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Megumi frequently stares. He doesn’t mean to, at least not all the time, but he always finds himself looking at someone maybe a little too hard. He doesn’t mean it in a rude way, rather he’s just always looking to determine the next best step of action is or thinking of what to say.
Yuuji knows this, because he knows Megumi, but lately it feels like Megumi’s burning a hole through him whenever he looks at him. He can feel his eyes on him even when Yuuji’s doing something else!
They haven’t been dating for long, only around 5 months, but they were friends for quite a long time before Nobara finally forced Megumi to confess. They haven’t done many romantic things, per say, the most affectionate thing Yuuji has called Megumi may or may not still be ‘dude’, but they are making some progress!
For example, last week Yuuji had asked Megumi to watch a movie with him in his dorm, to which Megumi agreed– but only if it wasn’t any of the Human Earthworm movies (Yuuji could only sadly nod). What Megumi didn’t know was that Yuuji chose a different movie that had a plethora of jumpscares, which left him clinging to Megumi’s arm the whole time. Megumi had felt awkward, with his other arm kinda just laying at his side.
He had sighed, shook Yuuji off of the arm he was holding on to for dear life and instead wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him in close. Yuuji felt surprised, not taking Megumi for one to initiate the first move (after all, it wasn’t his idea to confess) and smiled up at him. Megumi had returned the smile, albeit softer and smaller, using his other hand to hold Yuuji’s in his lap. They stayed like that for the rest of the movie, with Yuuji feeling safer in his boyfriend's arms.
And hey, that counted as romantic! Even though they hadn’t kissed or anything yet… they were getting there. Which, is why Megumi’s deathly stare at Yuuji is worrying him. Did he already make Megumi wanna break up with him? Did he find someone else who wasn’t scared of horror movies? Did he want to kill hi–
“Did I do something?” Yuuji blurted out, trying to stop the last thought from finishing. He awkwardly turned his head towards Megumi, who was still staring at him, his face being unreadable as ever, and his hands in his lap.
“Huh?” Megumi blinked, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “No? Why would you ask that?” He asked, scooting closer to Yuuji on his bed.
“Oh– Uh. You’ve just been staring at me–“ Megumi’s starts to cut in, but Yuuji quickly talks over him, “I know you always stare! I just mean, like, it feels like… I don’t know. You’ve been burning a hole through my chest or something…” Yuuji sighs, running a hand through his short hair. He nervously breaks eye contact with the black haired boy, choosing to look at his own lap instead.
Megumi gives a soft laugh, “Damn. I didn’t think I was that obvious.” Yuuji looks back up at him, the amusement evident on Megumi’s face.
“So you do want me dead?” Yuuji throws out, quickly moving towards the end of the bed, his hands raised in self defense.
“What? No! I just– Put your hands down!” Megumi, even faster than Yuuji, tackles the other to the floor. He may be quicker, but definitely not stronger, so he ends up underneath Yuuji, with his head barely nudging the side of the bed.
“That’s exactly what someone who is trying to kill me would say!” He shoots out, his hands caging Megumi below him, their faces hovering inches apart.
Megumi blushes, and Yuuji realizes the position the two are in. He doesn’t do anything about it though, choosing to keep Megumi locked. “I don’t want to kill you Yuuji, I just–“ He breathes out, slightly shaking his head, “I really wanna kiss you.”
Oh. That makes sense.
Yuuji’s face turns shades lighter than his hair, as he nervously leans back, sitting in a bow shape. “Megumiii,” He whines, putting his face in his hands. Megumi sits up too, copying Yuuji’s position but leaning against the bed frame, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.
“Did you not want to? Because it’s fine if n–“
“No I do– just, shit…” His words are muffled by his hands, but Megumi gets the gist. Megumi reaches out to lower Yuuji’s hands and lowers them. Yuuji slowly lifts his eyes to meet Megumi’s, who are focused, concentrated.
“Can I, then?” Megumi asks, rubbing his thumb gently over Yuuji’s knuckles, taking in Yuuji’s flushed expression.
“I– yeah…” Yuuji says, fluttering his eyes closed, feeling Megumi’s hands on his face rather than his own hands. He then feels Megumi’s lips on his own– soft and wet, like he had licked his lips before kissing him (something Yuuji regretted not doing).
Yuuji realized he hadn’t been kissing back when Megumi pulled away, his cheeks a faint red and his eyes blown out with something Yuuji could only read as affection.
“Is something wrong?” Megumi asked, his hands still resting on Yuuji’s face– which is in a similar state as Megumi’s.
Yuuji, instead of answering with words, answers with action– pushing himself back into Megumi, his hands snaking to his waist, effectively pinning him against the bed. Megumi quickly reciprocates, moving his lips in tandem with Yuuji’s. Nothing is running through Yuuji’s head, other than the feeling of Megumi’s lips against his own, his slender fingers cold against his face, and his body underneath his.
Megumi’s hand moves to Yuuji’s chest, gently pushing him back, breathing hard. He wouldn’t have pulled away if not for fear of passing out. “Yuuji…” A small smile finds its way onto his face, a warm feeling filling his chest– one that he only feels when he’s with Yuuji.
Yuuji only looks at him, an even wider, close-lipped smile on his face.
“Have you kissed anyone before?” Yuuji asks, squeezing Megumi’s waist, making the black haired boy let out a small grunt.
“No… that was my first. Have you?”
“I– What? That was your first kiss? N–No way!” Yuuji sputters out, a look of confusion painting his face.
“It was, though.” Megumi has an amused grin on his face, “Do I look like the type to have kissed anyone before?”
“Well, No– but still! I’ve kissed people before, but you’re way better than me!” Yuuji sadly says, his lips turning into an exaggerated frown.
“What can I say?” Megumi smirks, pinching Yuuji’s cheek, “I’m just naturally good at everyth–“
He didn’t finish his sentence, his words swallowed by Yuuji, who’s pressing particularly hard against his lips.
“Mmph-“