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You had a friend back in middle school. Actually, friend is an understatement.
You two were best friends.
Well, at least that's what you thought. Megumi's wasn't always the best at communication and showing how he feels.
One thing was for sure though, you guys were the most feared trouble kids in middle school. Beating up delinquents together behind school buildings, helping Megumi carry the bodies to hang them on billboards.
You guys were the perfect team.
But when middle school came to an end, you never saw Megumi again. Everytime you ask what high school he'll be going to, he'd simply shake his head and say:
"Nah. You're to dumb too get in."
~~~
You've just come home from school, crashing onto your bed with a big tired flop. All you want to do is just scroll through your phone the whole day.
The bright screen of your phone shines on your face in the dark room. A blank expression on your face until a notification sound reaches your ears. It's a message from an unknown number.
"Hey!
Long time no talk. How you doing? Actually, don't answer that. Let's just all meet each other up in the reunion!
We'll be meeting up at the old middle school's gymnasium at 6 tomorrow. Wear something nice!!
-(An old classmate's name)"
You raise an eyebrow. No way this is a scammer. How the hell did this guy even get your number? Who cares, a reunion seems pretty cool. Might as well prepare something to wear.
You drag yourself off your bed and walk over to your messy ass closet.
~~~
Megumi is chilling in his dorm, scrolling through his phone, reading the news and not believing shut in there.
He gets a notification, it's the exact same message. His eyebrows furrow and he was just about to block the number.
"Hey, Fushiguro! Why ya glaring at your phone like that?" Yuji asks from across the room.
Yuji is using his PC, playing games, while Megumi is laying on his bed.
"It's nothing." Megumi grumbles in his low voice.
The curious Yuji doesn't take "nothing" as an answer and creeps over to the grumpy boy. Curiously, he peeks at Megumi's phone, eyes quickly reading the message.
"Woah! You should totally go man!" Yuji exclaims.
"Why?" Megumi's voice is unamused as looks over at his hyper friend.
"It's a REUNION and you can bring me as your plus one!!" Yuji start happily, before muttering this last part. "And so I could totally see all the dudes you used to beat up."
Megumi sighs, rolling his eyes. How could he say no to Yuji?
"Fine..."
"Let's go!"
~~~
You're wearing pretty acceptable clothes as you stand outside the door. Taking deep breaths as you could hear the ruckus behind it.
"C'mon (Y/n), this'll be fun..." You mutter to yourself.
You're already late as it is, thirty minutes late to be exact.
With one last deep breath, you push open the door, only for your face to immediately slam against someone's chest.
"What the-" A confused Megumi flinches, seeing a head roughly crash against him.
"Ow! Hey!" You wince.
Megumi had just enough of this reunion party and was just about to leave. Being followed by a whiny Yuji, who opens the exit door only to be shoved by some old classmate.
"Sorry about that." He says, watching as you take a step back.
You give a small apologetic bow. As you straighten up, your gaze meets his. The boy you crashed into is none other than Megumi Fushiguro.
"Do I... Do I know you?" Your eyebrows furrow and your head tilts to the side.
Megumi's eyes widen. Yuji gaze flickering back and forth between you two, trying to figure out what he's missing.
"(Y/n)?" His eyebrows furrow, as if the name was bitter.
"Megumi?!" Your eyes lit up.
Yuji's jaw drops and frustration is evident on his face. Is this a good thing? Are these two friends? EXES?! Out of instinct, Yuji start chuckling awkwardly and pulling Megumi by the arm. Leading him out the door.
If this girl and Fushiguro are exes, this might cause a scene! I'd love to watch it unfold but... No! Fushiguro is my friend-
"Itadori, wait. This is (L/n)." Yuji looks up to see Megumi's calm expression.
He's more confused than ever. Poor Yuji.
You give a small wave to the two.
~~~
You and Megumi are in the ceiling.
You read that right.
"I see him." You whisper to Megumi.
The wooden planks creak while you crawl on them, carefully moving a roof tile to peer down at the party filled with old classmates. Megumi nods, looking at you from where he's crouching.
You guys used to do this when you were younger. Back then, delinquents would sneak into the gym to beat up some poor kid. So you two found a hiding spot in the ceiling, where you can attack from above.
"He's got a criminal record, right?" Megumi asks in a hushed voice.
You shake your head no.
"No, but I talk to his girlfriend. Remember how he was when we were younger? Those poor girls. He hasn't changed."
Megumi nods, eyes now filled with determination. He crawls over to where you're perched, carefully bringing the bucket along with him.
"Ready?" He asks.
You push the tile and make the gap a bit bigger, for better access to below.
"Duh."
Without another word and great precision, Megumi dumps the bucket of fruit punch directly on to the asshole of a classmate's head. Immediately causing a ruckus.
You quickly move the ceiling tile to make the gap smaller, but still enough to watch the chaos. I giggle quietly to yourself. That familiar giggle that Megumi's ears have always loved to hear.
He steals a glance at you, a small smile finding it's way to his usually frowned lips. The way are lips are pursed in attempt to muffle your laughter, the way your hair still perfectly frames your face, even after it's grown. The way your eyes light up like how the y used to.
He sighs quietly to himself, causing your gaze to move to him. Your eyes meet his and there's a moment of comfortable silence, along with loud yells that are coming from below.
You smile. A sweet one, as if you weren't his little rascals of a friend. His eyes are drawn down to your lips when you give him that closed eyed smile. The moment doesn't last long.
"Oh... I know who did..." A classmate says from below.
A yell following soon after the realization.
"Fushiguro! (L/n)!"
Your eyes widen, Megumi's stay calm. Snapped out of trance. I nod your head to the side, signaling that the two of you should quickly leave.
Making your way through the creaky, tight ceiling. You two go to the usual exit that leads to outside the gymnasium.
Out of panic, you quickly move the wooden plank that covers the exit, then hop out. Megumi follows, but he pauses when his fingers graze creases on the wooden plank.
You're looking around, checking if anyone has found you. Megumi uses this time to observe the plank.
M+(Your Initial)
Your initial is carved together with Megumi's. His eyes widen in surprise for a second. A warm feeling making his heart beat faster. He didn't remember writing this or seeing it before.
Did you write this back then?
"Megumi! C'mon, I hear running!" I shout from below.
~~~
The two of you finally come to a stop, panting on the sidewalks. You lean against a light pole, Megumi standing straight and rubbing his neck.
"I think we lost them." He says and you nod in agreement.
After catching your breath, you guys continue to walk to god knows where. The night is cool and stars are scattered along the dim sky.
Walking side by side. Hands in your pockets. Gaze forward, but occasionally drifting to each other or the sky.
"We were in such a rush to soak that guy that we didn't have the chance to have a proper conversation." You mutter, breaking the silence.
"...How are you?" Megumi starts hesitantly.
"Pretty good. You?"
"Same."
"..."
"..."
"Are you still a brooding jerk?" You ask.
"I guess." He answers bluntly.
"..."
"..."
"I miss you, ya know?" You whisper. Like you're unsure of your own words.
This causes Megumi's eyebrows to raise, he glances at you for spilt second, but immediately looks away, as if he were scared you'd disappear if he looks any longer.
"Me too." The words slip out of his mouth.
You giggle, Megumi's looks at you again, confused. The two of you walk a bit slower, trying to match the speed time seems to be moving in.
"You miss yourself?" You explain how his word sounded.
"No! I- ugh... Shut up, you pain in the ass." He stammers, cheeks dusted pink. Harsh words leaving his mouth, but hold no malice.
Those words are like sweet nothings to you.
"Make me." You say in that painful innocent voice. Like honey, like sugar.
You'd always say your threats like they were compliments. It was sinister to those who receive them. You'd give that cute smile while absolutely burning them.
Megumi thought it was cute though. Actually, first he thought it was annoying.
Megumi stops in his tracks, you follow. Tilting your head to the side in curiosity, perplexed by his actions. Back then, you'd say "Make me" and that would cause him to just shut up and you'd win the banter.
He stands in front of you. Now time has completely stopped.
Your breaths illuminated by the glow of the street lights above you. Showing how combine and move further to tingle your faces. You didn't notice how close you were until now. Only getting closer.
"One year, huh?" You chuckle awkwardly, fighting the building up nerves.
"One year too much, but it all still feels the same." He whispers. You both feel his words mentally and physically as his breath brushes against your lips.
Maybe you're moving to fast. Maybe you should slow down. You've just met after a year. You've just shared words after a year. Gazes, short moments, two hours of partying. But it was all enough.
Moving too fast, but time is moving so slow, if moving at all.
Within moments your eyes close and your lips meet his.
Reunited at last, even though they were never together. Cold from the night air, but warm against yours.
Almost instinctively your arms move up to wrap around his neck, afraid to let go. In return he deepens the kiss, soft hands on your cheeks to keep you steady.
~~~
"Megumi! (L/n)! Where are you two?!" Yuji yells, still inside the gymnasium party.
Running in circles as he's chased by angry teenagers that are looking for a fight. Something to burn their anger on.
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