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“man, i’m beat!” itadori exclaimed as he opened his dorm room. “that was so fun though, and the cake gojo-sensei got was so good!”
“i’m glad you had fun,” fushiguro replied as he followed suit. the whole surprise party was his idea, and thank god it went according to plan.
sitting on his bed, itadori gestured for fushiguro to sit with him, specially on his lap. he clung onto him, his hands slotting perfectly around his waist before kissing him.
“thank you, megumi,” itadori said softly, his eyes holding the stars, “today was perfect.”
fushiguro kissed him back. “of course, anything for you, yuuji. but…”
getting up, fushiguro looked behind to check the door was closed. the last thing he wanted right now was someone walking in on them.
he turned back to itadori. “i have one last little gift that i hope you’ll like.”
“don’t be silly, gumi, of course i’ll like it! if it’s from you, i’ll like anything!”
god, just how much more perfect could he get? fushiguro never expected to fall in love as a jujutsu sorcerer, but when he met itadori, he just couldn’t help it. how could he possibly miss the chance to cherish and adore someone so amazing and kind?
“ok then,” fushiguro said, taking a deep breath. “i’m- i’m gonna start now then.”
itadori gave him a confused look, but didn’t do anything to stop him. as fushiguro crouched down and got on one knee, his eyes stayed glued on itadori, his hands resting on his legs. lifting his shorts up, fushiguro dragged his hand against his thigh, feeling all of him. this might be the worst place to start, but it’s important for him to love all of itadori. so slowly, he leans in, and…
one
fushiguro kisses him softly before taking itadori’s hand in his. he turned it around, gently grazing over each callous on his palm. it was rough and hard, the complete opposite of his. they weren’t terribly different, but it was enough for fushiguro’s heart to ache. he hated how tortured they were, but he loved them all the same because it was itadori.
two
fushiguro then turned it over, smiling softly at itadori’s fingers. the ones that held him so dearly and caressed his skin, the ones that fought for his life in such a cruel world. how sad it all was. nobody should have to go through all the horrors they do, especially itadori. he didn’t deserve this fate, so the least fushiguro could do was kiss it all better.
three
glancing up, fushiguro found itadori staring at him intently, serious and stoic. but there was so much more to it than what he was showing. from the warm glow in his eyes to the red that dusted his tan skin, itadori’s heart was close to bursting with love. so like any good boyfriend, fushiguro kissed him again, moving up to his forearms.
four
he kept moving up, scrunching up itadori’s sleeve to show off his biceps. fushiguro was never one to care for muscles or body shape. as long as they were healthy, he didn’t think much of it. but then itadori came along, and god, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them all insanely attractive. he gave it a slight squeeze, feeling itadori squirm under his touch.
five
once his arm was done with, fushiguro tugged at the hem of itadori’s shirt, asking him to take it off. itadori blushed even harder, but he complied, quickly yanking it off. fushiguro crouched again, running his hand over his boyfriend’s abs. man, they were impressive. thinking about it now, maybe he actually never cared about muscles and just liked them because it was itadori’s.
six
not a word was said as fushiguro found his way back into itadori’s lap, his legs cradling each side. he put his hand over itadori’s heart, feeling it beat. he’ll never forget that day, and some nights, fushiguro falls asleep to the sound of itadori’s heartbeat. it brings him comfort, a gentle reminder that the boy in front of him is alive and real.
seven
next was itadori’s collarbone. it was so defined, handsomely defined. fushiguro couldn’t help but trace the outline of them, keeping in mind of itadori’s ticklish nature. itadori did his best not to move, but every now and then, he’d fidget and shift. his cheeks grew redder, and all fushiguro could think about was how adorable it was.
eight
seeing as how flustered itadori was getting, fushiguro chuckled. it was usually the other way around, so it was nice to be on the other side for once. cupping his face, fushiguro gently stroked his cheek, staring into itadori’s autumn eyes. his hand trailed down to his chin, which was just as defined. man, what greek god sculpted him?
nine
before fushiguro moved to itadori’s cheek, he turned him around, bringing his ear towards him. it was bright red, flushed to the very tip. there was a slight tinge of pride throughout all this, and fushiguro wanted to play around for a bit. knowing how sensitive itadori’s ears are, he gently blew on it, watching his boyfriend jolt. it was a little mean, so he’ll make it up with a quick kiss.
ten
itadori’s blush grew, his cheeks a beautiful red color. fushiguro always loved that his freckles came out when the weather started getting warmer. they littered his skin like the stars in the sky, and fushiguro loved them with all that he is. if he could, he’d kiss every single one. that’d take way too long though, so he’ll settle for one on his cheek.
eleven
he might as well kiss the other one too. it was mostly because fushiguro just wanted to. it’s a shame sukuna’s marks stayed though, a constant reminder of the all the pain he had to suffer through. fushiguro gently rubbed his thumb over it as itadori looked up at him, his eyes somehow still so kind and full of life. he’s just perfect, isn’t he?
twelve
then there was itadori’s cute-as-a-button nose, the one that sometimes nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he squeezed him tighter. itadori has always been more touchy and clingy than fushiguro, but it’s not like he minded, never in a million years. there wasn’t much that could be said about it, fushiguro simply just loved every part of his boyfriend.
thirteen
fushiguro’s not sure when he fell in love with itadori, but he’s always adored the warm glow in his eyes. they said so much, they held the universe in them. itadori has seen so much and yet, he still looks at the world with love. he looks at fushiguro with love too, all the love in the world. fushiguro can tell, and he hopes itadori sees the same in his own eyes.
fourteen
brushing his hair up, fushiguro thinks about how thick-headed his boyfriend can be. itadori fought with every part of him, including his forehead. it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten a major concussion yet. not like he was mad about it, fushiguro would much rather itadori never get hurt again. he can’t promise that kind of future though, so he’ll just stay by itadori through it all.
fifteen
with his hand on the back of itadori’s head, fushiguro gently guided him to his chest, running his hands through his hair. never in his life did fushiguro think he would wake up every morning with tufts of pink glistening in the morning light, but he couldn’t be happier. everyday starts off brighter than the last, and itadori will always be his beautiful, beaming sun.
sixteen
there was one last place left, the one fushiguro loved kissing the most. everything about it was perfect, everything about itadori was perfect. from the way they curl into a wide smile that shines like the stars to the way they say his name, fushiguro adores it all. it’s all so lovely, so wonderful and full of life. fushiguro loves it all, and he knows itadori loves him too.
he gently thumbs over itadori’s bottom lip with a warm smile. it’s just another little reminder of how itadori’s alive, and fushiguro wants to spend the rest of time with him. his eyes meet itadori’s, and he swears there’s nothing more breathtaking than them. fushiguro could sit here and admire his amazing boyfriend all day, but then he’d miss kissing him too much.
“i love you, yuuji,” fushiguro said ever-so softly, quiet and hushed only for itadori to hear, “happy birthday, and thank you for saving me.”
itadori smiled so sweet and sincere. “i love you too, megumi. thank you for saving me too.”
finally, their lips met, and fushiguro fell in love all over again.
love has never felt so beautiful in his praying hands, but maybe that’s just because fushiguro didn’t know true beauty and light until he met itadori.
seventeen