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It was quiet, Megumi thought as he laid on the sofa with his head leaned against the armrest, legs stretched out and a pillow under his head. Megumi usually enjoyed this peace of mind because it wasn’t often he got a quiet room all to himself before Gojo invaded and disrupted the peace with his loud proclamations and excitement. Megumi didn’t think it was kind of endearing in the slightest, and he would deny the warm feeling bubbling up in his chest if he was ever asked about it.
But ever since Yuji had appeared in his life, and especially recently since they started dating, he had gotten used to having a presence around constantly, someone’s murmurs surrounding him at all times and a warm body pressed against his own, whether it be their hands linked together, their knees pressed together or either of their heads on the other’s shoulders.
Anyways, the point was that this silence was odd and Megumi should be enjoying it but instead he found himself missing the pink-haired energetic boy that he could call his boyfriend now. That was both a weird and exciting thing to think about. Yuji was his boyfriend, they were dating, they should kiss now and it wouldn’t be weird.
That was kind of really cool, in Megumi’s opinion. He’d never really been a very affectionate person growing up, Gojo was a lot to deal with, especially after the life he’d lived before meeting him, and him and Tsumiki weren’t physically affectionate so there weren’t very many hugs.
And then he met Yuji, who’s love language was so clearly physical touch. He adored hugs, constantly bounding around and wrapping his arms around his friends and his superiors. Gojo was more than happy to receive them, patting Yuji on the end whenever he saw him as well; Nobara was more hesitant and it took her a while to get used to it but then she was always happy for a hug, asking Yuji to carry her on his back often times.
And Megumi? He was confused about it when they first met and perhaps more hesitant than Nobara had been but he warmed up to it after experiencing the hugs himself. It was nice, Yuji was a great hugger, he squeezed just enough for it to be comforting and protective and not suffocating. The fact that Sukuna’s vessel practically radiated warmth like a heater was also a positive considering Megumi tended to run a little colder, he suspected this was a result of his shadows technique.
But the touch didn’t stop at the hugs, or at least with Megumi it didn’t. Yuji always sat close to him, their legs touching or their arms brushing against each other. He also didn’t hesitate to drop his head onto Megumi’s shoulder whenever he felt tired, which was usually in the car on the way back to the school after a mission. It was harder for Megumi to initiate the touch but he readily accepted it all.
Megumi was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door sliding open and he lifted his gaze from the book he had been mindlessly flicking through to see Yuji standing there, stifling a yawn with his hand.
“You look tired.” Megumi commented, closing the book, and trailing his eyes over Yuji. His boyfriend’s hair was slightly messy, as though he had just woken up, and from the hoodie and shorts he was dressed in, Megumi thought it was safe to assume that he had in fact just woken up.
“I am.” Yuji mumbled; his eyebrows furrowed.
“Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah, but then I woke up. Couldn’t go back to sleep.” Yuji sighed, sliding across the room on his socks over to Megumi and grabbing the book from his hands, marking it with the bookmark and putting it on the coffee table.
“What –” Megumi began but was cut off when Yuji simply laid down in between Megumi’s legs and dropped his head onto the darker haired boy’s chest with a content huff.
“This okay?” Yuji asked, his voice barely audible.
“Yeah, it’s always okay.” Megumi nodded his head, his tone soft and dripping fondness as he reached a hand up and threaded his fingers through Yuji’s pink locks, carding through his hair and he felt Yuji’s body relax.
“That feels nice.” Yuji slurred; his words almost indiscernible as he grew closer to sleep.
“I’ll do it more often then.” Megumi whispered, unsure if his words were even heard because Yuji’s breathing evened out and his body grew heavier. He felt Yuji’s fingers wrap around the fabric of his shirt and he brought his hand up to wrap around his body protectively while the other hand continued weaving through Yuji’s hair.
Megumi pressed a feather-light kiss to Yuji’s forehead and laid his head back, a small smile appearing on his face. His entire body felt warmer the second Yuji laid on him and it was probably a mix of Yuji’s natural warmth and just their close proximity. He had no doubt his cheeks were flushed right now and he was grateful Yuji was asleep and couldn’t tease him about it.
He wasn’t as confident as Yuji was when it came to expressing his feelings or showing his affection.
Yuji’s love came in the form of grand proclamations, loud kisses on Megumi’s cheeks and the best hugs Megumi had ever experienced in his life. Yuji was so confident with his love and he spoke everything that came to mind, so truthful and honest that it shocked Megumi to his core because he was used to people making things up or finding round about ways to say what they truly meant. But not Yuji, no… he said what he meant from the first time and he wasn’t afraid to.
Megumi’s love was in the form of subtle touches, his pinkie linking with Yuji’s as they walked or if he was feeling slightly bold, he would lace their fingers together. It came in the form of brief kisses on the forehead and light brushes of his lips against whatever skin he could find of Yuji’s, it came in quiet protectiveness and always watching Yuji’s back on missions, he would linger back when Yuji jumped into a fight headfirst and make sure no one even got close.
“Sleep,” he murmured, “I’ll keep you safe.”