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“Why is he crying?” Megumi asks as soon as he steps into the room, trying to control his breathing after running a couple of miles to get here in record time.
Kugisaki could only offer him a hesitant smile and that only worsen Megumi’s fear.
He turns his attention back to Yuuji who’s clearly distressed by something. He reaches out to stroke at Yuuji’s cheeks.
“What’s wrong?”
Yuuji only flinches away from him and Megumi tries not to feel affected by it.
But it’s not to see Yuuji recoil away from him like he’s something disgusting.
In response, Yuuji only wails louder and Megumi, growing a little more desperate turns his attention to Kugisaki who’s shaking—clearly affected by the situation as well.
“Tell him,” Kugisaki encourages in a shaky tone. “Tell him why you’re crying. He needs to know.”
Of course, it takes Yuuji a couple of seconds, if not, minutes to calm down until he’s sniffling to himself. The poor pink-haired male’s clearly distraught by something and Kugisaki isn’t helping by keeping quiet about it.
“Who…” Yuuji mumbles.
Megumi doesn’t catch it. “Who what?”
Yuuji’s eyes sharpen, angrily staring down at the glistening band on Megumi’s ring finger. Megumi ignores the choking sound in the background, preferring to focus on the sad pink-haired male in front of him.
The pink-haired male grips onto his wrist, softly whining as he repeats himself. “Who did you marry?”
If Megumi wasn’t so caught off-guard by the question, he would have noticed Kugisaki recording everything but the question that spills from Yuuji’s lip is enough to make him stop working for a bit.
“You...!” Yuuji choked a little “You can’t have married someone else!"
"Yuuji, what--"
"You said I was going to marry you! You promise!”
“Y-Yuuji…” Megumi winch when Yuuji starts to hit him and he’s not even holding back on his hits. Megumi’s pretty sure that the spots will soon welcome bruises. “Listen, it’s okay, let me just—”
“No!” Yuuji shouts, “It’s not okay, Fushiguro! I was supposed to marry you! I love you so much! It’s not fair that you married someone else! I thought…”
Megumi softens, rubbing away the tears rolling down Yuuji’s face. “I know. I know how much you love me.”
Yuuji starts hiccupping, the tears doesn't stop flowing. “Then why? Why’d you get married?”
“Well—”
“Was it you?!” Yuuji furiously glares at Kugisaki, who Megumi notes have been choking herself to death from laughter.
Kugsaki starts making a puking sound, “Never in a million years,” and Megumi should feel offended by this but he doesn’t.
“Then who married Fushiguro?” Yuuji whimpers, “I just want to know and no one is telling me anything.”
“Well, it’s obviously—”
“I wanted to marry you,” Yuuji sobs out softly and Megumi can feel his own heartbreak into pieces.
“I know,” Megumi replies softly, stroking at Yuuji’s reddening cheeks. “But I have been trying to tell you that the person I married is—”
Once again, Megumi gets interrupted but this time, it’s by the door sliding open, and a nurse walks in, beaming brightly despite the amount of noise they were making.
“Oh, Fushiguro-san, it’s good that you’re up now. How are you feeling?”
Yuuji turns his attention to Megumi who shook his head, pointing back at him. It takes Yuuji a couple of seconds to process the new information.
“Uhm, Fushiguro-san?”
“Just give him a minute,” Kugisaki says, snorting to herself and the nurse still looks a little confused.
“You’re talking to me?” Yuuji asks, pointing to himself.
The nurse giggles, “Of course. You are Fushiguro Yuuji, are you not?”
“I am?” Yuuji repeats questionably. “But I don’t have a ring?”
“We were hoping to get everything back intact but the ring must have fallen off and burned along with your personal belongings,” the nurse replies.
Yuuji slowly soaked everything in before he turns to face Megumi, his cheeks flush red from embarrassment. “I married you?”
“Yes, you did,” Megumi answers with a light tone, feeling the corners of his mouth curl up.
“And you married me?” Yuuji asks in disbelief like he couldn’t comprehend why in the world Megumi would marry him.
But Megumi could list a million reasons as to why he would marry Yuuji.
“Oh, oh.”
“Yes.”
“So does that mean I can kiss you?” Yuuji whispers, wide eyes.
Kugisaki starts gagging, commenting. “Still here, guys?”
“Yes, you can kiss me,” Megumi amusedly replies before adding on, “as many times as you want.”
“Then…can I kiss you now?”
Megumi laughs, “you don’t even have to ask” before pressing a sweet, slow kiss to his foolish husband that seemingly forgot they were married.
(Thankfully, it was only temporary amnesia)