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Yuji had dragged the black-haired boy around the whole day, spending every second of the day stuck together like two pieces of gum. Or more like Yuji stuck on Megumi, but it fits. Yuji clasped his hands together with Megumi’s right hand in between both. He pulled it up to his chest and he gasped as it seemed like he had made a realization. He snapped his head towards Megumi’s side.
Megumi knitted his brows in confusion, “What?” He spoke as he tried to retract his hand from Yuji’s grasp, only for it to be an obvious futile attempt: since Yuji’s grip only tightened. He took a moment to analyze Yuji’s features, like a breath of fresh air. His hair looked pink and soft, softer than usual. His eyes were looking like they had stars in them, bright and twinkling. His cheeks were dusted with a light blush, with a small optimistic smile plastered on his face. His lips weren’t chapped, they were plump and pink.
If he wasn’t in-love with Yuji, he was infatuated with him. Yuji was his muse. Yuji made him feel lovesick. Day and night Yuji would roam his mind freely. Not without reason, there was so many reasons. Too many. From just his actions, to his looks, to his personality, to his hobbies and so on. He made him feel like he could run to the moon and back, and maybe, he could bring him back a part of the moon as an offering to Yuji, as a thank you for the love Yuji gave him.
“Gumi..?”
Megumi snapped out of his lovestruck trance by the soft-spoken call out of half his name. “Gumi?” He repeated, immediately retracting his hand from Yuji’s warm ones. He watched as Yuj’s face morphed into a disappointed look. “I-i thought it was cute. Sorry if its not..“ Yuji’s voice gradually got quieter. Megumi wasn’t having it. Not when all he wants to do is let Yuji smother him in endless bounds of affection. So he speaks up, “I think it’s cute.” he says it eagerly, way too eagerly for his own liking.
He grabs his uniforms collar and covers his face, looking away from the pink haired boy in front of him. Yuji smiles warmly, his eyes ever-so-slightly crinkling shut. “I’m glad you think so. I was really hoping you didn’t completely hate it.” How could he ever hate it? Just the thought of Yuji giving him a special nickname made him feel all fuzzy. He always felt a shimmery feeling in his gut when his thoughts lingered over to Yuji for too long. It was no surprise after all, the two were boyfriends of four months.
They’ve done a lot of things; holding hands, cuddling, kissing, or if they were feeling a little bolder; they would make out. As Megumi recalled all those bold claims and marks, he felt himself heat up. “Are you sick? You’ve been spacing out an awful lot and you’re bright red! Let’s go to Shoko’s office, I can drop you off while I go-“ He blabbed a few more words before the Megumi hushed him.
He looked at him worriedly for a few seconds until he spoke up. “I’m not sick, just hot....Wanna come to my room?” He said, practically hearing the quiver in his own voice, and he hoped that someway Yuji couldn’t hear it. Although that might be wishful thinking, because he knew his boyfriend was incredibly perceptive.
He internally curses his boyfriend (with love) for having such a nice ability. He glanced over at Yuji to see that he was also as nervous as he was. The way Yuji scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly at the floor made his heart swell. He smiled fondly at the sight of Yuji going shy.
Albeit they’ve been there together many times more than he can remember, they were always so nervous about being alone. The thought of how anything could happen was so tempting. Having Yuji nuzzling himself deeper into a cuddling position whilst sharing body heat on a soft twin sized mattress made his heart skip a beat.
“Yeah.”
.
Megumi could swear he was going insane. His heart was racing so quickly he could only hope Yuji didn’t feel it. He wasn’t paying attention anyway, too engrossed in the movie he had picked out. A movie about ‘romance’ he had called it. It was just Earthworm 4. With the position they were in, Megumi wrapping his arms around Yuji’s waist while Yujis arms wrapped around his neck and his leg on top of Megumi’s hip. He was facing away from the TV, making Yuji the only one watching.
Megumi could smell the soft cologne Yuji wore, it was fitting for him. It was a juxtaposition from his own cologne. He inhaled a brief whiff of it before feeling something like a kiss pressed atop his head, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. “Yuji..” Megumi whispered out and pressed himself closer to him. Yuji giggled, tightening his grip as he planted a heap of kisses on the messy black hair.
His face flushed a deep red hue, and he was thankful that it was already dark enough that Yuji wouldn’t see it hii. He sighed relief, hoping this moment could last a life-time. Any sweet moments like this made him pray that they would never get taken away. He wouldn’t dream of a world without Yuji, he wouldn’t dream of a world without those he cares about.
Soft mumbles came from above, and he hummed contentedly. He could understand some words, but most being incoherent. Every word coming out his mouth were sweet-nothings. Although one specific line made his heart stop.
“I love you,”
How could he just ignore that?
He hesitated before speaking up, “Yuji-“ He pulled himself away from Yuji’s chest, having to physically restrain himself from pushing his face back in. He looked up to see Yuji looking down at him already, he was loosening his grip around Megumi’s neck. “Something wrong?” He asked, worry lacing his voice. Megumi didn’t want to spoil the moment, but he had to ask. He hoped the answer he was given could satiate the weird bubbling feeling in his stomach.
“Why do you..” His tongue felt heavy and he stopped for a second to bite his lip, he swallowed down the lump in his throat. Yuji waited for him, as patient as ever. His hands slowly made their way to Megumi’s hair, and he pushed himself back into Yuji’s chest. He couldn’t look at him. “Why do I what?” Megumi sighed and tightened his grip on his lovers waist. “Why do you love me?”
The question made his own heart drop, and he knew Yuji’s did too. He could feel the way Yuji wanted to pull away to look at him but he refused to budge from this protective position until his question had been answered.
Yuji quietly whispered, “Why.?” He tightened his grip before speaking up, “Because you’re a great person. You do so much for people even when you say you don’t care for them. I love the way you show you care, through your actions, or through little comments. I love the way you speak, I love the way you fight, I love your personality, I love everything about you. I don’t think I would be able to keep up with Jujutsu society without you- you motivate me and inspire me. I couldn’t think of a world where I’m with someone that isn’t you.”
He immediately started kissing the top of his head again, slowly moving his body down to match Megumi’s own height. They were now face to face, and he moved his arms under Yuji’s. A hug. “I love you, Megumi.” He said as he pressed slow passionate kisses onto Megumi’s cheek. The movie playing long forgotten while it kept playing behind them softly. Megumi accepted the kisses, trying to find something to say back to Yuji.
“You don’t have to say it now, I’ve heard it before anyway.” Yuji said as he smiled brightly at him. Megumi kissed his cheek.
Megumi remembers that as a child he had never really experienced any love or affection, other than Tsumiki’s sisterly love there was nothing else. No one to congratulate him on anything, or even compliment him. No coddling or overly attentive parent by his side to bug him. He guesses that made it hard to express love now. He found it very easy to forgot to show affection for others to see that he in fact did care, that he wasn’t a total asshole.
Although he did find showing his gratitude for others with his actions was a way of expression.
And if what Yuji said was true, then people did know he cared for them, and he was more than okay with that. He was glad that he got some sort of confirmation, especially from his boyfriend, it made it all more convincing.
Megumi pulled slightly apart from Yuji to look down at him, his lips were so pretty looking.
He closed his eyes and pressed his own lips onto the full pink ones in front of him. They were smooth and tasted like strawberry chapstick. The pink-haired boy deepened the kiss, pushing himself closer. Megumi ran his tongue along Yuji’s bottom lip, savoring the chapstick. He sucked onto it to let it go a few seconds later, going back to kiss the pair of lips patiently waiting. He tilted his head slightly, impatiently trying to slip his tongue into the other boys mouth. The pink haired boy whimpered before opening his mouth to let him in, their tongues swirled around each other. The familiar warmth and taste made him melt. He could tell Yuji felt the same.
He pulled away from Yuji, looking at the half-lidded boy in front of him. He looked at Yuji, those warm brown eyes filled with love and devotion. Megumi was sure he was matching Yuji’s look. The pink haired boy was lightly panting, steadily regaining his breath. Megumi looked down at his lips, they were glossy with their shared saliva. Megumi looked back up to see Yuji’s pleading eyes, needing. They were practically screaming for more. And he was greedy, ready to take and to give.
“I love you so much Yuji.”