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Fushiguro was never one to care for Halloween. It was like any other holiday, any other reminder that his life was anything but typical. He remembered the way that Tsumiki would do her best to make the day fun, usually through a Halloween movie and some snacks, but it was something that he only really took part in because it made her happy. Being at Tokyo Jujutsu High without Tsumiki on Halloween just meant it was another thing to remind him that she was still stuck in a coma, and he was all alone.
Well, not alone.
Walking into the common area, Fushiguro was taken aback at the various decorations throughout the room. Kugisaki, Itadori, and Gojo were all tending to their own part of the room. Kugisaki was hanging up fake spider webs, Itadori was placing fake jack-o-lanterns on the table and windowsills, and Gojo was dumping copious amounts of candy and sweets into a bowl and arranging it on the center table. Fushiguro quickly picked up on the faint smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen as well.
“What are you all doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like we’re doing?” Kugisaki asked as she stretched her arm up to drape a fake cobweb across one of the windows.
Gojo didn’t reply, taking a piece of candy and popping it into his mouth with a smile.
Itadori spun with a wide grin on his face at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Megumi! We’re getting ready for Halloween this week since it’s next Wednesday! Gojo-sensei already said we can have the day off… well, as long as nothing crazy comes up.”
Fushiguro raised an eyebrow as he spoke, “Seriously? A whole day?”
“That’s right, Megumi!” Gojo chirped. He quickly unwrapped and ate another piece of candy. “Halloween is one my favorite holidays—”
Fushiguro eyed the candy in front of his teacher. “I wonder why.”
“—and your wonderful first-year classmates were just begging for something fun to do for the holiday,” Gojo continued, ignoring the interruption. “How could I say no to my precious students?”
“Are you going to help us decorate?” Itadori asked as he walked over to Fushiguro.
“You could take some of these cobweb things and put them up around the kitchen,” Kugisaki said, gesturing to a bundle of cotton (?), Fushiguro wasn’t really sure what it was, on the table.
Itadori nodded in agreement as he looked back at Fushiguro. His eyes were bright and had the most subtle, pleading look hidden in the depths of those warm brown irises. Fushiguro was always able to catch that look. Itadori leaned further in, a small smirk growing on his face.
Damn, he was good.
But Fushiguro wasn’t ready to fold just yet.
“Why do we need to decorate though? Can’t we just do something for the holiday?” he asked.
Itadori tsked. “Because it’s for the vibe! It’s spooky season!”
“Every season is spooky season here,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath, turning to look away from Itadori. He sighed, “Do I have to help decorate? I just wanted to grab a snack.”
“Itadori made those ginger cookies you like,” Kugisaki said, not even bothering to look his way as she moved to the next window. “Decorating committee only.”
Fushiguro sighed as Itadori raised his eyebrows in question. Gojo simply chuckled and made his way to the kitchen, shaking his head as he sauntered out of the room. Fushiguro really wanted to punch him.
“Fine, whatever,” he relented. “Where do I put the stupid cobweb things?”
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The rest of the week went by in a blur. Curse activity was just about as normal as it could be during the Halloween season, and Fushiguro could tell that Itadori was ready for the holiday itself. He practically blew through his missions, training, and homework, all while making sure that his Halloween costume was ready. He had specifically told Fushiguro that the costume was a surprise and spent many evenings leading up to the holiday finalizing the last touches. Fushiguro had never seen him work so hard on something before, much less his course assignments, but he was doing anything to spend his extra hours working in his room on the costume he had planned for months now.
Contrarily, this was just another week for Fushiguro. Taking on a few extra missions was expected during this time of year, but it was still a hassle that left him more reserved than usual. Not to mention this was his first Halloween with more than just Gojo and his sister, so he wasn’t really prepared for anything special like what the others were planning. After having been sent on another mission into the city, Fushiguro was just happy to spend the next couple of days relaxing before he was roped into whatever Gojo, Kugisaki, and his loving—albeit high-spirited—boyfriend had planned.
Itadori was pacing back and forth, holding his chin with his left hand as he nervously fiddled with a pen in his right. It was the night before Halloween, and he was trying to make sure that everything in his costume was perfect. It’s not like it was a difficult or elaborate costume, but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be as accurate as possible and was going over the checklist in his head to make sure he didn’t miss a single detail.
Hat? Check. Ripped up sweater? Check. Homemade glove? Check.
“Yuji,” Fushiguro said, catching his attention.
At the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, however, he froze in stride and looked towards the bed.
The two of them were in Fushiguro’s room for the night, supposed to be watching a movie. They had been spending most nights in his room because Itadori didn’t want any chance of ruining his costume surprise for Fushiguro, telling him that it was just too cool and awesome to spoil. Fushiguro didn’t really think that he would care either way if it was a surprise, but he enjoyed Itadori’s excitement. At some point during the movie though, Fushiguro could tell that Itadori was distracted and had paused the screen. While Itadori paced the room, Fushiguro stayed planted on the bed, opting to read a book instead of complaining about missing whatever cheesy Halloween flick his boyfriend had picked out. He was fine with them just being together anyway.
“I’m sure your costume will be fine, don’t worry about it too much,” he said, reaching an arm out, cueing Itadori to walk over. He sat down on the bed, his features immediately softening as Fushiguro placed his hand over his own.
“I just want to make sure that it looks good,” he pouted.
Fushiguro rolled his eyes as he said, “I’m sure it will look good either way.”
Itadori shot him a dangerous smirk. “Because you think I’m good-looking?”
He chuckled to himself as Fushiguro blushed, reaching forward and shoving him lightly on the shoulder. Itadori dramatically fell onto the bed, laying over Fushiguro’s legs.
“Shut up, idiot.”
Itadori rolled over on his stomach and propped his head up with one arm while the other stayed draped over the bed. “You love me.”
Fushiguro pulled his book closer to his face in order to hide the growing blush. “Shut up.”
Itadori laughed and ducked his head when a pillow was thrown his way. “Hey!” he fake-pouted. “This is domestic abuse.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“What happened to our movie?” he asked, eyeing the closed laptop on the bed.
Fushiguro dropped the book onto his lap, sending him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding me, right? You were the one who’s so worried about his costume that he couldn’t stay still for 20 minutes.”
“Hey, it’s important!” Itadori defended. “Halloween is tomorrow.”
“So, what? You don’t want to lay here and watch a movie with your boyfriend?” Fushiguro asked. Okay, maybe he was pulling the guilt card a little bit, but it was a perfect opportunity to tease Itadori, and there was no way he was passing that up.
He sputtered, “Hey, I love watching movies with you while cuddling!”
Fushiguro simply raised an eyebrow. “Then come here.”
Itadori scrambled up, returning to his original place on the bed. Fushiguro’s book found its way back to the bedside table before the laptop was rebooted and the movie had started playing again. They laid together on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs, while it played.
Not even 30 minutes in and the laptop sat on the bed, long forgotten, as Itadori peppered Fushiguro with kisses.
Not that Fushiguro really cared.
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“Hey Fushiguro, what’s your costume going to be?” Kugisaki asked, walking into the common area. “And don’t tell me it’s some cheesy couple’s costume with Itadori.”
Fushiguro and Itadori were having breakfast together when she had walked in. It was Halloween now, and Itadori had practically sprung out of bed, excited for the day. Fushiguro was more of a slow riser, shuffling out into the common area after staying in his dorm a bit longer. Honestly, he would have been perfectly fine staying in until the evening, but Itadori had come and knocked on his door, telling him that breakfast was ready, so he begrudgingly got up.
“I don’t even know what his costume is, Kugisaki,” Fushiguro replied, taking a sip of his coffee. “How would we match?”
“Wow, I would have assumed that he would have at least told you what it was,” she mused, walking over to them with a bowl of cereal.
“It’s a secret from everyone,” Itadori said matter-of-factly. “No one gets to know until we’re leaving for Shibuya.”
“Huh? We’re going to Shibuya tonight?” Fushiguro asked mid-bite. His chopsticks were frozen in the air as he stared with a look of confusion.
Itadori blushed as Kugisaki slapped him on the shoulder.
“Great job, dumbass,” she said.
“Why am I the only one who didn’t get to know this?” Fushiguro asked, placing his chopsticks back down on the plate.
“Because it was supposed to be a surprise to get Mr. Grey Clouds out of the school, but someone couldn’t keep it a secret,” Kugisaki answered, eyeballing Itadori, who was still blushing. Her stare lingered for a moment longer before she turned to Fushiguro. “But the cat’s out of the bag now, I guess, do you want to come with us?”
“Do I have a choice?” he asked with a sigh.
Kugisaki shook her head, smiling as she took a bite. “So, if you’re not matching with each other, what’s your costume?”
Fushiguro shrugged. “I don’t have one.”
Itadori’s jaw dropped as he looked over at him, as if he just started spewing soda from his nose. “You don’t have a costume?”
“It’s not really my thing, Yuji.”
“But… it’s Halloween,” a tone similar to pity rang through Itadori’s voice.
Fushiguro just sighed, letting his head hang. “It can’t be that big of a deal.”
“No, we have to get you a costume!” Kugisaki joined in. “You’ll be so lame without one.”
The conversation devolved from there, with Itadori and Kugisaki spit-balling ideas that Fushiguro kept shooting down. At some point, it was decided that they should go shopping to get his costume. Fushiguro was then hauled away from the table, being forced to get ready for a day out, as if they weren’t about to spend the entire evening out in Shibuya too.
He grabbed a plain sweater and some jeans and barely had time to walk out of his dorm before he was being rushed to the car and straight into the city.
Kugisaki practically dragged them everywhere, something that they should have expected if they were going to be heading into Tokyo with Jujutsu Sorcery’s biggest shopaholic. They bounced from store to store, standing idly by while she shopped. Occasionally, one of them would remember the real reason they were shopping in the first place, but every costume pitch was instantly turned down by Fushiguro. Currently, they were standing in a Halloween store, with Itadori and Kugisaki both dead set on finding a costume.
“Come on, I think a vampire really suits the whole ‘broody and unapproachable’ thing that you’ve got going on,” Kugisaki whined, annoyed from having her costume idea shot down for the millionth time today.
“I’m not wearing fake teeth for four hours tonight, that sounds annoying,” Fushiguro argued back.
“Itadori, help me out here,” she turned to Itadori, who was conveniently not apart of the argument. “Don’t you want to see your boyfriend with his hair slicked back with fangs and fake blood in like a suit and tie or something? Like that has to be hot, right?”
Both boys instantly blushed, and Fushiguro had to fight the urge to leave them both standing in the store.
“Oh, I, uh…” Itadori glanced between him, heat rising to his face and ears. Catching the glare of his boyfriend, he swallowed and said, “I like whatever you like?”
Kugisaki snorted.
“This is stupid,” Fushiguro said, standing up. He walked over to a clothing rack and shuffled through a few items, before pulling out a jacket with a print of a skeleton’s torso on it. “Here, this will be my costume.”
The other two first years deadpanned at him.
“Seriously?” Kugisaki asked. “That is so lame.”
Fushiguro sneered at her, closing his eyes in annoyance. “Whatever, I didn’t even want to wear one anyway.”
“At least let me do your make up tonight,” she begged.
“My what?”
“Your makeup, so you look like a skeleton,” Kugisaki replied, like it was obvious that Fushiguro would ever wear any sort of makeup.
“Absolutely not,” he said.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Itadori—”
“Don’t drag me into this,” Itadori spoke up and raised his arms in surrender. There was a moment where Fushiguro might have thought that his boyfriend wouldn’t actually take part in Kugisaki’s antics, for once, before a slow smile crept onto his face. “If Megumi wants to be boring for Halloween, then we should let him.”
Fushiguro groaned. “This is stupid.”
“At least let me do your makeup,” Itadori begged. “I’m your boyfriend!”
“Do you even know how to do makeup?” Kugisaki asked, her eyebrow raised.
“Uh, no? But I can learn.”
“Right, that’s what I need,” Fushiguro said. “You learning with my face.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time he learned something with your face,” Kugisaki snorted.
“Shut up!” Fushiguro hissed at the same time that Itadori blushed and choked out, “Hey!”
Both boys’ faces were a deep shade of red, causing Kugisaki to laugh even harder. “You’re both such idiots.”
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Fushiguro sat awkwardly in his room wearing the stupid black skeleton jacket he had gotten from the stupid shopping adventure he was stupidly forced into. Itadori sat in front of him, close—really close—with his brows scrunched together and the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips.
The cool feeling of fresh face paint made him jolt a little at first contact.
“I still don’t see why I have to have this makeup on,” he grumbled.
“Because it’s Halloween,” Itadori chirped with a smile. At Fushiguro’s glare, he sheepishly added, “And because you love me?”
Fushiguro hummed in response.
When they had gotten back, Itadori was quick to announce that he had indeed bought facial paint and begged Fushiguro to let him do his Halloween makeup. Kugisaki had insisted on doing it instead, but Fushiguro just argued that if he was going to have his makeup done, he did not want her there for that.
“Fine, whatever, go be two dumb losers together,” she had said, waving them off. “When Itadori fucks it up, just text me.”
Now sitting in silence of the room, with Itadori sitting so close to Fushiguro, he was thankful for the white paint covering up his blush.
It was sad, really. They had been dating for several months now; one would think that Fushiguro was a lot more used to Itadori’s presence.
“Okay, can you like press your lips together?” Itadori asked. “I’m going to start with the black paint, and then it should be done.”
Fushiguro nodded and pressed his lips in a thin line. Itadori leaned further in and started his work. Looking at him up close, Fushiguro loved being able to see all of his features. There was a light dusting of freckles that spread across his nose and part of his cheeks. There were little golden flecks that shone in his eyes when the light hit them just right. Everything about Itadori just had Fushiguro so captivated. He could look at him forever.
He barely noticed that Itadori had stopped painting him and was staring back at him.
Feeling embarrassed for being caught starting, Fushiguro blushed. “What is it?”
Itadori blinked a couple of times, as if being woken from his own sort of trance. “Oh, uh, sorry. I just… you’re really cute, Megumi.”
He froze for a moment, as if he had a little loading symbol playing in his brain as it rebooted itself. What? “What?”
Itadori blushed, glancing off to the side and swallowing nervously before he said, “Sorry, just, wow. I’m, like, in awe that you’re my boyfriend.”
Fushiguro felt the heat rising to his face as he turned away, also suddenly finding it very hard to look at his boyfriend. “Uh, thanks,” he muttered. His gaze remained locked on the far wall, past the boy that always manages to turn him into a flustered, blushing mess.
Itadori smiled and turned back to his boyfriend, slowly raising a hand to gently hold Fushiguro’s chin. He tugged slightly, pulling his gaze from the wall back to his eyes. A small smirk found its way onto his face as he said, “Sorry, I can’t help myself with you.”
Fushiguro simply scowled and tore his eyes away again. “Whatever, idiot. Just shut up and finish this stupid makeup.”
“Is it wrong to kiss you with wet face paint?” Itadori asked, ignoring his demand and not really looking anywhere but freshly painted lips.
Fushiguro blushed even harder than before and firmly kept his eyes off of Itadori. It was bad enough that his hand still lingered under his chin, but he couldn’t really find the strength to break that contact.
“Megumi,” Itadori murmured. His voice was a soft whisper that melted Fushiguro like chocolate on a hot summer day.
He slowly, reluctantly turned back, a blush still very much present on his face—even with all the paint. Itadori met him halfway, catching his lips in a soft, quick kiss. He pulled back, grinning ear to ear as if his mouth wasn’t now smeared in white and black.
“Idiot,” Fushiguro said, though he couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling that always came accompanied by a kiss from Itadori. “You have paint on your lips now.”
“Oh no,” Itadori replied, feigning panic, “that’s so sad.”
Fushiguro rolled his eyes, fighting the small smile that dared to break through.
Itadori simply held his chin firmer and pulled him in for another kiss.
As always, kissing Fushiguro had him on cloud nine. He didn’t think that this was something that he could ever get used to. Fushiguro sighed softly as brought a hand up to his neck, his thumb caressing his cheek. Itadori slid his own hand to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in the soft, spiky black hair that he always loved to play with.
Fushiguro didn’t care that he still had face paint all over himself, or that he was getting face paint all over Itadori. Whenever Itadori kissed him, nothing mattered. The world could have been ending in that very moment, but Fushiguro was sure that he would have been none the wiser. Kissing Itadori was not something that he could ever simply deny. So, Fushiguro deepened the kiss and allowed them a few minutes—or maybe seconds? Or perhaps hours?—of their blissful dance before a knock on the door startled them both.
“Hey, lovebirds,” Kugisaki’s voice rang through the door. “Has Itadori fucked up your makeup yet, Fushiguro? Need me to fix it for you?”
Fushiguro stole a glance back his boyfriend, who’s face was flushed a deep red. His lips were covered in black and white paint; it was as if he had given a paintbrush to a toddler and said go wild! before allowing his face to be used as a canvas.
Itadori broke from his trance and rushed to the bathroom to grab a towel. He quickly wet it and started rubbing at the paint on his face.
Kugisaki knocked once more.
Fushiguro sighed and stood up, walking over to the door to let her in. Itadori had just finished wiping off the paint and returned to his chair.
Opening the door, Kugisaki stood in the frame with her arms crossed. She took one look at Fushiguro’s makeup, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
“Jesus, this looks awful,” she said.
“Sorry, I guess I’m not as good at it as I thought,” Itadori mumbled, crouched over and looking at his phone. He was holding it way too closely to his face for him to look normal.
Kugisaki raised an eyebrow and stepped inside. “Uh huh.”
Fushiguro returned to his own chair and said, “Can you just fix this please?”
She nodded, walking over and assessing the supplies. She ordered Itadori to grab a rag or something for her to wipe the paint off of Fushiguro’s face so she could start from scratch. Within 20 minutes, the makeup was complete. Fushiguro sat, holding a small mirror and assessing the work that Kugisaki had done.
It looked great, he thought honestly.
Kugisaki stood up and brushed her hands together, as if she was wiping dust off, with a proud look on her face. “Perfect, I did a great job.”
“You look great, Megumi,” Itadori agreed.
Fushiguro nodded, not really sure how to take the compliment.
“Well, I’m leaving now,” Kugisaki announced. “We’re heading to Shibuya in two hours, and I still need to put on my costume and makeup.”
“Thank you for your help, Kugisaki,” Itadori said.
She hummed in reply. “Next time you two want to have a little make out sesh, either wait to put the face paint on, or do a better job at wiping it off.”
Itadori gasped in surprise and quickly brought a hand up to cover his mouth. His face was a deep shade of pink.
Fushiguro, in turn, tightened his jaw. The tips of his ears were flushed red, and his gaze was focused on the wall. “Goodbye, Kugisaki,” he said, voice strained.
Kugisaki laughed to herself. “Bye, losers. Try not to ruin his makeup this time, Itadori.”
Itadori covered his face with both hands, sinking into the chair.
The door shut with a soft click.
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