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Being a jujutsu sorcerer isn’t an easy task, both Yuuji and Megumi knows that. They don’t really have a moment to rest, everything is seemingly always on the edge. Anyone could die, whether it be an upperclassman they hated, or even a friend whom they’ve shared a meal with before.
Falling in love is the impossible. Something that sounds like a daydream. There’s simply no time, and with the weight of the possibility that someone as important as a significant other could die in any mission, no matter how small, is enough to drive a normal person mad.
They know that all too well.
But Megumi and Yuuji are insane in their own way.
If there was anything that falling in love as a jujutsu sorcerer taught them, that was to cherish every second with your loved ones. No matter how insignificant. Megumi knows that one second with Yuuji is priceless even to diamonds.
So when do they find the time to do sappy stuff like normal couples do?
Weekends are a lovesick sorcerer’s best friend.
When the 23:59 on a Friday turns into the 00:00 on a Saturday, Megumi celebrates in his head. He can’t help but to imagine what the day has in store for him. Sometimes, his cheeks prickle when he thinks about how they would hold hands. Then he buries his nose into his cold covers, head dizzy, brain on overdrive, heart thumping like he’d run laps around the school.
Yes, Megumi makes up romantic scenarios to fall asleep. Yes, the same romantic scenarios get fulfilled all the time, because his luck is on max stats, and apparently, he’s dating the sweetest person to ever exist.
The awaited knock on his door comes, he snaps away from his daydream and sits up, turning to see a childish grin plastered on the face of his favourite person, who was peeking inside the room from the edge of wall.
Sweetest pretty boy, award winning boyfriend,
Itadori Yuuji.
No words spoken, just a soft smile in return to welcome the pink-haired boy in as he makes his way under the blanket and leans into his warmth, sighing in satisfaction. He settles his head in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, and starts to read manga.
Yuuji feels Megumi shift, and a comforting weight circles his waist. Legs piled on top of each other’s. Now, Yuuji is sitting up, book in hand, head leaning on Megumi’s shoulder. While Megumi has his arms around the other, careful not to disrupt his boyfriend’s reading session too much.
Megumi’s room is cold, and Yuuji is warm. The sound of pages being turned, finger pads on rough paper. The constant small gasps that come out of Yuuji’s lips as he reads plot twists after plot twists. It sings a gentle lullaby, almost like it was patting him to sleep, as someone would a baby.
Megumi feels his eyes start to droop, watching the world from a hazy filter. He’s basically drifting in and out of sleep. Drifting in because of how comfortable he is, how safe he feels. Drifting out because he’s trying so hard to fight the drowsiness. He’s not letting a millisecond go to waste. He still wants to watch Yuuji’s lips tremble as he tries to not yell when his favorite pairing interacts.
He feels the need to just stand up right now and ask if Yuuji wanted to dance. An urge nagging at the back of his brain even at the verge of unconsciousness.
“You must do it now, TODAY!!! or you will never have this opportunity ever again in your life!” is what he hears every braincell of his scream, simultaneously seeing flashes of what could happen if he just stood up and played some music to accompany them.
Megumi isn’t going to yeild. As if some imaginary scene where Yuuji giggles between turns, the thought of his warmth spreading on his palm when he pulls him closer after a dip will make him give in.
Fuck.
Megumi gives in.
“Yuuji.” Megumi finally finds whatever energy he has left to speak, though his voice is heavy with drowsiness. The last grip of his stubborn wish, same thing that’s keeping his eyes barely open, doesn’t matter if he feels like he’s teleported to another universe, it’s keeping him awake.
The pink haired boy hums in response, yet his attention still on the manga he had been reading since he’d sunken into the warmth of his boyfriend and the safety of his presence.
Yuuji feels Megumi shifting, hands no longer around his waist. Yuuji wants to whine at the missing physical contact. Then his head, no longer supported by Megumi’s shoulder, loses the comfortable position he’d found before in the crook of his neck. It’s enough to make the taller stop reading and glance at whatever Megumi was doing.
“Gumi? What’s wrong? Are you hungry?”
When Megumi shakes his head, Yuuji waits. Then he speaks up,
“Do you want to dance?” Megumi shyly gives out his hand, voice growing smaller with every word, head slightly dropped from embarrassment. He keeps an open invitation for the taller, who only giggles in return and gets on his feet, “Where’s this coming from?”
He doesn’t wait for his answer, and places his freezing hand on his warm palm. Yuuji almost shudders at the difference of the temperature. Megumi could have sworn he heard fireworks and the crowd cheering. Warmth spreads within his chest, thrill starting to buzz from how long he’d been yearning for something like this to happen.
And to think it’s with Itadori Yuuji, the person who limits Megumi’s vocab to a second graders’ whenever someone asks him why he’s in love with him.
Megumi swears that he’s the luckiest person alive.
“But whatever, I’d love that.”
Plastic Love by Mariya Takeuchi starts to fill in the comfortable silence from a sleeping world. It takes them a beat to remember how good this song was. Another to ponder who will lead.
Sure, The black-haired boy might have a gist of it, having watched so many classical Disney movies with Nobara, who would never admit that she really enjoys spending some alone time with Megumi. But Megumi still doesn’t trust himself that he could pull it off as graceful as Claudine and Maya from Revue Starlight did. He’s scared that Yuuji would laugh at him, even when the same boy has seen him crying over bean sprouts in his bowl of ramen before.
Yuuji doesn’t think that Megumi’s hatred for bean sprouts is childish at all.
“On your lead.” Yuuji says, breathing kisses into his partner’s hairline. Megumi stops staring at the ground and whips his head up to look at Yuuji before letting out a protest, “But, you’re better at this than I am.”
Basically, everyone knows that Yuuji is literally a God at dancing. Though, nobody is truly sure of how on earth he got so fucking good at it. Maybe he was meant to be a dancer all along? It was pretty much considered general knowledge in the Tokyo Branch. Whenever someone compliments Yuuji’s dancing skill within Gojo’s range, he would proudly say it was because of the movie marathon he made him go through. Nobody really believed him.
Yuuji cups his face and puts their foreheads together. Megumi is scared, but the other wants him to try. He knows Megumi wants to try.
“You can do it, Gumi. Guide me.” Yuuji whispers like he’s so out of breath looking into Megumi’s eyes, mirroring a tidal wave of emotions. He thinks it’s sweet that Megumi does everything for him with so much effort, but it hurts to know that he wants everything to be perfect.
Has to be so fucking perfect that it’s suffocating Megumi.
So calculating, like a single flaw would mark his demise. Yuuji and him are almost a bad match, with someone who doesn’t think twice to risk his life to save others, and someone who goes through a million scrapped plans, just to hold hands.
Megumi takes a deep breath and they pull apart. One look at the taller, who gives a small nod and then their chests are pressed together. Slowly, taking the taller’s right hand in his left, his free hand now on his back. Yuuji puts his free hand on Megumi’s right shoulder blade.
Just in time, the minute-long song intro ends, marking the start of the song’s first verse.
Turns follow in their pace, moving around the entire room in big circles, careful not to misstep and trip at their own feet. Yuuji feels the light breeze break into his hair from swift twirls, Megumi can’t help but to smile at the thought of how big of a stupid grin his boyfriend has on his face right now, he wishes he could see it for himself, but he wouldn’t survive the heart attack in result.
Feet in sync, hearts pounding just as erratically in their ribcage, beating for dear life, from being so close to each other, and from putting their muscles to work.
Until time freezes for them, until movie frames pause to the sound of their feet gliding on the wooden floor, until the world stops turning, until the warm hold on Yuuji’s back, on Megumi’s shoulder blade feels like a fairytale, until every breath feels like a moment too good to be true. Too good to exist in a cursed universe. Too good to imagine.
Still, the universe had been kind enough to grant them that sort of privilege. The luxury of being able to look into each other’s eyes and find a galaxy of nothing but hearts and stars, the luxury of being able to bring their hands together and dance, the luxury of not having to think about their wills that they’ve written and God knows what sort of curses are crawling all over the country.
The privilege of falling in love.
When the song fades into its ending, Yuuji decides to pick Megumi up, and spins him in one quick movement, taking Megumi by surprise when he no longer registers the ground for a fleeting moment. Megumi is seemingly lightweight in his hold, almost weightless, so Yuuji grasps on his impressively small waist tighter, reassuring himself that his beloved wouldn’t fade into heartache and fear, like Megumi would in occasional nightmares he’d get. When the taller sets him down, all Megumi could remember was the gentle caress of the artifical wind on his cheek when his boyfriend picked him up.
Megumi thinks he might grow obsessed with the feeling.
A light tug on Megumi’s lips turns into a small smile, yet, that was more than enough for Yuuji to lean in and place a gentle kiss.
It takes one second to seal a kiss, two seconds to realise, three seconds for both parties to have their cheeks blossom into a burning strawberry shade.
Yuuji’s hands fly up to his face faster than his feet ever ran during his track star days, It never gets easier for them, really. They still get embarrassed whenever they kiss, like six months of getting kisses from each other every day wasn’t enough for them to get used to it.
Megumi wishes to fall face flat into his bed and let his sheets swallow him and disappear from existence. He would’ve died a happy man. But he doesn’t. Instead he stands in front of him and lets himself drop into the other.
Yuuji peeks through his fingers, taking notice of how Megumi is leaning his weight to his body, hiding his face behind his shoulder, letting black hair slightly tickle his cheek. He’s still too shy to look at the pink-haired boy, and so he decides that it was the best way to avoid making himself flush a deeper shade of red.
“We would’ve been in some magic garden by now if only we had a ceramic tiles of flowers instead of these wooden floors.” Yuuji sighs as he wraps his arms perfectly snug around Megumi, making a reference to some Barbie movie they decided to watch last week. It was good, but the taller declared that Princess Charm School was their peak and truly, the best Barbie movie to ever exist.
“They had marble floors, Yuuji.” Megumi wants to say ‘You’re so weird, a Barbie line out of nowhere?’ but he swallows it down his throat and only chuckles at his remark. They break away from their hug and Yuuji takes another good look at the shorter, who’s also carefully observing every detail he could see on his beautiful face, etching it deep into his memory. "No, it was ceramic!" Yuuji thinks, but lets the thought go as he drowns in the sight of his beloved.
This is the idiot Megumi’s fallen for, and he’s not complaining. How could he, when the boy in question smiles like the sun for him, when his eyes glitter brightly at the mention of him, when he makes him feel like his heart could easily win an olympic games gymnastics event. The fresh air of grass fields and cottagecore dreams.
A bad match they may be, they’re still each other’s anchor, grounding one another, when their world starts to cave in.
Megumi has one less regret to worry about now, and Yuuji will hold his hand through one by one, for as long as the universe allows them to be together.