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"oi fushiguro, quit dragging your feet", nobara yelled. 'hurry up, itadori's already at the store.'
they were out shopping. again. for the third time this week. safe to say, nobara's shopping fever probably wouldn't subside anytime soon.
"coming, coming", megumi groaned. they had been walking around for hours, drifting from shop to shop because nobara just couldn't find the perfect dress for what she insisted was just an 'outing' with maki-san. "kugisakiiiii, please say this is the last store, my feet are killing me", yuuji whined. "yeah, yeah", nobara dismissed with a wave of her hand. yuuji pouted.
cute.
the bell tinkered as they entered the store. itadori-my-feet-are-killing-me-yuuji was the first to dart into the hoodie section of the store.
oh to have one of his hoodies.
nobara had lost herself in the dresses aisle while megumi mindlessly skimmed the shirts on display. he didn't need any at the moment. gojo sensei had bought him a whole closet (not an exaggeration) as a 'souvenir' out on one of his missions. that man was impossible.
“fushiguro, i’m gonna go try this on. you wait here”, yuuji said, practically skipping towards the changing rooms.
he’d look great in everything.
well, this was certainely beyond anything megumi expected.
the sweatshirt clung onto yuuji’s figure. it tightly clasped onto his bulging biceps. you could even make out the faint trace of his abs.
megumi was certainly malfunctioning at this sight.
“i guess it’s too tight”, yuuji grinned sheepishly. “mmh”, megumi croaked, his breath hitched in his throat.
the man was too stunned to speak.
hot.
“i’m gonna go find something else”, yuuji said after he had changed out of the (in megumi’s opinion) shirt that was a gift from god. “simp”, nobara, who had watched the whole spectacle unfold, whispered into megumi’s ear. megumi flushed pink. “oh shut up kugisaki. go find something for your date with maki-san”, megumi retorted. “not a dateee”, nobara called out, for the 26th time that day, returning to the dresses aisle. megumi shook his head.
“fushiguro look what i found!!”, exclaimed yuuji. he held up a bright blue hoodie. “i think it would look great on you”, he said nervously. “plus it’s your favourite colour! you should try it on”
megumi had already short-circuited.
he grabbed the hoodie from yuuji and dashed towards the billing counter. “don’t you wanna try it on..?”, yuuji trailed. “no need. thanks itadori”, megumi said. yuuji’s eyes shone as he smiled brightly, holding up two thumbs.
god, i want to burn that smile into my eyelids forever.
nobara walked up beside megumi and yuuji at the counter, seemingly having picked out a orange floral print dress. “seriously, get a room”, she groaned. itadori stared back quizzically.
the first year returned back to jujutsu tech soon after.
i guess gojo’s collection of shirts had to wait because the only thing megumi wanted to wear right now was that bright blue hoodie.