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Yuji takes a small breath, quickly accepting the call and putting the phone up to his ear, walking back over to the window as he does.
He tries to keep his breathing steady, not wanting to find out if it’s actually Megumi or just some illusion he dreamt up from desperation.
Yuji twitches as he hears an inhalation of breath on the other side of the line.
“Yuji?” He deflates as the familiar voice filters through the phone, the grip on the windowsill tightening as his fears are tossed aside.
“Megumi? How’re you calling me right now?” He chews on his lip nervously as he waits for an answer, his eyes distant.
He hears Megumi chuckle, alongside the crunching of dry leaves as Megumi walks, “Oh Yuji, you won’t believe what happened to get me here.”
He leans out the window slightly, shifting the phone to the other side of his face as he does, a small smile on his face as he listens, “Well, I’ve got all the time in the world Honey.” His words ooze with affection, a clear sign he’s been away from him for too long.
Megumi laughs louder, disturbing birds in the distance, “Well I’d best get started then.”
After a slightly convoluted explanation, Yuji lets out an exasperated sigh, a fond smile dancing on his face, his gaze distant through the window before he pushes off and sits on the bed, crossing his legs.
“So, you time-traveled with Mahoraga... So he like, adapted to time?” Megumi snorts on the other end of the phone, but nods, letting out an affirmative hum.
“Okay wow, didn’t know he could do that… any chance he could bring us back then?” Megumi chews on his lip, then pulls the phone away from his face, sinking into his shadow and finding Mahoraga.
After a few minutes, he manages to find the General… Who is currently napping, he sighs deeply and emerges from his shadow, putting the phone back to his ear.
“Yeah no, he’s asleep, got on one of those Victorian sleeping gowns too so…”
“R-Really?” Yuji sounds a second away from bursting out into laughter, and Megumi can't help but crack a smile.
“Really-really.” He pulls the phone away as Yuji bursts into laughter, his own grin widening.
After a few minutes, Yuji’s laughing calms down into quiet giggles, and so Megumi puts the phone back to his face, clearing his throat to grab his husband's attention.
“You still have the ring right?” The simple question makes Yuji snort, his thumb twitching to rub at the metal of the simple black band around his ring finger, “How could I not?”
Megumi hums, clearly smiling, then hangs up, making Yuji freak out and try to call him back, but every time it goes to voicemail.
Then he hears Megumi’s voice right next to his ear.
“Why did I even ask?”
Yuji doesn't even jump, just spins around and snatches Megumi into a back-breaking hug, he doesn't notice when Megumi wheezes when Yuji squeezes the air out of him, or the small cracks, all he notices is that he hugs back.
“M-Megumi holy shit! I didn't realize you could do that!”
He pulls back after a moment, hands resting on Megumi’s shoulders, who deflates slightly with a wince.
“Nice to see you too Yuji, on that note do you have any Tylenol?”
It’s Yuji’s turn to wince, sheepishly glancing away, “S-Sorry, just didn't expect to see you this soon…” He sighs deeply, jaw twitching, “It's been a long two days…”
Megumi snorts in response, shaking his head and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Yuji’s lips, “Don’t worry about it, I get it.”
Yuji’s mouth curls into a grin, and he kisses Megumi back deeper.
They both pull back, Yuji grinning wider and Megumi looking content.
“Right, so… What now? From what you said Mahoraga is out of commission.” Megumi shrugs, glancing down at his shadow and peeking through, seeing Mahoraga still asleep.
“Well from the feel of it, I don't even know if he can re-do that stunt, because to get here I asked him to get me to you, and not to the past, keep in mind I had no idea you were in the past, there's not exactly an anchor point that I know so well back in the future.” He shrugs, seemingly unbothered as Yuji deflates.
Megumi sighs under his breath and pull Yuji in for a hug.
Then, they both hear something in the air, quiet, but loud in such a silent room, and in an instant the dusty bedroom is basked in dark, like a void as the both of them whirl around for the source of the noise, freezing when it's an amused Gojo, his arms crossed hovering an inch above the ground.
With an embarrassed huff, Megumi dispels the void-like darkness, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, “Privacy old man, knock or… something.”
Gojo snorts and drops an inch, stepping forward and shrugging uncaringly, “Well excuse a father for wanting to see his little boy all grown up.”
And at this, the word spilling easily from Gojo’s mouth, Megumi drops the fake frustration and pulls away from Yuji, stepping forward and yanking Gojo in for a tight hug, making the man squeak at being wrung dry, but he hugs back clumsily, a mix of inexperience and surprise.
He shoots a confused look over Megumi’s shoulder at Yuji, who shrugs with a calm smile on his face, and at the lack of worry, he lets himself relax, squeezing back as a quiet sigh escapes him.