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itadori enters his room with a yawn, stretching and scratching his stomach. he flops onto his bed, and just as he was about to take a quick nap before dinner, he notices a sleek, black tube on his nightstand, a tube that he hasn’t seen before.
he gets up and takes a look at it before opening it. ah, it was one of kugisaki’s lipsticks. she left it in his room last time because she was practicing makeup on him. itadori shuddered. he would never forget when she poked his eye while trying to apply mascara. the thought of it made him want to gag.
examining the lipstick a bit more, itadori couldn’t help but want to try it out on himself. his lips were fairly pink, but what how would bright red look like on him? the more he contemplated it, the stronger the urge. kugisaki wouldn’t care, she left it in his room so it must not have been that important in the first place. eventually, he gave in and carefully applied it, watching himself in the mirror as red painted his rosy lips.
rubbing it across his lips and giving it a few smacks - cause that’s what kugisaki said to do -, itadori looked at himself in the mirror. he didn’t really feel all that different, but that was expected, it was just a different lip color. he wondered why kugisaki liked it so much. itadori grabbed a tissue and was about to wipe it off when -
“hey, yuuji,” fushiguro said as he walked in, “can i borrow-”
fushiguro paused, a look of confusion crossed his face. itadori felt his cheeks heat up as his lover began to eye him up and down, not even reacting to his appearance. it wasn’t major, but fushiguro always noticed these things, even when itadori cut an inch off his hair.
panicking, itadori racked his brain for an excuse, but nothing was believable. fushiguro probably didn’t care that much, but if he told kugisaki, he’d be dead meat.
“what…are you doing?” fushiguro asked, slowly walking closer.
“...putting on kugisaki’s lipstick…” itadori sheepishly admitted. fushiguro wouldn’t tell her, he wouldn’t…right?
fushiguro just stared at the other for a bit, confusion painted on his face. after a few seconds of awkward silence and staring, he chuckled. itadori loved his smile so much.
“why?” fushiguro asked between laughs. “you know she’s gonna kill you if she finds out.”
“i got curious..” itadori mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “does..does it look weird?”
he didn’t know why he was acting so shy, he usually was the one making fushiguro all flustered and embarrassed. but he was so caught off guard that he didn’t know how to act.
fushiguro just laughed again and kissed itadori’s forehead. “not at all. i mean, it’s not like it’s any different than usual, so of course i’m gonna think you look good.”
itadori blushed. “god, megumi, when did you get so cool?”
“what, so i wasn’t cool before?”
“i didn’t say that.” itadori giggled as he rolled his eyes and kissed fushigiro who kissed back with even more vigor.
itadori noticed that when he kissed fushiguro, his lipstick smeared all over him, painting his lover’s pale pink lips a crimson color. the sight of it gave him an fun, little idea.
“fushiguro,” itadori said as he gestured to his bed, “go sit down for me.”
confused but compliant, fushiguro did as he was told, sitting awkwardly on the edge. “what are you doing?”
itadori just winked and smirked. “you’ll see.”
-
littering his boyfriend with kisses, itadori reapplied his lipstick, finding any empty space on fushiguro to leave a bright-red kiss mark.
“this is starting to tickle,” fushiguro giggled out as itadori pressed another kiss on his cheek. “i probably look so stupid right now.”
“not at all,” itadori denied, “you look pretty.”
itadori kissed fushiguro’s forehead, his pale skin marked by a red kiss. his entire face and collarbone was covered in lipstick, and itadori only wanted to leave more.
“do you even have any more space?” fushiguro asked, accidentally wiping some lipstick off his cheek.
“mhm,” itadori hummed before kissing his lover’s chin. “i could even make you take off your shirt for me to kiss all over it if i wanted to.”
“well, what’s stopping you?” fushiguro teased, chasing after itadori’s lips.
itadori chuckled. “seriously, when did you get so cool, being all flirty and shit.”
fushiguro just rolled his eyes. “well, are you going to?”
“nah,” itadori said as he kissed the bridge of fushiguro’s nose, “this is enough, i like this.”
“hm?” fushiguro raised a brow. “like what?”
itadori snuggled up against fushiguro, listening to the beating of his heart. “this, us.”
fushiguro smiled softly and wrapped his arms around itadori’s waist, clinging onto him tightly as he laid back down on the bed. “me too.”
the two stayed like that for a while, not moving or talking, simply just existing with each other. heartbeats connected and synced, everything felt ok for once. itadori loved fushiguro, and fushiguro loved itadori.
it was only until a slight shift that caused the lipstick to roll off the bed and hit the floor, causing the two to remember what was going on.
itadori looked up at his lover and giggled. “oh my god, i completely forgot about the lipstick all over your face.”
“yeah, that’s because of you.” fushiguro rolled his eyes with a grin. “do i wipe it off now?”
itadori shook his head and grabbed his phone. “not yet, i wanna take a picture.”
fushiguro rolled his eyes again, but he still looked at the camera when itadori told him to.
“perfect!” itadori beamed, secretly setting that picture as his lock screen.
“just how many pictures do you have of me?” fushiguro asked, peering at his lover’s phone.
“like, a million.”
the two shared a giggle and a kiss with a warmness in their hearts. itadori loved his boyfriend so much, more than anything.
“don’t you think you take too many pictures of me?”
itadori hummed. “what do you mean?”
“like i get it when it’s when we’re out on a date and you wanna take a picture,” fushiguro explained, “but sometimes, you just take pictures of me when we’re doing things that don’t really matter, like yesterday when i was just reading and you took a picture because you said i looked pretty.”
“well, you do, you are,” itadori said like it was a fact. fushiguro rolled his eyes, but the red tint on his face told a different story.
“ok, but it’s not like what we were doing is important or special, so why even take the pictures?”
itadori snuggled up against fushiguro, ear over his heart. “any moment spent with you is special to me, and for as long as i live, i want to remember every moment.”
those words alone were meaningful enough and had enough love to last a lifetime, but knowing itadori’s fate made them even more lovely; it made them sadder too, more solemn and grim. itadori’s ‘for as long as i live’ wasn’t as long as fushiguro’s, and it never would be.
“for as long as i live…” fushiguro repeated, his gaze avoiding itadori’s. fushiguro dwelled on the future more than he and itadori liked, but he couldn’t help it. one day, itadori’s heart would fall flat, and his smile would cease to exist. one day, itadori would leave, and fushiguro would have to watch him leave. fate was a cruel, twisted thing, and so was love.
“hey, megumi.”
fushiguro finally looked at his boyfriend and immediately felt a pair of soft, warm lips against his own. they’ve kissed dozens and dozens of times, but there was still magic in each one, and they both felt it.
“don’t think about it,” itadori said with a smile, though there was pain in his voice. “i’m here now, so don’t think about it.”
no matter how many times itadori said that, fushiguro would always think about it. before he went to bed, when he woke up, always. it never left his mind, it only lingered, and itadori couldn’t blame him, he was the same. he was the one that was going to die, he was the one that was leaving everybody behind. but even so, he held his head up high and smiled like he had just as much time as everybody else.
“i love you, megumi.”
“i love you too, yuuji.”