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Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
Since he was young, Megumi Fushiguro has hated music. Despised it.
He didn’t really know why, or have a good reason. So when people asked him, and he tried to explain his lack of reasoning, he was prone to receiving some rather patronizing stares. Like he was missing out on something.
And for the longest time, Megumi didn’t understand those stares. Surely he wasn’t missing out on anything incredible, or life changing, right?
Oh, but he was.
And it was all thanks to a certain someone he met sophomore year of high school.
“Class, we have a new student today.”
Megumi takes his eyes off from the gray sky outside, and actually looks at his teacher for once. Up at the front of the classroom, stands her and a boy with pink hair, who smiles warmly at everyone.
“Please, introduce yourself to the class.” The teacher says, smiling at the new guy.
“Hey everyone!” He says rather loudly. “My name is Yuji Itadori! I hate math, and like girls such as Jennifer Lawrence.”
Everyone snickers at the last unnecessary comment, though Megumi finds himself rolling his eyes.
“Oh!” Itadori suddenly says. “I also play the violin. So, if you’re in the orchestra, I’ll see you there.”
“Alright,” the teacher says. “Itadori, thank you for your… interesting introduction. You can take a seat in the back. Next to Fushiguro.”
Megumi’s head snaps up, and he and Itadori lock eyes.
Blue-green and light brown.
Itadori’s mouth forms a little ‘o’, before he grins widely, and waltzes over. Megumi stiffens, before he looks back out the window.
Their teacher resumes class, and as she begins to drone on, Megumi feels something prod his shoulder. Looking to his right, he’s struck by the depths of warm brown eyes.
“Hey,” Itadori whispers. “You’re Fushiguro, right?”
“Stop talking,” Megumi quips. “You’ll get us in trouble.”
“Aww!” Yuji whines, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that Megumi tries hard to ignore. “Don’t be like that, man.”
“Itadori? Fushiguro? Something you two have to tell the class?”
Both boys freeze, and look up.
Glaring, their teacher sighs. “An unwise call on your first day, Itadori. And I expect better from a top student like you, Fushiguro.
“...Sorry.” Both boys mumble.
Class resumes yet again, and as Megumi keeps himself busy with actually trying to take notes, he’s interrupted a few minutes later. A crumpled up piece of paper lands on his desk, the culprit being a cheeky pink haired boy next to him.
Smiling, Itadori watches patiently as Megumi uncrumples the paper. Scribbled inside in surprisingly neat handwriting, is a note.
Fushiguro, meet me in room 340 at lunch. Oh, and please call me Yuji :)
Feeling his cheeks warm, Megumi looks out the window. Ignoring Yuji for now, he urges himself to remain calm.
But what did Yuji want? Was he gonna jump him in some deserted room and take his money?
Megumi urges himself to stop thinking, and groans as he lets his head hit his desk.
What did this guy want from him?!
As the bell for lunch rings, Yuji slaps Megumi’s shoulder, and shoots him a wink.
“See you in 340, right?”
“S-Sure,” Megumi replies, blushing. “Just… give me a few minutes.”
“No worries!” Yuji says, smiling widely. “I need some time to set up, anyways.”
Running out of the room, Megumi watches Yuji leave, utterly confused. Sighing, he waits a few minutes before standing up and leaving as well. Going to the stairwell, he walks a flight of stairs up, and goes down the hall, all the way to the end. Room 340.
Opening the door, he raises a brow as he spots Yuji. He has his back to him, his black coat jacket tossed onto a chair, revealing a white undershirt underneath that highlights his broad shoulders.
Focus! He reprimands himself.
Coughing, Megumi alerts Yuji of his presence. Spinning around, Yuji smiles.
“Oh, Fushiguro! Welcome!”
Megumi rubs his elbow, and looks away, blushing.
“Megumi…”
“Huh?” Yuju questions, taking a couple steps forward.
“Megumi.” Megumi repeats louder. “Call me Megumi.”
Yuji’s mouth forms that cute ‘o’ again, before he breaks out into his widest grin yet.
“Okay, cool! Anyways, take a seat wherever you like, Megumi .”
Megumi observes the scattered array of chairs, and picks the closest one. Plopping down haphazardly, he crosses his arms, and waits for Yuji.
“So… what did you want to show me?”
Grinning, Yuji walks over to a desk at the front of the room, and opens a black case that Megumi just now noticed. Pulling out a violin, Yuji sets it on his shoulder, and points his violin bow at Megumi.
“Prepare to be wooed, Megumi!”
“I don’t like music-”
Megumi’s rebuttal is interrupted by the screeching clash of bow against string, before Yuji breaks out into the music, and all Megumi can do is watch in amazement.
To say Yuji was good would be the understatement of the century.
He holds the violin and bow so delicately, but plays like a broken man. The tune is full of sorrow and hurt, and something within Megumi stirs.
All he can do is watch, casted under Yuji’s spell as he plays. Deft fingers expertly work the bow, and Megumi places his hand over his chest.
What was this feeling?
He doesn’t even realize it’s all over until Yuji picks his head up, the life coming back to his brown eyes and replacing the odd, far away mist that had previously been there.
“So… have you been wooed?”
“...I…”
“Woah, speechless, huh?” Yuji laughs, setting his violin down into his case. “Didn’t know I was that good.”
Megumi licks his lips and stands up, walking over to Yuji. As Yuji turns around, Megumi grabs the slightly shorter boy and hugs him, something he’s never done with anyone else up until now.
“Woah…” Yuji squeaks. “Ok, we’re hugging. Cool. Rad. Awesome.”
“Judging by that horribly depressing tune, I think you need it.” Megumi mumbles into Yuji’s neck.
Yuji’s eyes widen, before he smiles softly, and hugs back. “Thanks, Megumi.”
Tilting his head back and looking at Yuji, Megumi gently surges forward and presses his lips to one of Yuji’s cheeks. As both boys turn red, it is now Yuji’s turn to be the one speechless.
“W-What…?”
“I think you needed that too.” Megumi supplies, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Yuji barks out a laugh, as he throws an arm around Megumi and ruffles his black hair.
“You’re a funny guy, Megumi.” Yuji snickers. “Something tells me we were meant to meet.”
Megumi feels his face become hot, too hot, as he coughs and looks away.
“...Whatever you say, Mozart.”
As Yuji laughs yet again, Megumi decides he won’t change his mind.
He still doesn’t like music.
But he sure as hell loves when Yuji plays.
And for Yuji, he might just be willing to change.