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The soft hum of rain pattered against the windows of Fushiguro’s apartment. It had been a long day, but the kind of long day ended with the comforting promise of peace. The two of them, sat cross-legged on the couch, a forgotten movie playing in the background.
Itadori stretched his arms over his head, his sweatshirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. He caught the way Fushiguro’s eyes flickered to the exposed skin before quickly looking away, his usual stoic expression faltering for a split second.
“Were you staring, Megumi?” Itadori teased, dropping his arms and leaning a little closer.
“No,” Fushiguro replied curtly, though the slight pink creeping up his ears betrayed him.
Itadori grinned, his voice dropping to a low, playful tone. “You totally were.”
“I wasn’t,” Fushiguro insisted, but he couldn’t meet the other’s eyes, choosing instead to stare stubbornly at the TV.
Itadori’s grin widened, and he shifted closer until their knees bumped. “You know, you could just admit it. I wouldn’t mind.”
Fushiguro sighed, closing his eyes briefly as if summoning patience. “Why are you like this?”
“Like what? Irresistible?” Itadori wiggled his eyebrows dramatically, earning a long-suffering groan from Megumi.
“You’re ridiculous,” Fushiguro muttered, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Itadori tilted his head, his expression softening. “Maybe, but you like me that way.”
Fushiguro finally turned to look at him, his guarded expression melting into something fonder. “Yeah, I guess I do,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady.
“Whoa, was that an actual compliment?” Itadori gasped, clutching his chest in mock surprise.
“Don’t push it.”
But before Fushiguro could say anything else, Itadori leaned in, catching him off guard with a gentle kiss. It was soft and unhurried, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without needing words. Fushiguro sighed into it, his shoulders relaxing as he allowed himself to sink into the moment.
When they pulled back, Itadori rested his forehead against Fushiguro, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Fushiguro huffed, though he didn’t pull away. “You’re annoying.”
“Yeah, but I’m your annoying.”
Fushiguro rolled his eyes, but his hands found their way to Itadori’s hoodie, tugging him closer. “Shut up. That didn’t even make sense.” He said just a mere inch away from the latter’s lips.
This time, it was Fushiguro who initiated the kiss, and Itadori melted into it with a quiet hum of contentment. Their movements grew more confident, more purposeful, as the world outside faded away. Itadori’s hands slid up Fushiguro’s long arms, settling on his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. Fushiguro responded in kind, his fingers threading through Yuji’s soft pink hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.
The rain outside provided a soft, steady rhythm, blending seamlessly with the quiet sighs and murmurs they shared.
“You’re good at this,” Itadori mumbled against Fushiguro’s lips, his voice breathless but teasing.
“Shut up,” Fushiguro said again, though the faint smirk on his face betrayed him.
Itadori never wasted a chance to tease Fushiguro about their first kiss. It was messy, inexperienced, and rushed. It was a month into their relationship and during a somewhat dangerous mission. He had gotten knocked out, and gathering from his panicking boyfriend, he was out for about half an hour.
He had woken up to Fushiguro and Kugisaki having a screaming match, something about Kugisaki trying to reassure the other that he was fine and Fushiguro trying to point fingers of blame towards the others, their upperclassmen.
When they realized Itadori had woken up, Fushiguro wasted no time in embracing him tightly and planting a firm kiss on the lips. Their teeth clashed, their noses bumped into each other, and worst of all, the impact of Fushiguro kissing Itadori pushed him back hard enough that the back of his head hit a pebble. Sure, it was a pebble, but it hurt.
The elder had pulled away instantly, a rainfall of apologies pouring out of his mouth. Itadori was a blushing mess, and the others just wanted to go home.
“Who taught you how to kiss like this, huh?” Itadori amended.
“I don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t you.” Fushiguro teased, earning a scandalous gasp from the other, before leaning in again for a short kiss.
They broke apart for air, foreheads still pressed together, and Fushiguro let out a soft laugh that Itadori treasured as he was the only one ever to hear it.
“It better be me, idiot.” He lifted his hand to pinch the other’s side, feeling satisfied after a loud wince. “What’s so funny?”
“Just… you,” Fushiguro admitted, his gaze meeting the other. “You’re so full of energy all the time, but somehow you make moments like this feel… peaceful.”
Itadori blinked, momentarily stunned into silence. Then he smiled, wide and genuine. “That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
Itadori laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Fushiguro’s temple before leaning back slightly, his hands still resting on his hips. “I don’t know, I think I could get used to it. You being all soft and sweet? It’s kinda nice.”
Fushiguro rolled his eyes, but the pink in his cheeks had deepened. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” Itadori said, his voice warm and teasing.
Fushiguro didn’t respond right away, instead letting his hands drift down to Itadori’s smaller yet rougher hands, their fingers intertwining. He looked at Itadori, his expression softening again. “Yeah. I’m still here.”
Itadori’s heart swelled at the quiet admission. He tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s hands, his
grin softening into something more tender. “Good. I don’t plan on going anywhere either.”
They sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, the rain continuing to tap gently against the windows.
“So,” Itadori said, breaking the quiet, “Should we pretend to finish the movie, or…?”
Fushiguro raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”
Itadori smirked, leaning in close enough that their noses brushed. “Or we could see just how flustered I can make you.”
Fushiguro’s expression didn’t waver, but the faint twitch of his lips gave him away. “You’re overestimating yourself.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that, Megumi.”
Itadori didn’t give him a chance to respond, capturing his lips again in a kiss that was anything but innocent. And as his lover's hands pulled him closer, neither of them paid any attention to the forgotten movie still playing in the background.
They should stop using random movies as ambiance though, as the moment became less romantic with the faint sound of gunshots in the background.
Itadori couldn’t hold it in and broke away to laugh, Fushiguro grumbled but was biting back his own laugh as well. “Let’s turn off the TV, and maybe…go to our room?”
Fushiguro didn’t waste any time getting up and tugging the other to follow him, “I thought you’d never ask.”