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Itadori was walking down the road back to Jujutsu society by himself, when suddenly he noticed Megumi waving his arm from behind. He seemed eager to join him.
"Oh, sup Fushi?" Itadori casually greets.
Megumi was holding his knees and catching his breath, he clearly still didn't have his athletic ability yet.
"Hey Ita… dori… haaa… h-hold on… haaaa…" Fushiguro greeted back between his panting breaths.
It was pretty hot today, and the two of them were still wearing their sorcerer uniforms, so Itadori couldn't blame him for taking so long on the recovery. That said, he was still pretty impatient. So after what was too many seconds in his opinion, Itadori turned around to continue his walk, refusing to wait up any longer for his friend.
"Hey Itadori! Wait up!! I wanna walk back, haaa… with you!" Fushiguro loudly announced.
"Then start movin' dude. I'm not waiting up for you just to stand still and catch your breath all day." Itadori said in an extremely deadpan tone.
That earned a small chuckle from Fushiguro. As he caught up with, and began walking at his pace, beside him.
"Fair enough." he replies.
From then on, there's a period of silence between the two teens as they walk back to Jujutsu society. Fushiguro's always up for some peaceful quiet, but with Itadori's a different case. He wants to know him better, and this seems like the perfect opportunity to bond as team together. If only he could come up with some good conversational topics… one of which will certainly not do. He coughs to clear his throat, working up the social courage to actually ask what he's been wondering.
"H-hey, Itadori?-"
"Oh!! Fushiguro, I actually had a question I wanted to ask you!" Itadori brashly interrupts.
Ouch, that took a lot of mental strength for him to verbally put out. But fuck it, why not roll with what Itadori wants to know?
"…Alright, what is it?" he asks.
A shit-eating grin spreads cheerfully across his face.
"Ya got any crushes~?" he teasingly inquires.
Fushiguro immediately feels his heart sink deep into his chest, as a blush suddenly forms over his own.
"Cr-Crushes?? What brought this to attention??" Fushiguro questions, maybe a little too expressively for his whole emo persona… oops.
"It was just on my mind man! Ya don't gotta answer if ya don't wanna." Itadori states, still wearing that shit-eating grin.
Fushiguro clears his throat into his fist again.
"No no, it's fine. I'm actually quite curious to know some of yours myself…" Fushiguro states, being the smoothest he thinks he's ever been.
Itadori raises a hand up to contemplatively stroke at his chin.
"Couple of mine huh?…" he murmurs, pondering his response.
It takes him a minute or two to properly think it through, but once he does his gaze lands on Fushiguro again. Which, admittedly, does make Fushiguro's own wander away timidly. As the blush on his face furthers in it's wake.
"You know the teacher of our rival class of sorcerers? Utahime-Sama I think..?" Itadori says, half-surely.
"Yeah, Utahime-Sama. You're right." Fushiguro reassures.
"She's pretty hot right?" he continues once more certain.
Fushiguro's gaze lands back onto him yet again in his surprise. He isn't shocked that Itadori would be into Utahime-Sama, she is incredibly pretty after all, but he is surprised to know…
"Whah? Itadori, I didn't know you were into older women!" Fushiguro says, with way too much disbelief in his tone.
Itadori chuckles.
"Whaaaat? C'mon dude! Isn't that like, every teen's fantasy? To hook up with their hot teacher~?" Itadori explains, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
He isn't wrong. Older men, specifically teachers, is a universally damn hot fantasy. Just thinking about it within his wild imagination brings the former blush back onto his face.
"She isn't your teacher though." Fushiguro clarifies.
"So? That just adds to my point dude. Doesn't it?" he says, wiggling his eyebrows in a comedically suggestive fashion again.
Fushiguro stifles another laugh, it's really damn hard keeping up his emo persona with him around. He shoves Itadori's face away from his own, as Itadori giggles victoriously in his mischief.
"Al, Alright. Any others?" Fushiguro asks.
Itadori takes another moment to think on it, but for not nearly as long this time around.
"Maki." he bluntly states.
Now that, that is something that shocks him. Fushiguro looks at his friend like he's just grown a second pair of heads and he's talking to a human hydra.
"Maki-Senpai?? I thought you couldn't stand her!" Fushiguro yells, once again getting way too passionate for his type of character.
Itadori swiftly shrugs his shoulders.
"I mean, yeah she can be a little bit annoying sometimes, especially when I'm hanging out with Kugisaki and she won't shut up about her during our movie nights. But she's a total hottie man! And isn't it every man's dream to be with the kind of woman who may actually just kill him?" he explains.
That… actually makes a lot of sense. Maki-Senpai is very endearing, also very pretty… maybe that's what Itadori likes? Pretty? He shakes off that last thought, no time for his gay feelings to interfere with his interrogation.
"Alright, well how about-" Itadori cuts him off with a finger to his lips.
"Nah, it's your turn now dude! Gimme something!!" he says, impishly rubbing his palms together in his eagerness.
Oh great, he was hoping he could get away scot-free of having to actually answer himself. He's already ran through all the crushes he's ever had before in his head, but none of them are very interesting to talk about… besides one in particular. But no, no way is Fushiguro gonna talk about him, that'll be way too embarrassing to endure when he's already this flustered just being around Itadori.
So he scratches coyly at his cheek, one eye closed. "Ehh, f-funny thing about that… don't got any, at least not any note-worthy ones…" he fibs through the skin of his teeth.
Itadori looks straight into him, with a blank expression for the moment, and then he squints. Fushiguro can tell that he doesn't believe his lie in the slightest, which only makes him more flustered as he's now being cornered into answering.
"C'mon dude, I'm not that slow. Literally everyone has a note-worthy crush, I know you have one too dude. Stop lying and tell me!" he demands.
"Must I? It's real friggin' embarrassing dude…" Fushiguro responds.
"That only makes me more curious! Besides, I told you about my embarrassing crushes with confidence, so now it's your turn!! It's only fair dude, c'mon." Itadori explains.
Fushiguro snorts holding back a laugh.
"I wouldn't call Utahime-Sama and Maki-San "embarrassing crushes" dude, come on now. Be real with me." he says, rolling his eyes while smirking.
Itadori snaps his fingers and points directly at him, very seriously.
"You're changing the subject! Back on topic! Who's. Your. Crush??!" he demands.
Fushiguro stutters while trying to think of anything to shift the subject effectively, but his mind's drawing too big of a blank.
"I-, I… uugghhh, fine. But you can never tell anyone of this. Especially, not the crush in question, alright?" Fushiguro requests.
Itadori nods.
"Yep yep! Fine with me dude. My lips are sealed."
"I'm fucking serious man, if he ever finds out, I'm gonna mangle you. Okay?!" Fushiguro snaps.
Itadori raises his hands up defensively.
"Whoa, chill man! I got you, I got you. Your secret's safe with me, promise!" Itadori clarifies, crossing his heart with an index finger.
Fushiguro grumbles before sighing. "Alright, here goes… my crush is-"
Itadori stares at him with the most expectant, anticipant look he's ever gave him, which only serves to make Fushiguro even more flustered and pink in the face. His lips quiver together, a sign that he's getting a little too steamed for his own good.
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"…Heh? What'd you say-"
"GOJO-SENSEI!!! I had a big fat crush on Gojo-Sensei okay?! You happy??!" he blurts out, once again getting way too overheated for his general persona.
Itadori looks dead into him for a second, then some laughter arises, bursting into a full storm, before becoming a fit of guffaws at the poor teen's flustered expense. Fushiguro's eyebrows twitch and his lips continue quivering as his current crush proceeds to laugh at his unfortunate answer.
"S-sh-shut up dork! What's so funny about that eh??" Fushiguro exclaims.
"Nothing man, just didn't figure you for the Oedipal type!" Itadori snickers.
If this were a cartoon, steam would have fully bursted out from both of his ears at this point.
"Shut it! It was a long time ago and I'm way past that cringey phase of my life okay?!" Fushiguro very defensively explains.
"From father's biggest fanboy to world's e-est e-boy doesn't sound like less cringe of a development my guy!!" Itadori chuckles.
Fushiguro is left grumbling and muttering curses at the man he's currently questioning his feelings for. Until Itadori pats his shoulder gently a couple of times and provides some reassuring words.
"Dude I'm just joshing ya! I totally get it, trust. Gojo's a sexy bastard, who would blame younger you full of hormones for thinking that way? Plus he was probably the only man in your life you had a significantly close bond with at the time, yeah?" Itadori says.
…Wow, spared him the effort of explaining. In fact, he couldn't have more perfectly summarized his past feelings towards their sensei and his father figure even if he tried!
"…Yeah, sh-shit man, you totally hit the mark just now! What's with that intuition huh?" Fushiguro says.
Itadori shrugs his shoulders again, his hand still placed upon Fushiguro's shoulder. It makes him blush a little, but he doesn't mind that anymore.
"Just comes naturally with my lineage I guess. My future kids are gonna be hella people-smart!" he jests.
Fushiguro chuckles, a smile brought back onto his face.
"Sure will, and who do you see yourself having those kids with?" Fushiguro asks.
Itadori hums contemplatively for a couple of seconds.
"I dunno, does anyone at our age even know that for sure?" Itadori half-answers.
Fushiguro shakes his head.
"Man, you've been pretty wise lately Itadori. All that time with Nanami showing itself eh?" he jests.
"Ugh yeah, he keeps imparting these mature "life-lessons" onto me like I'm his kid or something." Itadori replies.
The conversation falls silent again briefly, just as they've reached the entrance leading into Jujutsu society. The silence is then broken by Itadori suddenly shuddering, a sound that immediately inspires a flood of "thoughts" throughout Fushiguro's brain very quickly. He blushes and shakes his head like a wet dog trying to dry himself, before turning to look at the source of all these troubles he's been having recently.
"Dude what the fuck?!" he exclaims heatedly.
"Sorry man I just… nevermind." Itadori says.
Fushiguro cocks up an eyebrow, a look of genuine interest plaguing him suddenly.
"No no, it's fine. Tell me what's up?" he requests.
Itadori looks towards him with a pervy smile.
"I was just thinking about how hot it would be to have both Utahime and Maki as wives, and how happy our family would be… especially me." he says, practically drooling in his state of profound teenage boy-dom.
Fushiguro sighs and rolls his eyes, he should have expected this answer. Itadori suddenly fake-coughs into his fist and raises the hand that was just on Fushiguro's shoulder into a friendly gesture of farewell.
"Welp, we're here now. I gotta go work with Nanami for a bit, I'll catch ya later though Fushi!" he says with a charming wink made towards him.
Fushiguro's not surprised as he blushes yet again because of this, raising his own arm to bid a farewell to Itadori too.
"M'kay, sounds good. Seeya Itadori!"