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“You got everything you need?”
“Mhm.”
Satoru hums in acknowledgement as he presses the breaks slowly, letting the car ease to a stop in front of an apartment complex before he turns on the blinkers.
Yuuji hesitated a bit, his hand clenching and unclenching his bag strap before he looks at Satoru, who’s looking at him expectantly. “Something wrong?”
“What?” Yuuji asks before he shook his head. He pauses, then wets his lips with his tongue. “You sure you’ll be alright without me?”
Satoru’s blue eyes behind his shades stares at Yuuji’s face, and he gazes at him gently as he smiles at him. Yuuji wants to melt right then and there. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll be with Suguru and Shoko anyway.”
“Let me rephrase that,” a huff of laughter left Yuuji as he leans close, pressing a chaste kiss on the gap between Satoru’s cheek and nose. “You sure they will be alright with you?”
At that, Satoru lets out a sarcastic laugh, finally letting go of the steering wheel to hold Yuuji’s chin, moving his head closer so he can guide his lips against his own. “Rude, I’m a joy to be around.”
“I beg to differ.” Yuuji grins, stealing another kiss when Satoru pouted.
“So rude! Yuuji should suck my dick as an apology.” Satoru says, and Yuuji can’t tell if he was joking or being serious.
Yuuji shook his head and says, “you’re the worst.” With the softest voice he never knew he could mutter.
“The best, actually.” Satoru replies with a grin before he presses his lips on Yuuji’s forehead, staying there for a long moment, then pulling away completely, leaving Yuuji with the lingering heat of Satoru’s hands on his skin. “Go on, spend some time with your friends. Nanamin should pick you up next week for our wedding.”
Yuuji’s silent as he stares at Satoru’s eyes, peeking a bit from his shades. “Right. Of course.” He purses his lips before he removes his seatbelt while his other hand opens the car door. With his hand on the strap of his travel bag, he got out of the car then closes the door behind him with a slam!
The car door’s window rolled down slowly, making Yuuji lean down to look at Satoru who’s also looking at him with a smile. “Enjoy your week, alright? If there’s any problem, let me know.”
Yuuji smiles, the giddy feeling in his gut never leaving as he says teasingly, “of course, sensei.”
At that, Satoru’s smile widened. “What a handful you are, Yuuji-kun! Get lost already.”
Yuuji laughs, finally straightening his back before he waves at Satoru before walking over at the entrance of the apartment complex. He stops just as Satoru rolled up the window then drives off. The man watches the car leave, waiting for the black vehicle to disappear into another street.
With a dreamy sigh leaving his lips, Yuuji adjusts the travel bag on his shoulder before he walks inside the apartment complex, taking out his phone from his pocket to look at the group chat he has with his best friends, seeing the apartment number as the most recent text. He made his way to the elevator, not without greeting the attendant at the counter who waved at him in good faith.
Once he got on, he presses the floor number, then sending a text to his friends, notifying them of his arrival.
Yuuji waits in silence before the elevator door opens, letting him step out then walk to the right, keeping his eyes trained on the apartment doors before he stops where Nobara had indicated where she lives with Megumi. He smiles before he rings the bell, then waits a bit.
Now that he was aware of his surrounding, he could hear noise just at the other side of the door, which he wondered if anyone at home heard him. With that, Yuuji pressed the door bell again, before the door opens wide, revealing Nobara with an irritated expression. “I heard you the first time!”
“How would I know? What the fuck is that noise?” Yuuji asks as Nobara walks back inside the apartment, making him trail after her then closing the door behind him. His eyebrow twitched as he removed his shoes while his ears bleed at the amount of noise drowning the apartment while there was more noise just from the window across the entire apartment. “Is that… A church? They’re having a mass at this hour?”
“Yeah, they are. It’s so annoying!” Nobara complains, scratching her neck in annoyance before she opens the fridge then takes out a pitcher of water. “Just when I got home too, the priest has been talking about how today’s generation has been straying so far from the lord’s faith or something… I swear, I think I already know his entire script.” She continues as she places the pitcher on the dining table before going over to the PC, which was connected to boom speakers.
“And your solution rather than ignoring it is…” Yuuji says, trailing off as he watches Nobara turns the volume of the speakers to the max, now able to hear the song clearly that rivaled the speakers from the mass at the other side of the street. “To play WAP by Cardi B? Wouldn’t that get us in trouble?”
Nobara stuck out her tongue at him as she began dancing, or what a dance looked like when you just woke up after being shit-faced. “Fuck them. I paid for this apartment; I can do what I want.”
Yuuji watches her for a bit before he laughs, placing down his bag on the couch before he joins her, busting out the old moves he used to do in university parties. “Aye, aye, aye!” Nobara shouts as they laugh while dancing in the little dingy apartment, gaudy song drowning out the wavering religious hearing just across the street.
Then, there was a knock on the door. “Ah, that must be Megumi.” Yuuji says as he got up from the floor breakdancing to get to the door, opening it with a big grin on his face for it to only disappear when he sees that it is, in fact, not Megumi, but a police officer.
“So, who should we call?” Nobara asks, nudging Yuuji’s leg as they sit together inside a holding cell.
Yuuji purses his lips, his head resting on his hand perched on his knee. “I’d call Megumi, but I feel safer in jail.”
“Same.”
“The fuck do you mean?” Oh shit, that was Megumi.
Yuuji was eating Chinese takeout with Megumi, who’s busy on his laptop. Nobara was out for a while so it’s just them chilling together.
While Megumi was typing on his laptop with one hand, Yuuji reached over to Megumi’s plate then snatched a dumpling with his chopsticks before he places it on his own plate.
However, the theft was not left unnoticed as Megumi looked at his plate then at Yuuji, who’s innocently eating the said dumpling. And it seems the glare was heated because Yuuji looked back at him, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck did I do?”
Megumi purses his lips in annoyance before he says, “if you wanted some dim sum then you should have gotten some when we put in the order.” As he spoke, he waved around his chopsticks before he points accusingly at Yuuji. “Why would you assume you’re entitled to a dumpling?” He complains as Yuuji hangs his mouth at the audacity. “You didn’t even say do you mind or nothing.”
“You’re a psycho,” pointed Yuuji with his own chopsticks at Megumi with his brows knitted close together in annoyance. As they glare each other heatedly, Yuuji eventually raises his hand in surrender. “Alright, okay, I don’t want to fight so let’s drop this.” Yuuji says placatingly as he deflates a bit. “It’s not a big deal, alright?”
Megumi lets out an exasperated huff through his nose as he stabs one of the dumplings on his plate. “Okay, but for the record.” Yuuji raises his head from his food as he looks at Megumi questioningly. “You owe me a dumpling. I mean it.” Yuuji rolled his eyes as he returns to his food, even as the other added, “I won’t forget.”
After a moment of silence, wooden chopsticks scraping on porcelain plates, before Megumi added once more, “you owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.”
“What the fuck, Megumi?”
“Hey baby.” Yuuji smiles giddily as he places his phone’s speaker close to his hear, listening to Satoru’s recorded voice as he watches the pot of water on the stove in front of him.
While he’s busy, Nobara walks over to Megumi who just got into the apartment. “There you are! Come on, hand over the stuff, I’m starving!”
Megumi rolls his eyes as he hands over the plastic bag containing today’s craving to Nobara as he kneels down to take off his shoes.
Nobara takes the plastic bag before she grins, kneeling down in front of Megumi, who pointedly ignored her as he was busy untangling his shoelaces. Nobara reaches over the black facemask on Megumi’s face, tugging it off his face. And just as the man looked up at her in annoyance, she releases her hold on the mask, which snapped back on his face, but now it was covering his eyes!
“Oh my god,” wheezed Nobara as she points at Megumi. “It’s Gojo!”
Megumi groans, but he didn’t really take off the mask, humoring Nobara a bit as he raises his fingers in the signature pose their old teacher would do to annoy the faculty staff at university.
“Can you say yowaimo?” Nobara laughs.
From behind the mask, Megumi rolled his eyes. “Your mama.”
“Guys, come on, hand over the stuff! You want ramdon, right?” Yuuji calls out as he places his phone back on his pocket to look at his two friends fooling around at the front door.
“Yeah mom,” Nobara says mockingly as she hands over the plastic bag, and by chance she passes a glance inside it, which made her let out a confused sound. “That doesn’t look like beef.” She says just as Yuuji grabbed the bag from her, because indeed inside the bag along with the packed noodles was pork rather than beef. “It’s not ramdon from Parasite if we use pork! It’s supposed to be beef!”
Megumi walks in, free from his shoes and facemask as he places the rest of the plastic bags on the dining table. “You didn’t budget enough for me to afford the fucking beef.” He says in annoyance as he shrugs off his jacket then tosses it over the sofa.
“Then you could have bought it with your own money!” Nobara says exasperatedly, flicking her hand on Megumi’s arm who glared at her.
“Excuse me? When I have to buy the other basic necessities in this damn house?” Megumi spat, jabbing a finger at Nobara’s forehead which continued to wrinkled in rage.
“Why you little!”
“Guys, shut up! I’m cooking here!”
“You know,” starts Yuuji as he sweeps the floor, his brows pinched in an annoyed expression as he looks at Nobara who’s standing aimlessly at the center of the living room looking at her phone. “You should really do your damn chores.”
“Why should I? You’re already doing it.” Nobara drawls out as she continues to scroll through her social media with puckered lips.
Yuuji lets out a huff at the audacity. “I’m only doing it because it’s such a mess! Doesn’t Megumi do his share of the chores too? I remember him being a neat freak back in uni.”
“Yeah, and he does my share of the chores too because, I quote: you do it wrong, so just fuck off.” Nobara says, making air quotation with her free hand.
Yuuji rolls his eyes. “Yeesh, that sounds like Megumi, alright.”
“See? I told you, I,” she pauses, her eyes catching sight of something black moving at the floor before she shouts, “spider!” She freaks out as she immediately jumps on top of the couch, even stepping on the backrest to go onto higher ground away from the creature.
Since Yuuji was close to the spider, and able, he shouts in horror as he jumps up onto the coffee table, bringing the sweeper with him as his own weapon. “Fuck! Fuck, holy shit, that was big!”
“I know!” Nobara cries, clutching her phone for dear life!
“Fuck, this is why you should fucking clean your fucking house!” Yuuji shouts, pointing accusingly at Nobara who’s close to tears.
“You should kill that, fuck, it’s coming towards me!” Nobara shouts, standing on the couch as her eyes stayed trained on the offending spider.
“Um no, fuck that!” Yuuji says, pointing at the spider with the hand that’s not clutching the sweeper.
Nobara groans in frustration, her hands rubbing at her face. “Come on Yuuji, be a man!”
“What?” Yuuji uttered, his face contorting in confusion, before it morphs to exasperation. “Seriously, Nobara? You’re a total anti-sexist, a patriarchy fighter… But really, your whole world view collapses the moment there’s a fucking spider?” He states in a deadpan tone as he waits for Nobara’s response.
“Fuck you!” Nobara shouts taking the couch’s throw pillow on her person, a last-ditch effort to use as a shield against the daunting spider that continued to crawl innocently on the floor below them.
“Cool,” nodded Yuuji, his lips thinned as he rolls his eyes. “I get it, this is the real you. Nice to meet you, Kugisaki Nobara. Scared of spiders so she tells a man to kill spiders because she forgot about gender equality, right.” Yuuji rambles on, pointing at Nobara with the sweeper accusingly. “Shit like this brings the movement down, you know! This is why men like me gets discriminated to do the dirty work! It should be both men and women’s work to kill fucking spiders!”
“Shut up you asshole! Just get the fucking spider and we can talk about gender fucking equality later!” Nobara screeches, throwing the pillow at Yuuji who deflects it with his sweeper.
“The fuck are you two doing?” Came in Megumi, his hand removing his facemask as he looks at the both of them on their respective places at the couch and the coffee table.
“Get the fucking spider, Megumi! Please!” Nobara cries, her eyes looking around wildly at the floor.
“Everyone’s a fucking feminist until there’s a spider around.” Yuuji huffs, crossing his arms in defiance as he upturns his nose.
Megumi sighs, taking out the folder he was holding under his armpit. “Fine, I got it.”
Megumi was sitting on the toilet, scrolling through his phone mindlessly as he waits to finish his business when the door’s handle of the bathroom rattled vigorously. “Occupied,” said Megumi before he returns to his phone.
“Hurry up! I gotta go!” Nobara’s muffled voice came as she knocks on the wooden door hurriedly.
Megumi growls, knocking back at the door in irritation. “Fuck off! I was here first!”
“Just hurry up, god damn it!” Nobara shouts, then came in a kick from the opposite side of the door.
“What the fuck,” said Megumi exasperatedly before he shouted back, “just what the fuck! How come every time I have to poo you need to use the bathroom! I asked you if you needed to go before I occupied the fucking bathroom!”
“That was hours ago, fuck, you take so long to fucking shit, damn it!” Nobara replies, banging the door harder. “Get out of there and just do your business later!”
“Just use the fucking other bathroom!” Megumi says, now scratching his head in exasperation as he kicks the door when Nobara’s incessant banging didn’t stop. “That’s why we got this apartment for the two fucking bathrooms!”
“But my stuff is in this bathroom! You move to the other bathroom then!”
“You’re a fucking psycho! Let me shit in peace!”
“Guys! Shut up! I’m trying to watch a movie!”
At the final night that Yuuji’s staying over at Nobara and Megumi’s shared apartment, they decided to sleep on the living room, with futons laid over the floor, as they squeezed together in the middle until they’re warm and comfortable.
“Hey Yuuji,” said man hums in response as Megumi calls out to him. “Are you satisfied?”
Yuuji grins, his hands bringing the blanket under his chin. “Of course, I am. This week’s been fun. It’s just like back then during uni.”
Nobara giggles from at his left, pinching Yuuji’s forehead. “Sap.”
Megumi smiles softly as he stares at the dim ceiling above them. “What will you do after marrying Gojo?”
Yuuji hums, flicking away Nobara’s hand who still stubbornly played with his skin. “Well, right after the honeymoon… Nothing, I think? He said he wants me to be a stay at home husband.” He says as he licks his lips to moisten them. “I think he said something like he wants to make sure my injury wouldn’t hinder me too much, and I agreed, because well, I still want to get back to work, right? So, just… After a few months maybe, I’ll get back to work.”
Megumi nods, letting out a hum of response as he scratches his nose.
Silence drawled between the trio, with them just staring at the ceiling.
“You guys…” Yuuji starts, his voice weak before he clears his throat to reassess his tone. “You guys will be at the wedding, right?”
“Hah?” Nobara utters as she flicks Yuuji’s forehead, who whined at the abuse. “Of course, we will be dumbass! I bought a super cute and expensive dress and I’d be damned if I didn’t use it on an important event!”
“What kind of dumbassery are you thinking now?” Megumi says in an exasperated tone as he flicks Yuuji’s nose.
Yuuji laughs, it was soft and wavering, but they know he means well.
“Yuuji, it’s been five years.” Megumi starts, facing Yuuji and Nobara as he places his head on his hand. “We’re best friends even if you married Gojo, even if Nobara moves in with Zenin, and even if I keep teaching shitty kids in uni.”
“Could you believe it?” Nobara laughs, facing her best friends as she grins. “Megumi’s a professor, but he never helped us with homework back when we were classmates.”
“The fuck you mean? I taught you guys the lessons with dumb-downed concepts.” Megumi said accusingly, pointing at Nobara before he jabs the finger on her forehead.
“She means letting us copy your homework from before.” Yuuji laughs, getting a slap from Nobara who growls at him.
Megumi rolls his eyes before he waves his hand nonchalantly. “The point is,” he pauses, looking at Yuuji with a soft smile, a rare sight from the usually stoic bastard. “We’ll still be friends, alright? Kind of hard to let go of the shit we’ve been through.”
Yuuji grins, maybe he was a bit teary, because he uses his own blanket to wipe away his tears that clung to his eyelashes as Nobara laughs, patting Yuuji’s stomach. “Alright boys, listen up, listen up, because I’ll only say this once.” She starts as she takes a deep breath before continuing, “I love you both.”
Megumi chuckles while Yuuji laughs boisterously! Yuuji reaches over to Nobara as he ruffles her short hair while Megumi reaches over as well to pinch her cheek. “We know, dumbass.” Megumi says in a gentle tone.
“Bastards,” starts Yuuji as he messes up Nobara’s hair even more. “You guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Yeesh, we’re the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” Nobara reiterates mockingly, laughing as she slaps away their hands.
“I’m starting to feel a little sorry for you.” Megumi quips, making Yuuji let out a noise of protest.