at you. The nail polish brush he’s holding hovers in the air as he waits for your answer.
“Mm, nothing. You and Yuuji are just really cute.”
Megumi ducks his head down to conceal the flush rising up his neck while Yuuji audibly aws. You wonder if Megumi will ever stop getting so flustered when you and Yuuji compliment him. You sure hope not. The pretty shade of red that colors his cheeks when he blushes is one of your favorite sights.
“I know I’m cute, but you and Megumi are the cutest!”
You lean into Yuuji’s touch when he pecks you on the cheek. Yuuji pouts when he realizes he can’t reach Megumi’s cheek to kiss, so he settles for kissing his shoulder instead. Though Megumi keeps his head down, you can make out the upward curl of his lips.
“You’re a real sweet talker, Yuu,” you playfully tease, though you can’t help the slight fluttering of your heart.
Yuuji’s never been one to shy away from complimenting you and Megumi, but he’s always so painfully genuine about it that it has your cheeks heating up alongside Megumi’s.
“I’m just stating the truth, though!” Yuuji protests, swinging his arms around. Megumi huffs next to you.
“You’re going to get nail polish on the floor if you keep flinging your arms around like that.”
Yuuji’s movements immediately halt as a sheepish smile crosses his face.
“Sorry, Megumi.”
Megumi gently knocks his shoulder into Yuuji’s, a quiet assurance that it’s fine.
“So cute,” you coo, angling your head to the side to look at them both. “Are you guys almost done? No rush, I’m just curious.”
“Yep!” Yuuji answers to which Megumi nods as well. “I just need to put—Megumi what’s it called again?”
Yuuji tilts his head Megumi’s way with an adorably confused look on his face.
“Topcoat.”
Your brows raise slightly in surprise. You’re impressed that Yuuji remembered that step and that Megumi remembered what it was called. Though, maybe you shouldn’t be so surprised given how many times they’ve seen you paint your nails.
“Yeah, I just need to put a layer of topcoat on your nails and then I’m all done and the nails I painted are going to look so much better than—“
“Shut up.”
A small frown tugs at Megumi’s lips while Yuuji grins at him. It’s really no good for your heart how cute the two of them are. You pay attention to the TV again while Yuuji and Megumi finish up painting your nails.
“All done!”
Megumi and Yuuji release their hold on your hands, so you can inspect their work.
When they offered to paint your nails, you let them choose whatever color they wanted from the collection of nail polish you had. Megumi went for a dark, almost black, blue while Yuuji chose a pastel pink. How fitting of them.
They both did a much better job than you thought they’d do. Although you must admit that the hand Megumi painted is noticeably neater than the hand Yuuji painted. There are some pastel pink streaks around your nails, but he still did a really nice job.
“Who did a better job? Me, obviously, right?”
Yuuji rests on his knees in front of your seated form, eagerly awaiting your answer. Megumi’s pretending to be disinterested, but you know he’s listening in.
“Hmm,” you pretend to contemplate, “I think it’s a tie. You both did a good job.”
Yuuji whines, pouting that you didn’t declare him the winner. He yelps when Megumi lands a soft smack against the back of his head.
“Stop whining,” Megumi mutters. He rolls his eyes when Yuuji complains that he hit him too hard.
“At least, kiss it better, Megumi.”
You don’t bother to hide your amusement when scarlet colors Megumi’s cheeks as Yuuji sits there with his bottom lip out. Neither you nor Megumi have ever been good at saying no to Yuuji’s puppy eyes. So with a loud sigh and a mutter under his breath that sounds distinctly like idiot, Megumi leans over to kiss the crown of Yuuji’s head.
“Are you happy now, idiot?”
Yuuji practically beams as he hooks his arm around Megumi’s shoulder.
“Very.”