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Yuuji burst out laughing before one of you could say anything.
Of course he’d find it funny – who wouldn’t?
The pink haired boy had an amused look on his face, as well as Nobara – they looked like kids, visiting an amusement park for the first time in their lives. The kind of glow that could blind someone.
Megumi, on the other hand, looked absolutely mortified.
“There must be a mistake.” Fushiguro insisted, midnight eyes looking at the receptionist, as if waiting for her to tell him that it was all a practical joke. It had been a tough day of chasing curses around, and he really wasn’t in the mood.
“It says so on our records. Your school booked three rooms for the night, but only one double, so…”
She doesn’t need to finish her sentence, and no one seems to have enough guts to complete it.
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Megumi feels like a child, thinking to himself that it’s not fair.
It wasn’t a problem that Nobara and Yuuji had rooms for themselves, no – but it would be quite challenging to share a room with you. Of course, Nobara denied your offer to pair up with her, and so did Yuuji when Megumi offered to pair up with him.
They wanted to see him struggle so bad.
It was a known fact that Fushiguro had a soft spot for you – except for the matter in question. The dark haired boy suspected that, at times, you couldn’t really understand your surroundings. All you seemed to have in your brain was sunshine and rainbows. Like you live on an entirely different planet.
That’s actually what draws him to you: your laughter, your kindness, your charisma–
“Megumi, are you listening?” Your voice snaps him out of thoughts of you.
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“There must be a mistake, ma’am. I’m pretty sure it was a room with two beds.” Yuujii’s voice emphasized the word two, mimicking his friend’s words. The pink haired sorcerer held up two fingers, pushing the joke even further.
Nobara laughed – a genuine, open mouthed laugh. It was about damn time the universe decided it was time for you and Megumi to face your feelings. Itadori had a strong feeling that it wasn’t the universe, no – it was the strongest sorcerer, the honoured one who decided it would be funny to fuck with his students.
And it was.
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“I’m sorry, you were saying?” A flushed looking Fushiguro asked, with eyes that screamed sincere apologies.
“I was saying,” You start, motioning towards the almost-empty takeout box. “you can have the last dumpling if you want to.”
Megumi was astonished – his gaze fell on your face, and then on the last dumpling on the box – it almost felt like the food was judging him, giving him a side eye glance. The last thing he cared about was food, but he carried on.
“Hey, no, no. Absolutely not. Are you kidding me?” He asks, eyebrows knitting together. “Leaving you hungry is the ultimate recipe for disaster.”
His words earned an honest laugh from you, and you felt your heart growing bigger with warmth. You clicked your chopsticks towards the food, embracing his kind action – masked with a bit of sassiness, otherwise it wouldn’t be Megumi Fushiguro.
He loved when it was just the two of you, when he could allow himself to be his best self. The dark haired boy had a soft spot for you – which was a well known fact at Jujutsu High. Fushiguro grew tired of dodging questions from left to right in order to avoid spilling about his feelings, to which he’s very protective of – Megumi is nothing short of loving.
“Are you uncomfortable?” You ask, after a brief moment of silence. “To share a bed with me? We can arrange something else, you know?”
The way you so lightly addressed the elephant in the room makes his heart skip a beat, and he silently appreciates it. You were always braver than him.
“Um, no, no. I don’t think so. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He confesses, a wave of heat blooming on his pale cheeks. You smile at his actions, shortly after taking a sip of soda. Your feet are resting on the coffee table, takeout paper plates long discarded. Everything looks, feels domestic. Megumi feels like he’s about to combust.
“Megumi,” The way you say his given name makes him crumble inside, face naturally moving closer to yours. “There’s nothing you can do to make me uncomfortable. You know that.”
Ah, there it is, the thing he fears the most.
Trust.
The something he desperately clings to, the one thing he doesn’t want to give away so easily. The main thing you give to him so open-heartedly. You’re so kind, so soft, it leaves him confused.
“Yeah, yeah. Of course I know.”
You chuckle at his lie. Megumi Fushiguro is a terrible, horrible liar.
“Sometimes I feel like I make you uncomfortable, you know? It feels like you’re avoiding me, sometimes. Like you’re hiding something. I don’t know” You spill, looking at him – there’s not a single drop of venom in your words, just like he knows there isn’t a bad bone in your body. Maybe there is, but he doesn’t care. You could walk all over Megumi and he’d thank you for it.
“I– God, no. No, of course not.” His heart is beating terribly fast in it’s cage. How could you think that? How could he make you think that? He’ll never, forgive himself, hell, he’ll never–
“That’s good to know, cause I actually like you a lot.”
Your words freeze in time, get lost in the air. All he can hear is your breathing, the soft humming coming from the cheap fridge in the corner of the motel room. You look angel-like under the soft yellow halo coming from the one lamp in the bedroom, and the feeling inside of him bursts.
He’s tired – so, so tired of pretending he doesn’t have feelings for you. He wants to hold you in his arms and never let go, Megumi wants to protect you from the outside world. He desperately, selfishly needs to make you his.
When words lack, actions speak.
His body moves closer to yours – you feel dangerously calm, like this is one of those moments, the ones you carry inside of your heart for your whole life. Fushiguro slowly – awfully slowly – takes your face in his hands. Your big eyes looking up at him, with warmth and expectation.
Gently, he places a kiss on your lips. It’s so soft you barely feel it. And then another one – this one lasts longer, electrifying your whole body with its meaning. The third time he kiss you is when your teeths clash softly against each other, when he slides his tongue against yours after you give him a silent permission.
You taste like day-old lipgloss and Cola. Megumi tastes faintly of chocolate and mint. It somehow goes together, like you’ve always belonged like this.
“I like you too, idiot.” He mumbles in between kisses, and you smile against his lips.
He feels at peace, and so do you.