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Megumi stared at the paper held out in front of him, black and orange marker against pink construction paper.
“Absolute RAGER, TONIGHT @ 9
Location: Pandas room
DO NOT TELL GOJO SENSEI!”
Whoever made the poster was aiming for a “metal” font, the effort was there, with little pandas drawn dancing and DJing all over the page. It didn’t look too bad, just a little rushed.
“What’s this?” He asked, blinking.
Yuuji peeked out from behind the poster, a grin on his face “What does it look like? It’s a party! A true, high school party! I’ve never been to one before. Have you?” He looked to Megumi, blinking expectantly.
“No. And I’m not going tonight.”
Yuuji’s jaw dropped, his arms falling to his sides. “We have to go! We may not have an opportunity like this again, you know. Who knows what could happen!”
Megumi rolled his eyes, “Locked in Panda's room, with you and our four other classmates, music so loud I can’t hear myself think, and dealing with a hungover Nobara the next day? Sounds like a great opportunity, lots of fun,” Megumi replied, knowing exactly what would happen.
“Oh, it won’t be that bad! It sounds fun. Come on, Fushi! Come with me?” Yuuji grinned at him, eyes wide with excitement.
‘ Fushi’
His chest ached at the nickname, his scowl softening. Who was he to deny Itadori Yuuji?
“Fine, but I’m not drinking.” He said, steeling his gaze.
Yuuji looked at the poster, eyes scanning over the scarce text. “It doesn’t say anything about alcohol…” He said quietly, questioningly. “I’m not even sure who would be able to buy us alcohol.” Megumi shrugged, beginning to walk away. “Let’s just drop it before I change my mind.”
“Get excited, Fushiguro! Tonight is going to be an absolute rager !” Yuuji quickly followed next to him, holding up the poster once more. His cheeks were pink, brought out by his hair. Megumi could feel Yuuji’s excitement buzzing around him, settling in his chest; a contagious thing. A disease, if you asked Megumi. He paused as he read over the poster once more.
“Maybe there will be alcohol,” Yuuji concluded. “You don’t have to drink, I’d just want you there. It wouldn’t be as fun without you.” He said it without a second thought like he didn’t even have to think about it. Like Yuuji just felt that way.
Megumi can’t even think of a reply, but luckily he doesn’t have to.
“I’ve never been drunk before. Think it’s like in the movies?” Yuuji pondered, tapping his chin.
“I highly doubt it’s like the movies. You will have to report back to me on that.”
“Ah! Now I have to get drunk, it’s a science experiment. Thesis: Is getting drunk in real life similar to getting drunk in the movies?”
“I think you mean hypothesis.” Megumi couldn’t believe this was who his brain chose to have a crush on, an idiot with pink hair and a death wish.
Yuuji turned red, a sheepish smile creeping onto his lips. “I guess I did, yeah.”
“What’s the password?” Panda attempting to disguise his voice, called from behind the door.
“Password? What password?” Yuuji questioned, flipping the poster around in his hands frantically.
Megumi looked between Yuuji and the door, blinking. This is Panda’s party, so naturally, the password would be idiotic.“There isn’t a password,” Megumi answered, and a few moments later the door opened.
“Welcome to Pandas absolute rager, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi.” Panda stood with his arm out, welcoming them inside.
It was a large room, with a large doorway into a separate room.
There was some pop music playing on his speakers, loudly. The room was drowning in blue and green light, moving around like the ocean. Soon the colors changed, to purple and red, pink and orange. Changing between random combinations.
There was a long table against one of the walls of his room, filled with snacks, soda, and alcohol. Shocking. Across from the table was a couch, and a chair, a coffee table in the middle with more snacks.
As they stepped further into the room, Yuuji spotted a lamp in the corner of the floor, “Panda! Is that my galaxy projector lamp?!” He exclaimed, looking at Panda while pointing at the thing.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Itadori.” He said, voice grave.
All the third years were already in the room, Toge and Yuuta sitting on the couch.
Maki and Nobara were mixing drinks at the table, pouring soda and liquor into a cup.
“Try it, Maki! Trust me on this!”
“Kugisaki, this tastes like poison!”
“The more you drink, the less you’ll care about the taste! Inumake, back me up here!” Nobara shouted, turning to where the boy was sitting.
“Salmon.”
“I’ll try it!” Yuuji grinned, practically sprinting towards the two girls. He grabbed the cup from Nobara, taking a big gulp. Maki watched Yuuji, arms crossed across her chest, eyes narrowed.
Yuuji stilled, eyes going mysteriously blank before he shuddered violently. “What the hell did you put in this, Nobara?” He asked weakly.
“It’s… Vodka,” She confessed, scratching the back of her head.
“Just vodka?” Yuuji asked, blinking. Megumi could see the light dying in his eyes.
“Maybe.”
Maki snatched the cup from Yuuji’s hand, her attention turning towards Nobara. “What were you thinking, no mixers? Nobara, you could’ve killed him!”
Nobara gasped, “No one has ever died from vodka before, and if you’re drinking to get drunk, why not just cut to the chase!”
Judging by the look on Yuuji’s face, Megumi was certain people had died from vodka. He heard Yuuta and Toge laughing from where they sat, Maki frozen in disbelief. Megumi quickly poured some Sprite into a cup, handing it to Yuuji. “Drink this, before you’re stuck like that.”
Yuuji took the cup, muttering a quiet “Thank you,”
Panda walked over to the table, laying out seven cups. He poured everyone's drinks, mixing the liquor and sodas confidently. As he handed them out, Megumi refused him.
“I already told Itadori, I’m not drinking tonight.”
“But I made you a personalized drink. It would be rude to deny it, Fushiguro. I suited it to your personality.” He insisted, the cup now in Fushiguro's face.
He shook his head, “Someone needs to stay sober in case something happens,”
Panda nodded, “I see. If that’s the case, you shouldn’t worry. I can’t get drunk. I’d rather you kids have a good time anyway.”
Yuuji suddenly appeared next to him, his drink untouched. “Don’t feel pressured, but we could have one drink together. Just to try it, It could be fun!” He smiled kindly, holding a thumbs up.
Megumi stared at the drink in his hand, unsure how it got there. Don’t feel pressured. He didn’t, oddly enough. Panda had already joined the upperclassmen and Nobara, dancing unashamedly in the other room. He's looking back at Yuuji, his drink held up in a hesitant “cheers”.
“One drink?”
“Only if you want to!”
Megumi nodded, “Okay. Okay, cheers, Itadori!” He clinked their cups together, bringing the cup back to his lips and chugging.
Yuuji beamed at him, “Cheers, Fushi!” Determination in his voice, followed behind him as he brought the cup to his lips.
It was sour, burning all the way down, and the tang of lime juice only enhanced that feeling. He loved it. Setting the cup down, Megumi blinked, hard. Glancing back at Yuuji, a legitimate giggle tore from his throat.
Yuuji froze, shocked, but soon broke out into a fit of laughter. “This is dangerous,” He decided.
Megumi couldn’t help but agree, a woosh of something washing over him as he straightened himself out. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he nodded, “I want another.” Megumi decided, eyes falling on the array of beverages in front of him on the table.
Yuuji’s eyes filled with awe, “Think of the possibilities, Fushiguro.”
Megumi couldn’t stop thinking, ever, until this moment. “We should do shots, right? I mean that’s what they always do in the movies.” Megumi couldn’t believe himself, one drink in and he feels like he’s been freed from reality.
“I like your mind, Fushi. I like it a lot.”
Megumi could feel his cheeks heating up, a serious thing that traveled down his neck.
Yuuji moved, taking Megumi's place in front of the beverages. “Shots, like in the movies. Let’s do one for now, take it slow. Play it smart.” He grabbed one of the bottles, a larger glass bottle, clear with a tan label on the front. “I think this is what Nobara gave me earlier, but second times a charm, right? How much is even in a shot, like that much?” He rambled, pouring the liquid into their glasses until it was about ⅓ of the way full.
Megumi was staring, probably. Play it slow, take it smart. Itadori was getting to him, him being considerate and kind. Or the alcohol. Maybe all of it was getting to Megumi. “Looks great, let's do this.” He nodded once, taking one of the cups. Downing the shot, Megumi wanted to wash his thoughts of Yuuji away. It did, for the most part. They made eye contact a moment later.
Yuuji leaned back on his heels, eyes raking over Megumi. “You look different.”
His eyes narrowed, “What?” Defensive, a small taste of insecurity under Yuujis eyes.
Yuuji must have noticed it. He shakes his head, “You look good,” Yuuji clarifies, “I-I like it.” He laughed, carefree. Grabbing Megumi's hand he led them to the joint room, joining the others.
Megumi didn’t have a chance to question Yuuji, he didn’t want to. They’re jumping to the music, dancing. Maki is killing it, a shocked Nobara exclaiming, “Maki really knows how to move! Why didn’t anyone mention this?!”
Yuuta and Toge have stolen Yuuji, the three of them moving ridiculously to the music. Nobara is circling Megumi like a hawk, twirling around with her hands in the air. He’s laughing, another drink has spawned in his hand, no doubt Panda’s doing. Maki joins Nobara in her circling, and they’re screaming the lyrics to whatever song is playing. They each grab one of Megumi’s hands, pulling him in.
His eyes found Yuuji, who was already looking at him. He smiles, and Yuujis's grin grows impossibly wide. They’re pulled towards each other, toe to toe. “Shots?” Megumi suggests, already pulling Itadori with him to the table.
They take two this time. It’s stupid, Megumi’s already so drunk he can’t feel his teeth, and Yuuji is rocking back and forth where he stands. They stay there for a minute, watching everyone else on the designated dance floor.
He feels eyes on him, and naturally when he looks over his gaze is met with Yuuji. “Why do you keep staring at me?” Megumi asks, surprising himself.
Yuuji shrugs, a soft smile spreading across his face. “I already told you,” He leans forward, “You look good.”
He laughs, “You keep saying that.”
“It’s true! Everyone knows you’re hot, Fushi. And now you’re all red, which-- I’ve never seen you red before, are you warm? Is it because of the dancing?” He asks, looking concerned. When Megumi turns to face away from him, trying to escape his suffocating gaze, Yuuji hums. “Is it because of me?” He asks, a whisper in Megumi’s ear. When Megumi turns to face him, because he can’t make up his mind, he finds Itadori impossibly close, face to face.
“Maybe,” Megumi breathes out, “Could be the alcohol.” He shrugs, be fucking cool. The first coherent thought he’s had since he chugged that vodka sour from Panda, hours earlier.
“No, it’s me.” Yuuji concludes, “Hypothesis if I kissed you right now, would you be okay with that?”
“Gojo-sensei should really get you a science tutor, Itadori.” Megumi replies without thought, “I don’t think you know what a hypothesis is.” He’s concerned, but that’s not the point.
“Could you just answer the question? Please.” Yuuji, kind, hot, considerate, nice Yuuji, standing in front of Megumi, asking to kiss him. His eyes were blown wide, the sleeves of his yellow hoodie pushed up to his elbows. His lips were puffy and red. His pink hair was a mess, and Megumi just couldn’t--
“I want your tongue down my throat, like, yesterday.” He pulled him in by his hoodie, and the kiss was exactly how Megumi imagined it. Probably. Saliva, alcohol, the lingering taste of Coca-Cola. It was good, Megumi was short-circuiting. He wanted his hands everywhere, but they settled soon enough, one in Yuuji's hair, the other still clinging to his hoodie for dear life.
Yuuji kissed him like he meant something, tender but powerful. Megumi was the first to pull back, fighting between passing out and Yuuji. Sucking in a deep breath, he took a step back, hand releasing its grip but staying on Yuuji’s chest. He could feel the muscle under his hands, eyes locked onto it. His eyes trailed up Yuuji’s neck, lingering on his adam's apple, then his lips, before he finally met his eyes.
“You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met.”
Megumi stilled, eyes locked onto Yuuji. He just keeps saying stuff, easily, with no thought behind it; feeling not thinking. Megumi was going to explode.
“Why’d they even try brainwashing people with LSD? Truth serum, alcohol. It’s all the same.” He rambled. Yuuji started laughing, “I can’t shut up, Fushi. This is bad, what if I tell you stuff I can't tell you!”
Megumi swallowed, “What can’t you tell me? I want to know. I want to know, like, everything.”
Yuuji shook his head, “I have to shut up now, can we kiss again? Keep my mouth busy.”
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, “I could do that, yeah.”
Busy Yuuji was with his mouth on Megumi’s. Yuuji licked Megumi’s lips, tentatively, waiting for permission. “You said you wanted my tongue down your throat, yeah?” He whispered against his lips, Megumi gasping into the kiss, breathing in Yuuji’s hot breath.
This kiss was messy, too much tongue, confident but with no mind to finesse. Hands traveled everywhere, Yuuji’s back, neck, hair, ass. His hand was on his best friend's ass, chest pounding, vibrating from the heavy bass of the music. He gave it a squeeze, uncharted waters. Yuuji whined, high and needy. It was the best thing Megumi had ever heard, something inside him snapping.
He pulled away, suddenly too aware, mind racing, “I keep forgetting there are people in here,” He said, avoiding Yuuji’s gaze.
Yuuji nodded, “Smart. You’re super smart, you know that? Really good kisser, too. Knew you would be, always thought you would be.” he trails off, eyes never leaving Megumi’s. “We can always kiss later, too, in my room. Or your room. If you want to, obviously.” That gets Megumi’s attention, always.
Yuuji has thought about kissing him before and wants to do it again, later, anywhere and everywhere. It’s electrifying, to be wanted by Yuuji. Before he can question it, Yuuji grabs his hand again, “I love this song! Come on, let’s dance!”
They join the others, who seem unbothered and probably didn’t even register their absence.
Do you mind if I wild out
A little
Cause I’m just a little drunk
And I wanna come party with you
A little
He’s dancing with Yuuji this time, no one dragging them away from each other. Megumi’s hand is still in Yuuji’s, a minor detail that makes Megumi’s heart flip.
Can I look into your eyes?
I can tell that you’re high too
But that’s okay baby
‘Cause I just wanna party with you
Yuuji does look a little high, lost in the music, hands on Megumi, laughing as they tumble over each other. Soon, Yuuji’s chest is against his back, and he’s not exactly sure what they’re doing, but he loves it. Yuuj’s hand is on his hip, a light touch that sends shivers throughout Megumi’s body. He thrives off of it, the hand guiding him just a little closer, no room for Jesus or whatever.
But I just wanna party with you
All night
Then Yuuji is twirling him around, a genuine twirl, holding their hands above them.
Because you make me happy
That’s right
There’s a fire in Yuuji’s eyes, warm and inviting. His face is flushed, breathing heavily. He’s suddenly pulled back in, chest to chest.
They’re moving, and then there's a new presence behind Megumi. Glancing back, it’s Nobara. She’s smiling a wide, wild thing. Happiness is the only word he can find to describe what’s radiating off her. They’re all moving together, laughing. He’s laughed a lot tonight, probably more than he’s ever laughed in his life.
I only wanna party with you
Tonight
He’s sandwiched between the two, his two best friends. He feels all warm and gooey, it’s a foreign feeling.
Because you make everything
Alright