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Kugisaki Nobara isn’t necessarily gay, but there’s a girl in her bed and it’s very distracting.
Of course, there’s a clear explanation for why Zenin Maki is currently stretched out on the other side of the mattress, carefully taking off her glasses to put them in a case on the bedside table. And that reason, of course, is Gojo Satoru.
Kyoto Tech, Tokyo’s sister jujutsu school, had arrived earlier in the day, much to the chagrin of Megumi and Nobara, who were both equally concerned as to why both schools decided to host a “Goodwill Event” to boost morale when the last few months had been filled with anything but.
Of course, Nobara would be remiss if she were to turn down a chance to show off her skills-she was a very impressive sorcerer in her own right. And when she says ‘by her own right,’ she means that she’s the best, and she knows it.
So no, the fact that the two schools had formed some sort of deep severed rivalry over the years that had manifested into the faculty using their students as pawns in their years-long, figurative match to prove which school was “better” didn’t necessarily bother Nobara.
She was more concerned with other things, for example, like the fact that, a mere ten hours ago or so, Itadori Yuuji had popped out of a cart and announced that he had cheated death-and that Gojo Satoru had known he was alive this whole time.
Nobara knew that she would eventually have to give Itadori a talking to that would make even a special grade sorcerer run for the hills, but she still needs time to process, to heal, to let her mind come back from a state of grieving and accept the fact that that stupid boy she used to be kinda-of-sorf-of friends with is here, now, and alive.
It’s needless to say that Nobara’s life has already been hopelessly rearranged, leaving her to have to look through the pieces and sort them back together. And now she has to deal with something she didn’t want to have to deal with, something that’s been whispering at her, grabbing the back of her collar and begging her to pay attention to it.
Normally she’s been able to ignore the feeling, to stamp in down and bury it away somewhere deep, where she can have a moment to resurface. But now there’s nowhere to hide, because the very source of Nobara’s problem is lying next to her, all smooth skin and expressive eyes and a rigid mouth, a mouth that Nobara would mind having a closer look at.
Gojo’s explanation for the room sharing was innocent enough-there were only so many rooms that had already been prepared for students, since the class sizes for Jujutsu Tech were so small, and so they needed to make Tokyo students share so that the other bedrooms could be used for Kyoto students. It was only for one night, as the Goodwill Event would start the next day, and everyone had reluctantly agreed; Nobara was the only outraged one-she liked to keep her room a certain way, and hadn’t liked the idea of having someone else in there, moving around or messing up her decorations or otherwise disturbing her peace. However, her concerns had clearly been in the minority, as everyone else had seemed to nod their assent.
However, when it came time to choose who would room with who, Maki had pointed to Nobara almost instantly, leaving Nobara with a strange feeling that churned in the middle of her gut, as if a deluge of something she could only describe as reluctant excitement ran through her when she was chosen.
The whole thing still wouldn’t have bothered her, if it hadn’t been for Gojo, who had clamped a hand over his mouth at Maki’s decision, his body shaking with silent laughter that Nobara found to be more than suspicious.
“If you’re hiding something, I’m gonna found out,” Nobara had snapped at him, which only earned her more laughter-Nobara had decided to add that moment to her on-going list of “Things about Gojo-Sensei that piss me the fuck off.” It’s quite an extensive list.
“I’m not the one hiding something…” Gojo had said simply, before walking out of the room, whistling casually.
Okay. So that was really suspicious.
In any case, Nobara didn’t like the feeling that Gojo saw something that she didn’t when Maki chose to room with her tonight. What could he possibly know that she doesn’t? It really pisses her off.
“Deep in thought over there?” Nobara jolts at the sound of Maki’s voice, and it takes everything in her to turn and lock eyes with Maki’s hazel ones, which somehow seem even more vibrant in the lamp light.
“I’m still stuck on the whole event thing tomorrow,” Nobara says, and it’s not necessary a lie-Maki certainly doesn’t need Nobara to wax poetic about her fucking eyes. That would be terribly embarrassing. “I guess I’m wondering how that’ll go.”
“Is that self-doubt I sense?” Maki says, incredulous, leaning in towards Nobara-and that’s very overwhelming, how close she is-they’re inches apart and Nobara’s supposed to act like everything is normal, like how could she possibly do that- “from Kugisaki Nobara? I don’t like it. Cut it out.”
“I will,” Nobara says immediately, because apparently she turns into an absolute mess in front of Maki these days and can never manage to do anything other than to gush about her or make an absolute fool of herself. “Cut it out, I mean. I mean-we’re gonna win, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“There’s my girl,” Maki replies with a grin, and Nobara just about collapses, thinks about hiding her head underneath her pillows and never resurfacing again, because there’s no way Maki just said those words with that smile, there’s no way that Nobara is reacting to it in any other, non-platonic way.
No. Absolutely not.
Even when they switch off the lights and end up under the covers, Nobara’s mind is still reeling, because all she can think about is the fact that Maki is less than half a foot away, the smell of her shampoo filling Nobara’s nose, and feeling even more intoxicating in the dark.
Okay. So maybe girls are just really pretty, that’s it. Maybe Maki is one of those really pretty girls.
“You went quiet,” Maki says after a while, blunt in her delivery, but Nobara knows better-she can sense the hint of emotion in her voice, the strain, and she knows in her gut that Maki wants Nobara to say something important, but she’s not sure what.
“I’m just thinking?” Nobara offers-they’re facing each other know, Nobara can tell that much, and she’s not sure when they got this close, but they are inches away, and Nobara notices that Maki has a tiny scar below her eye, right above her cheekbone, and Nobara’s never seen that before, she’s never been close enough to see it, and oh, since when have her eyelashes been that long-
“About what?” Maki asks, and Nobara balks-she can’t exactly tell her that she’s been admiring her scar and her high cheekbones and her lashes and that mouth-
“What’s with the interrogation, Maki-san?” Nobara tries, chuckling softly before stopping when Maki doesn’t respond in kind. She can feel something building in this room, in this bed, something that can’t be ignored or stamped down until it crawls back to the surface.
“Don’t call me that.” Maki says, and Nobara feels her heart start to climb it’s way up her throat, because at least with honorifics she can pretend to put some semblance of separation, and least she can pretend for a little while longer, and not have her world come crashing down around her. “What were you thinking about?”
“…Boys?” Nobara supplies, and her voice sounds tinny, disingenuous as she says the word, as Maki shortens the distance between them completely, as their noses brush together, as Nobara sucks in a breath in anticipation.
“I don’t want to think about boys,” Nobara says weakly.
“I don’t want you to either,” Maki replies, before ensnaring Kugisaki in a searing kiss.
Maki licks into Nobara’s mouth, overwhelming her, sucking on her tongue and pressing every inch of them together and kissing Nobara until the only thing she knows is Maki, until the only thing she’s concerned with is kissing Maki back with just as much force.
Somehow Nobara ends up in Maki’s lap, but she definitely doesn’t mind, not at all, because it means that Maki can wrap her arms around Nobara’s waist, and she can suck and lick at the skin of her neck, and she can make Kugisaki’s mind go blank.
Maki traps Nobara’s bottom lip between her teeth and sucks down hard, and it’s all Nobara can do to match her in passion, kissing back with even more fervor, losing herself in a tangle of lips and hands and tongues.
Nobara doesn’t want this to end-she wants to live in this moment, to tattoo it onto her skin, the feeling of Maki’s bruising kisses on her skin serving as their own form of ink.
It feels like both a century and a second before the two of them come back up for air.
“You thinking about boys now?” Maki says with a smug smile, tugging at a lock of Nobara’s hair.
“No,” Nobara breathes out.
Maki smiles a feral smile.
“Good girl.”
Okay. So maybe Nobara is, in fact, gay.
This revelation doesn’t really come as a shock to her. In fact, she should have seen it coming.