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“Kugisaki.”
Kugisaki idly sips on her cup of chamomile tea. “Mm?”
“I need your help on…” Megumi cringes. “Relationship. Matters.”
Kugisaki whips her head up to stare at him in awe. She coughs. “Of course, give me a moment, if you will.” She gets up and walks into another room. Huh, he thinks, that went better than I thought it would .
And then she comes back with her phone in hand, before shoving it in his face with a delighted gremlin-like smirk smothered all over her face. “Fushiguro! Tell the camera! Tell the camera what you need help with! Tell them!”
Yeah , Megumi inwardly groans, that’s about what I should’ve expected. He pushes the phone camera away from his face (in vain, Kugisaki immediately starts waving it in front of him again), before deadpanning, “I need your relationship advice.”
“Foooooooooor?”
“For me and Itadori’s relationship.”
“Because I’m the bestest best, most perfect woman ever?”
“I didn’t know you were Tsumiki.”
“Oh, right,” Kugisaki rolls her eyes. “I forgot that you were such a sis-con.”
“Am not, you-”
“Are the second bestest best, most perfect woman ever?”
Megumi sighs. This is never going to end. “Yes. Because you’re the second bestest best, most perfect woman ever. Can we just talk abou-”
“Trick question!” She points a finger accusingly at him. A part of Megumi dies inside. “Maki-san is the second bestest best, most perfect woman ever! Right after your sister!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m leaving.”
“Wait nonononono-” She grabs onto his sleeve, pulling him back into the kitchen. “Okay, okay. Consider this payback for not telling me that you and Itadori were dating until a month into your relationship.”
“Whatever.”
They both sit around the kitchen table. Kugisaki rests her head on her arms. “So… What’s the problem? Come on, you can tell Dr. Kugisaki, she won’t judge.”
Megumi sighs. “Well…”
-
I. The Make-out Session
They stumble into the bedroom, kissing fervently as Yuuji slams Megumi up against the door. (To say slam would be an insult to Yuuji’s character, of course. He keeps his hand on the back of Megumi’s head so as to not get him concussed. He’s a gentleman like that.)
Megumi’s hands roam the landscape of his boyfriend’s torso, trailing his fingers over the coarse scars and defined muscles, feeling the beat of his heart against his chest. He breaks his lips apart from Yuuji’s, huffing, “Yuuji. Bed. Bed now.”
“So, impatient, Gumi.” Yuuji presses his lips against Megumi’s once more, his breathing hot and heaving with urgency.
Megumi blushes at the ridiculous nickname, snapping the waistband of Yuuji’s sweatpants with his free hand. “Shut up.”
Yuuji giggles against his lips, before lifting Megumi up in a bridal carry and laying him gently on the mattress. “Okay, okay, whatever you say, princess.”
Megumi, still flustered at Yuuji’s casual show of strength, links his arms around Yuuji’s neck and presses butterfly kisses down his collar, burying his face into his shoulders. Yuuji returns the favour with excitement, reaching down to unzip the fly of Megumi’s jeans, before-
“BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BAR-”
Megumi snaps his head up in annoyance, feeling his blood pressure spike. “I can’t believe- Let me just- Fuck. I’ll just unsummon them.”
“Noooooooo!” Itadori jumps up from the bed, before unlocking the door and letting himself get jumped by Megumi’s Divine Dogs. Both of them. “How could you say that about our babies?! They’re just lonely!” He turns towards the White Hound, pressing a myriad of kisses on its forehead. “You are, aren’t you? Good boy! Good boy!”
Megumi, with his shirt off and dick half-hard in his jeans, furrows his brow, glaring down the Divine Dogs. The two of you aren’t feeling very Divine to me right now, you know. The Black Hound responds by lapping its tongue down Itadori’s face.
“Yeah.” Megumi hisses. “Good boy.”
-
“COCKBLOCKED BY YOUR OWN DOGS? HAHAHAHAHA”
“I thought you said that Dr. Kugisaki wouldn't judge. It’s not even that funny.” Megumi cradles his face in his palm.
“No, it’s pretty funny.” Maki-san walks in, looping an arm around Kugisaki’s waist, settling on the seat next to her. “Good morning, babe.”
Kugisaki presses a kiss onto Maki’s cheek. “Good morning to you , Maki-san.”
“Ugh.”
“Don’t ‘Ugh’ me, Fushiguro Megumi!” Kugisaki wags her finger. “I have to deal with this everyday with you and Itadori, the least you can do is be less lesbophobic around me.”
“I’m not being lesbophobic,” Megumi scoffs, “I’m just Kugisaki-phobic in general.”
“OI!”
“Come on, babe.” Maki chimes. “Have mercy. Fushiguro-kun here just got left high and dry by his boyfriend last night. And by his own Divine Dogs, too. Imagine the betrayal.”
“Actually,” Megumi adds, “that happened two weeks ago.”
“TWO WEEKS?!” Kugisaki gapes, slamming both her arms down on the table, causing a portion of her long-forgotten cup of tea to spill. “AND YOU’RE ONLY TELLING ME NOW?!”
“I wouldn’t have told you in the first place if it was just a one-time occurence.”
“It’s NOT?!”
Maki-san shakes her head in pity, sighing exasperatedly. “Oh, Fushiguro.”
“Yeah,” Megumi nods in agreement. “Oh, Fushiguro indeed.”
-
II. The Tutoring Session
“So this line here is used to represent Iago’s scheming nature.”
“Mhm.”
“So, by using the net as a metaphor, it shows that everything is in the palm of his hands.”
“Mm.” Yuuji chuckles, before reaching his hand into Megumi’s hair to pull out a strand of silly string, dangling it in front of him. “You got something there, Fushigumi.”
Megumi closes his notebook with a huff, batting away Yuuji’s hand. “Were you even listening, Yuuji?”
“Yeah! I just like looking at you while you talk!” Yuuji grins, dimples forming at the edge of his mouth. Megumi hates to admit that he can’t think straight whenever Yuuji’s this close to him - he’s too focused on the subtle glint in his eyes, the slight tan in his skin - whatever the fuck those freckles are doing, scattered around his face like a star-ridden galaxy.
Megumi, instead, cowers behind the notebook, hiding the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks. “Shut...up. Anyways, back to this, ahem , yes, so Othello’s character…”
“Sorry, Megumi.” Yuuji pulls the book down, leaning across the table to leave a peck on the tip of Megumi’s nose before he can even process anything that’s happened. Megumi freezes. Yuuji laughs. “You look so handsome when you’re saying all these smart things! I just can’t resist making you a little flustered, haha!”
“You’re-” Megumi flushes. “You’re derailing this study session on purpose. Don’t come complaining to me when you fail this semester.”
Yuuji notes, “I’m not! I told you, I always listen to you, Sensei . Iago’s character is scheming against Othello by making him lose trust in his wife, right? Besides,” He perches his head on his hands, elbows resting on the table. “Do you not like it?”
“I-” Megumi leans his face closer to Yuuji’s. “I never said that.”
“Really?” Yuuji mutters, coming off as more of a whisper. Megumi can feel his breath against his lips. “Why don’t you show me, then?”
“Don’t rush me.” Megumi closes his eyes, inching closer and closer-
Yuuji screams. “NUE!” (Which, to Megumi, can only be considered like, one of the Top 3 worst things to say when you’re about to kiss someone, right next to, “Gojo-Sensei” and “I am your father, Megumi.”)
“Nue?!” Megumi stutters, collapsing on the table in the midst of his confusion.
Yuuji, on the other hand, runs towards the window, opening it to welcome Nue into the room. Megumi, still on the brink of cardiac arrest, can only point frantically at it in shock. “Nue. Why… are you outside my window.”
“SQUAWK.”
“Wanting to see Yuuji is not a valid excuse!” Megumi scolds. “Do you know how terrifying it is to just see you outside my room on a random Wednesday evening when there are no curses around?! I thought there was an emergency!”
“Don’t be so mean to him, Megumi!” Yuuji gives Nue a peck on the beak. Megumi groans. At least someone’s getting their fair share of love from my boyfriend. “Come on!” Yuuji gestures to Nue’s face. “Can you stay mad at these eyes?”
Megumi looks into the hollow, soulless irises floating within the inky black holes of Nue’s bone-mask-thing. He deadpans, “Yes.”
Nue whimpers. Itadori ruffles its feathers, carding his fingers through its wings. “Don’t listen to him, Nue. You’re so much more than just a shadow.”
“He literally is not.”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh…… Don’t worry about him. He loves you a lot, it’s just that Fushigumi’s on edge right now.”
“Because Nue’s been hovering outside my window!”
Yuuji sighs, pouting at Megumi, puffing out both of his cheeks. Oh God no. “Can you stay mad at these eyes?”
Megumi grinds his teeth. “Hrgrggrhgrhhrgrhhhrghrhhhh”
-
“So, it’s not just the Divine Dogs?” Maki-san asks, tilting her head.
“No, I wish.”
“Wait, wait, wait, I don’t get it.” Kugisaki interrupts. “These guys are a culmination of your cursed technique, right? Why can’t you just unsummon them back into the shadows, or something?”
“Itadori… He...” Megumi massages his temples. “He gets sad whenever they’re not around. A while ago he asked if I could just let them roam around, and I said no , obviously. But then he did the- the stupid fucking-”
“Itadori’s puppy eyes.” Maki and Kugisaki note, simultaneously.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” He succumbs to his despair, slumping down against the table.
“But, dear student, is it possible that your Shikigami, as an extension of you, keep fawning over Yuuji-kun as a manifestation of your own feelings?” Gojo-sensei suggests.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD-” Megumi, startled by the appearance of this asshole , nearly falls off the chair. “What’s with you people and showing up out of nowhere?!”
“How long have you been here?” Maki-san furrows her brow. “That’s creepy as fuck. I didn’t even hear you come in.”
“About at the part where Yuuji-kun chooses Nue over Megumin ~ “
“I hate that you’re phrasing it that way.”
“I don’t know, Fushiguro.” Nobara leans her head on Maki’s shoulder. “He’s kinda right, though.”
Megumi gripes. “Who’s side are you on?”
“Megumin, maybe you’re just overthinking it, anyhow.” Gojo-sensei manifests a chair of his own (somehow, Megumi doesn’t even want to ask at this point), taking a seat by the sink. “It’s just been twice. Maybe it’s just an occasional thing.”
“No,” Megumi huffs, dreading the conversation he’s about to have. “It gets worse.”
-
III. The Confession Session
Megumi, resting comfortably on Yuuji’s lap, lies across the field, feeling the grass tickle his legs. Yuuji lets his fingers run through Megumi’s hair, talking excitedly about some new fantasy show he’s been watching. He pauses momentarily, leaning down to kiss Megumi’s forehead.
“The view is pretty great here, isn’t it?” Yuuji looks off into the distance, watching the Sun melt away into a palette of oranges and reds as the night fades into the forefront. His smile is gentle, kind, etched with love - all the things Megumi loves about him.
Megumi loops his fingers with Yuuji’s, watching his face soften. “Yeah.” He draws circles on the back of Yuuji’s hand, snuggling into his touch. “Sure is.”
Yuuji perks up, blabbering giddily, “By the way, Megumi! The show, there’s this one line that reminds me of that one poem you like, by, what’s her name, Wendy Cope? The one about the oranges. It’s really sweet, Gumi!”
“You-” Megumi gets up, eyes widening. “You read it? I only mentioned liking Wendy Cope like, once. And it was only within the first week of knowing you.”
“Of course!” Yuuji smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I remember you saying that you liked it, so I had to go buy a copy and read it. I mean, it’s your favourite, right?”
“No, not that, it’s just-” Megumi stutters. “You remembered ?”
“Yeah, duh .” He replies. “I told you, I like listening to you. I care about all the things you say.”
It’s then that it hits Megumi.
It doesn’t feel like Kugisaki’s romance novels said it would. He doesn’t feel a floodgate of emotions explode inside of him, he doesn’t feel like he’s about to cry, or lunge at Yuuji, or hug him and never let go. It just feels like it’ll be okay. No curses, no Sukuna, no execution, just this moment, together, the Sun, setting in the horizon. With Yuuji, he can picture a world where they’re just regular boys, doing regular things. Where their biggest secrets are just kisses stolen under the night sky. Megumi clenches his hold on Yuuji’s hand. I want to be with you forever.
“Yuuji, I love-”
“BUNNY!” Yuuji scrambles to pick up a fluffy white rabbit, petting it behind the ears. He lifts it up to show Megumi. “Check it out, Megumi! Isn’t it just adorable?”
Megumi sighs, looking at Yuuji’s expression, tinted with the warm glow of the setting Sun. He smiles. “Yeah. It’s the best.”
-
IV. Acceptance
They’re huddled up against each other, watching a cheesy romance film that Yuuji put on to pass the time. Megumi, distracted by the ball of nerves running through his mind, shoves his mouth with another fistful of popcorn.
After the (not-at-all helpful) conversation he had in the afternoon, everyone at the table concluded that Megumi was an idiot (Megumi did not agree) and that he should just talk to Yuuji (Megumi only sort of agreed). He rests his chin on Yuuji’s head, laid cozily on Megumi’s chest.
“So, Yuuji, can we… talk?”
“Yeah, sure.” Yuuji grabs the remote, pausing the movie. “What’s up?”
Megumi is endlessly thankful for the dark lighting in the room, concealing the fact that he is both blushing relentlessly and unbelievably sweaty, at the same time. “It’s just… Every time we hang out, I feel like we keep getting interrupted by my Shikigami.”
“Oh, that’s kinda true.”
“So, can you just…” Megumi bites his lip. “Ignore them, or something? Next time.”
Yuuji looks up at Megumi, grinning widely, before lunging towards Megumi in a soul-crushing bear hug. “Megumi, no way! Are you jealous ? Of your shikigami ?!”
Megumi groans. “I feel like this is pretty justified, okay?”
Yuuji giggles, smothering Megumi with kisses. “Yeah, yeah, totally! Okay, I promise you, if your shikigami interrupt us, I’ll just chase them away in honour of my perfect boyfriend!”
“That’s overkill, honestl-”
“BARK BARK BARK”
Black Jade bursts into the room, wagging its tail in a bid for Yuuji’s attention. Megumi stares at Yuuji, raising an eyebrow. Yuuji laughs nervously. “Okay, no way. I’m just going to sit here, and stay with my boyfriend, and ignore that adorable, cute, fluffy, lovable, delightful-”
Megumi relents. “Just go hug the fucking dog.”
Yuuji jumps from his seat, pressing a kiss to Megumi’s cheek, before rushing towards Black Jade to shower it with pets. “Thanks, Megumi! I love you!”
Megumi stops in his tracks, feeling his cheeks heat up at the comment. He sighs.
I love you too.