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Honestly? The curse wasn’t even that bad. A grade 3, tops. It had taken the shape of something vaguely deer-like with too many legs, but it barely even put up a fight once Yuji clocked it in the face. And Megumi would never say it out loud, but they made a pretty good team when things went smooth like that.
Not that he was going to start enjoying these little bonding trips any time soon.
“We didn’t even get hit once!” Yuji grinned as they stepped out of the forest, sneakers crunching through dried leaves and dirt. “That has to be a new record for us.”
Megumi shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. “Still dumb to send just the two of us.” He muttered.
“What? Nah. Best to buddy up, right?” Yuji nudged his elbow like this was some kind of victory lap. “They always say work smarter, not harder.”
Megumi gave him a look. The kind that meant please shut up before I push you down this hill. Then he rolled his eyes and kept walking, ignoring the way Yuji stumbled a little trying to keep pace beside him. “Can’t wait to shower and go to bed.” he mumbled.
“Ooh, right! Do you think Gojo-sensei got us a fancy hotel?” Yuji bounced a little as he walked, like that alone would summon five-star accommodations out of thin air. “He’s rich, right? Maybe we’ll get one of those places with yukata and an open-air bath!”
Megumi shot him a side-eye. “Even the fanciest places out here probably aren’t that fancy.”
Which was true. They were way up north. Some sleepy village outside of Hachinohe. The kind of place where the streets rolled up at 6 p.m. and the vending machines were more up to date than the people. Megumi wasn’t expecting anything more than a futon and maybe a half-functioning heater.
Yuji let out the world’s most dramatic groan. “I was trying to manifest! You’re such a killjoy, Megumi.”
Megumi didn’t respond. Just kept walking like Yuji hadn’t said anything at all. Not because he didn’t hear him, he most certainly did, but because if he encouraged that nonsense, they’d never get to the part of the evening where Yuji shut up and Megumi could enjoy just five uninterrupted minutes of peace.
Unfortunately, peace didn’t seem to be on the menu tonight.
The inn looked like it had been standing since before curses were even a thing, whenever that was. Wooden exterior darkened from years of sun and snow, a sloped tiled roof, and a little paper lantern swaying out front with the name of the place written in faded calligraphy. It wasn’t rundown or creepy, just... ancient. The kind of place where the floors probably creaked no matter how light you stepped.
As soon as they stepped inside, the warm smell of cedar and something vaguely herbal hit them. A woman in her late fifties greeted them with a wide smile from behind the front counter.
“Oh my, you boys are so handsome.” She said brightly, hands clasped in front of her chest. “It’s rare we get visitors your age this far up north. What brings you all the way out here?”
Yuji, of course, was instantly in his element. “Ahh, it’s so pretty up here, though! Quiet, too. I wish we could stay more than just one night. Did you grow up in this town? That must’ve been amazing! So much fresh air!”
Megumi was half-listening. The other half of him was wondering how Yuji was always like this. Just instantly charming and curious and way too loud for someone claiming to appreciate the quiet. The irony wasn’t lost on him.
Still, the woman was clearly delighted by the attention. She beamed as she came out from behind the counter, gesturing for them to follow her down the hall. “You’re very kind. I hope you find it relaxing here. It’s nice to see young people still appreciating the countryside.”
Megumi said nothing. Yuji said something about mountains and clean water and how it “smelled like real air.” Megumi tried to ignore the fact that Yuji’s sleeve kept brushing his while they walked, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend he didn’t notice that sort of thing.
The woman led them to the end of the hallway, stopping in front of a sliding door with a little brass key already in the lock. She handed it to Megumi with both hands, giving a polite little bow. “Please enjoy your stay.”
Megumi nodded stiffly. “Thank you.”
She walked off, humming a soft tune under her breath, and Megumi turned the key. The door slid open with a satisfying click.
The room was exactly what he expected. Simple, traditional, and so clean it practically sparkled. The walls were wooden with paper screens, the tatami mats soft underfoot. A low table sat in the middle of the room with two cushions placed neatly beside it. There were woven blinds over the window, casting warm shadows from the late-afternoon sun.
It was peaceful.
And then there was the bed.
Singular. One bed.
It wasn’t even a futon. It was an actual bed, up on a wooden platform, tucked neatly into the far corner of the room like it belonged there and wasn’t a giant, flashing siren in Megumi’s already fragile nervous system.
He stared at it. So did Yuji.
Neither of them said anything.
Megumi’s brain short-circuited for about four full seconds. He could feel the heat crawling up his neck, and he absolutely refused to look at Yuji right now. Not with this one bed staring them down. Not with the way his stomach had decided to turn into a blender the second he pictured them lying side-by-side.
Which he shouldn’t be picturing. Ever.
Yuji cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh- hey, I can take the floor or something.”
“No.” Megumi said way too quickly. Then again, trying to sound casual. “It’s fine. We can just put pillows between us or whatever. I don’t want you to sleep uncomfortably.” He still wasn’t looking at him.
And Yuji, being Yuji, just smiled. “That’s cool with me. I sleep like a rock anyway.”
Megumi nodded, still very pointedly staring at anything that wasn’t the bed or Yuji’s dumb, perfect face.
This was going to be a long night.
By the time Megumi got out of the shower, steam clinging to his skin and hair dripping onto his collar, the room felt a little too warm.
He rubbed a towel through his hair one last time before giving up and letting it hang flat, heavy and damp against his face.
He pulled on his grey sweats and a plain black t-shirt, something soft and worn from a million washes, and walked out barefoot, toes sinking into the tatami. Yuji was lounging on the bed like he owned it, phone in one hand, already halfway through a bag of senbei with the wrapper rustling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room.
Megumi sat at the edge of the bed, keeping a solid foot of space between them. Not because he meant to be weird about it. He just didn’t trust his face not to give him away if Yuji got any closer.
“Hey.” Yuji said, bright as ever. “I brought snacks. Help yourself.”
Megumi gave a little nod.
“Got that spicy ramen you like too. The one with the black label and the weird chicken mascot.” Yuji added casually.
That made Megumi glance over. “You remembered?”
Yuji shrugged like it was nothing. “Yeah, you always grab like three when we stop at the konbini near school. You think I don’t pay attention?”
He said it so easily, like it wasn’t a weird thing to notice or remember. Megumi just looked away again.
Yuji stood, stretching. “Alright. My turn to shower.” He said, moving toward the bathroom. “Don’t miss me too much.”
Megumi rolled his eyes so hard it practically counted as cardio. “Not a chance.”
Yuji laughed and disappeared behind the sliding door. The room went quiet again.
Megumi glanced over at the bag Yuji had pulled the snacks from and figured he might as well eat something. He knelt near the kettle, poured the hot water into the ramen cup, and placed the little plastic lid down to wait. It already smelled delicious. Salty and sharp, the way he liked it.
Then, naturally, he dropped his chopsticks. They clattered onto the floor and rolled under the bed with a soft click .
He sighed, crouching down to fish them out and that’s when he noticed it.
The frame of the bed looked weird up close. A little bulkier near the bottom than it should be. There were faint lines in the wood, just under the edge, and a handle barely tucked beneath the lip of the platform. He wouldn’t have noticed it unless he was already on the floor.
Megumi squinted. There were little wheels down there too.
Wait.
No way.
He reached forward, grabbed the handle, and gave it a cautious tug. The bottom of the bed rolled out smoothly.
And there it was. A second mattress, thin but fully made, with neatly folded bedding on top. It was a trundle bed.
Megumi blinked at it. He hadn’t seen one like this in years. The last time had been back when he and Tsumiki were still living with his dad and her mom, in that cramped little apartment with the peeling wallpaper and the flickering kitchen light. They had shared a trundle just like this, Megumi on top, Tsumiki on the mattress underneath. It made him feel weirdly nostalgic, like something warm and a little sad had settled in his chest.
But also… seriously?
He stared at the bed. Gojo booked this place . And somehow they both just assumed it was one bed. Hadn’t even questioned it. Like Gojo wouldn’t have paid for a place with at least two sleeping arrangements.
Although… Gojo was Gojo. Maybe that was exactly why.
Megumi exhaled through his nose and glanced at the trundle again. He should probably set it up. Fluff the pillows, get it ready. That would be the normal thing to do. Responsible.
…Except if he did that, it meant he wouldn’t be sleeping next to Yuji. Not even close.
Not that he wanted to. Not in any weird way.
But also-
He bit the inside of his cheek. One of them would have to sleep on the thinner mattress. That was all it was. It made sense to leave the trundle alone. Yuji might offer to take it, but he was just as tall as Megumi. He’d barely fit.
Megumi crossed his arms and thought about how warm the bed had felt when he sat down earlier. Thought about how close Yuji had been. About how stupid he was for even thinking this hard about it.
The bathroom water shut off with a metallic clunk. That was apparently the switch his brain needed to stop thinking and start pretending he never saw anything.
He shoved the trundle bed shut with his foot, grabbed his chopsticks from the floor, and sat back down next to the ramen like nothing happened.
Steam curled out of the cup. Megumi pretended to focus on it while his heart thudded just a little too loud in his chest.
The bathroom door slid open with a soft creak and Megumi looked up, completely forgetting he was supposed to not look up.
Yuji walked out in loose black sweats, barefoot, with a towel slung around his neck. No shirt. Hair damp, skin still flushed from the heat of the shower.
Megumi’s eyes dropped to the floor so fast he could’ve sworn his neck snapped.
He’d seen Yuji shirtless, like, a million times. It wasn’t new. Combat training, changing after class, walking around the dorms like modesty was a made-up concept. This was not new information.
But this was different.
Because this wasn’t Yuji at practice. This was Yuji post-shower , skin clean and glowing, chest rising and falling as he walked across the room, and they were about to get into the same bed. That made it real. And awkward. And Megumi’s heart was trying very hard to pound its way out of his ribs.
He stared so intently at the tatami mat, he could count the individual threads.
“Hey.” Yuji said, wiping at his face with the towel. “Did you bring your laptop? We could watch something. It’s still kinda early.”
“Yeah.” Megumi mumbled. “In my bag.”
Yuji beamed. “Nice! Thanks, Fushiguro.”
Megumi swallowed, throat suddenly dry. He felt… wrong. Not in a bad way, but in a way he couldn’t describe. Like his brain had gone off-kilter and none of his usual defense mechanisms were kicking in. Maybe it was the quiet of the room. Or the single bed. Or Yuji half-naked and glowing like some kind of golden retriever in human form.
He glanced at the frame of the bed again. He thought about the trundle hidden underneath. He could just tell him now. Pull it out, say “hey look at that, there’s actually another bed,” and they could both laugh about how dumb they were for not realizing sooner.
That would make him feel less ridiculous, right?
Except… it kind of felt too late.
If he showed him now, Yuji might ask why he hadn’t just set it up earlier. Why he didn’t say anything when he found it. Why he sat here, silently letting them both believe they’d have to share.
And Megumi didn’t want to explain any of that. So, one bed it was.
He’d just put some pillows between them. That was normal. Not weird. Definitely not because he liked the idea of Yuji close enough to hear breathing and feel warmth and-
Okay, he needed to stop.
Yuji plopped down beside him, laptop balanced on his knees, towel still around his shoulders like he forgot it was there. “What do you wanna watch?” He asked, already scrolling. “Ooh, do you have that one dumb zombie musical Nobara made us watch at New Year’s? I kinda liked it.”
Megumi shook his head. “You pick. I don’t care.”
He always said that. It wasn’t true. There were plenty of movies he actually wanted to see. But he kind of liked watching Yuji’s dumb ones. He liked the way Yuji leaned forward and got excited when something ridiculous happened. He liked how Yuji talked through every single scene like it was a sports game and Megumi wasn’t silently trying not to look at his face the whole time.
He liked being wanted there. Even if it was just to sit next to him and let him ramble about some movie with too much gore and not enough plot.
So yeah. Maybe one bed would be alright.
The movie was garbage. Even Yuji thought so. He kept saying it out loud. This movie’s so dumb every ten minutes, followed by a full minute of commentary about the plot holes, the physics-defying stunts, or how that one guy definitely should’ve died three scenes ago. He was still totally invested, of course. Leaning forward, chewing on his thumbnail, eyebrows scrunched like this disaster of a film actually deserved that level of emotional focus.
Megumi wasn’t paying attention. Not really . He heard gunshots and dramatic music, some bad one-liners, a lot of screaming. Mostly, though, he heard Yuji.
“Do you think they all die at the end?”
“No way this dude survives that… Wait, never mind, he’s fine.”
“Why do none of them ever reload their guns?”
“Man, I wonder what everyone else is doing right now. Do you think Kugisaki misses us?”
“Have you ever been this far north before? It’s nice. Cold, but like, a peaceful kind of cold.”
Megumi didn’t answer most of it. He just hummed or nodded occasionally, eyes technically on the screen but brain very much not on the movie.
Yuji never shut up. Not even during the quiet parts. And Megumi couldn’t lie, he kind of loved that. He loved the way Yuji filled the silence without making it heavy. The way he talked like he’d forget how to breathe if he didn’t narrate everything in his head. The way his voice had this lazy, bright warmth that just made everything feel safe. Easy.
Megumi wondered if Yuji did this with all his friends. Sitting close, shoulder-to-shoulder, knees brushing slightly whenever either of them shifted. Sharing snacks. Sharing a laptop. Sharing air. Maybe he did. Maybe this was normal. Maybe it didn’t mean anything.
But Megumi kind of hoped it did.
The laptop was balanced between both their laps. They weren’t even touching that much, but with everything else, Yuji’s bare shoulders, the blanket across both their legs, the single bed behind them, Megumi was hyper-aware of it all. His thoughts were spiraling, and they weren’t going anywhere good.
Should I just… tell him about the trundle?
He could fake it. Pretend he just now discovered it. Drop his phone and whoops, there’s a whole-ass second bed under here. Or maybe get up to plug in the laptop and “accidentally” bump the frame. Hell, he could go full theatrics and trip coming back from the bathroom.
But that all felt like so much effort. Especially when, if he was being honest, he didn’t actually want to be separated.
He let himself glance sideways, just for a second. Yuji’s eyes were glued to the screen, brows furrowed like he was watching Citizen Kane or any other actually good movie instead of a straight-to-DVD zombie western. His mouth twitched with every over-the-top line, like he couldn’t wait to repeat it out loud.
Megumi turned back to the movie, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing again.
Yeah. One bed would be fine. More than fine, actually.
They finally shut the laptop when the credits rolled, both of them kind of fidgeting like neither knew what to do next. Megumi closed it and set it off to the side, carefully avoiding looking at Yuji’s very still shirtless torso while doing so.
Yuji stretched, arms overhead, muscles moving in a way Megumi really didn’t need to notice.
“So, uh…” Yuji said, shifting back into the middle of the bed. “We should just face away from each other, right? That way we won’t need the pillow barrier. More room.”
Megumi nodded, way too fast. “Yeah. Makes sense.”
It really did make sense. Logical. Spatially efficient. He repeated that to himself three times as they each turned over under the covers, backs facing each other, no contact but still so damn close.
Megumi stared at the wall. Just a plain, beige wall a few feet away. Nothing special about it. And yet he’d never studied anything more closely in his life. He could hear Yuji’s breathing. Steady and deep. Every shift in the mattress, every little creak of the old frame, every time the blanket shifted slightly between them. It was so much. He could feel the warmth of Yuji’s body, close but not touching. It was comforting, yeah, but also… humiliating in some small, invisible way. Because it didn’t seem to faze Yuji at all.
Meanwhile, Megumi felt like he was being slow-roasted alive. He felt guilty, in a way. Like he was harboring a secret he wasn’t supposed to have. Something that wasn’t his to feel. Because Yuji didn’t seem to care. Not about the bed, not about the space between them. Like this was all just whatever.
Megumi hadn’t moved in thirty minutes. He lay there stiff, silent, pretending to be asleep even though his body was tense enough to snap.
“I can feel the tension radiating off you.” Yuji said suddenly, his voice low and playful, like he was half-whispering to keep the peace of the room. “It’s like… this energy field. I’m gonna get cursed just sleeping next to you.”
Megumi turned his head slightly, just enough to see Yuji doing the same.
Yuji smiled lazily. “Is it ‘cause you’re sleeping somewhere new? It is kinda creepy in here. That old lady was nice but I wouldn’t put it past her to be secretly a yokai or something.”
Megumi rolled his eyes and turned back toward the wall. “The creepiest thing here is you.”
Yuji gasped. “What?!” He sat up, blanket falling around his waist, still pouting like a kicked puppy. “If anyone here’s a creep, it’s you! Always being all mysterious and broody. Lurking in the corner of every room like you’re about to monologue.”
That was so rude?
Megumi glanced back at him again, unimpressed. “That was rude.”
Yuji grinned. “I’m just being honest.” He laid back down with a little flump , arms tucked behind his head for a second before turning onto his side again, facing Megumi’s back. “Y’know, the single bed was definitely a test. Gojo wanted to see how long I could go without losing my mind sharing space with someone as brooding as you.”
Megumi scoffed. “If anyone’s being tested, it’s me. Probably wants to see how long I can last without knocking you out just so you’ll shut up.”
Yuji let out a dramatic whine. “Now that’s rude! And here I thought we were best friends. I thought you liked hanging out with me.”
Megumi turned over again, just a bit, and looked at him. “I never said I didn’t.”
That shut Yuji up for a second.
Megumi stared for a breath too long before finally turning his back again. “Go to sleep.”
And suddenly, the tension in his shoulders started to slip away.
Yuji let out a quiet huff and shifted, settling in again. The bed creaked slightly under the movement. A few more minutes passed. Soft quiet. Then, Yuji’s voice came again, small this time.
“...Goodnight, Megumi.”
Megumi’s voice was quieter still. “Goodnight.” He mumbled, finally shutting his eyes and letting himself drift to sleep.
Well, at least try .
Yuji did not sleep like a rock.
Which was irritating, honestly, because that’s what he claimed he did. Out like a light, he always said. You could dropkick me in my sleep and I wouldn’t even twitch.
Liar.
Megumi sighed quietly and shifted onto his back, staring up at the wooden ceiling. Maybe if the bed had been a little bigger, this would’ve been fine. Comfortable, even. After all, it was Yuji. The one person he didn’t mind being stuck with like this. The one person he wanted to be stuck with.
And yet he regretted not pulling out the trundle now more than ever.
Yuji, to his credit, had been good about staying on his side. So good, in fact, that at one point Megumi was pretty sure half his leg was hanging off the edge. He could hear the soft breathing, the little sleep-mumbled sighs, and every now and then the bed would shift with some minor movement.
Then came the thunk . A loud, solid thud followed by a soft ow .
Megumi sat up fast, already scowling.
Yuji was on the floor. Flat on his back, limbs awkwardly sprawled across the tatami mat, blinking up at the ceiling like he wasn’t sure what year it was.
“I’m fine.” He mumbled. “Didn’t even hurt. Tatami broke my fall.”
Megumi leaned over the edge of the bed, unamused. “Idiot.”
Yuji rolled lazily onto his side, clearly still half-asleep, but then-
He stopped. Squinting at the bedframe. At something just barely visible under it.
He pointed. “Dude, look! There’s wheels ?”
Megumi blinked. “Yeah, it’s a trundle bed.”
Fuck…
Yuji sat up. Fast. Eyes wide. “Wait, you knew?! ”
Megumi hesitated. Then nodded once. “Uh… yes?” Honesty was supposed to be the best policy, right? Right.
Yuji just stared at him, baffled. “You knew there was another bed and still made us share?!”
Megumi rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, first of all, made is a strong word. Second… I didn’t want to use it because they’re usually thinner. Not really made for tall people. It probably wouldn’t be comfortable.” He explained. “Tsumiki and I had one when we were little and she’d always sleep up top with me because it was uncomfortable.”
Yuji’s brow furrowed, lips parted like he was about to say something else, probably to argue, and then he paused. His expression softened slightly, still squinting at Megumi from the floor.
“Oh.” He said simply. “So you just… didn’t want me to be uncomfortable?”
Megumi looked away. “Something like that.”
Yuji let out a quiet laugh and leaned back on his hands. “You’re so dramatic sometimes.”
“You fell out of a bed. Don’t talk to me about dramatic.”
“No, I mean-“ Yuji gave him a lopsided smile. “You could’ve just said you wanted me to stay up there with you.”
Megumi froze. His brain short-circuited.
What?
Yuji was just being friendly . That’s what Megumi told himself, over and over, like a mantra meant to cancel out the heat blooming across his chest. Yuji was always like this. Close, talkative, warm in a way that made you forget how cold the rest of the world could feel. He sat shoulder to shoulder with everyone, laughed with them, threw his arm around people’s shoulders without a second thought.
So of course he didn’t mind sharing a bed. Of course he’d say something casually flirty and mean nothing by it.
Megumi pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose. God, he was so embarrassed .
Embarrassed because of the trundle bed.
Embarrassed because Yuji knew .
Embarrassed because he knew Yuji was going to tell Gojo , and once that happened, he’d never hear the end of it.
That might’ve been the worst part.
“Hey.” Yuji said softly, pulling Megumi from his downward spiral of mortification. “It’s okay.”
Megumi turned his head slightly.
Yuji’s eyes were kind, a little amused. “It’s kind of cute, actually.”
Megumi furrowed his brows. “What?”
Yuji laughed under his breath and nudged him with his shoulder as he climbed back into bed. “You. Hiding the second bed. Making up some excuse about the mattress or whatever. It was funny.”
Megumi’s whole body felt like it was on fire. Thank god it was dark in the room. “I wasn’t lying.” He muttered.
Yuji gave a playful whine and rolled his eyes. “You were lying a little . It’s fine. I’ve liked you for a long time now too.”
The words barely registered at first. Megumi was too focused on defending himself. He opened his mouth to snap back until-
Wait…
Wait. Yuji liked him ?
“Like…” Megumi stared at him. “Like that?”
Yuji smiled, a little sheepish but far from nervous. “Yeah. Like that.”
There was something so straightforward about it. Like Yuji wasn’t worried about how Megumi would respond. Like he just wanted to say it.
Megumi felt something tug in his chest. Like he was being reeled forward by a hook that had always been there, waiting.
Yuji’s smile faltered slightly. “Waita- hold on. Maybe you were being honest. Like maybe you really did just want to be comfortable…”
Megumi huffed and shoved him, more playful than annoyed. “I made it up .” He admitted. “Well. Partly . It would actually be uncomfortable.”
Yuji let out a short, surprised laugh. “So you like me?”
Megumi groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “If I say yes, will you shut up?”
Yuji nodded, beaming like an idiot.
Megumi sighed, heat creeping into his neck again. “Then yes. I like you, Itadori.”
Yuji made a quiet little noise of victory and flopped down beside him with a grin so wide Megumi could feel it even in the dark.
“Good.” Yuji said.
And for once, he did shut up. But Megumi could still feel him smiling.
Yuji settled under the blanket again, shifting a little as he got comfortable. Megumi expected him to stay on his side like before, but instead, Yuji scooted in closer, slowly and cautiously until his forehead bumped gently against Megumi’s shoulder.
Megumi blinked at the contact, unsure of what to do at first. His breath hitched. Then Yuji’s arm slid across Megumi’s stomach, tentative but warm, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold him.
Megumi’s heart stuttered. He didn’t say anything. He just let it happen.
Yuji’s voice came quiet, like he didn’t want to break whatever spell had settled over them. “Hey…”
Megumi turned his head slightly. “What?”
Even in the dark, he could feel Yuji watching him. “Can I…?”
He didn’t finish the question, but Megumi understood anyway. After a second’s hesitation, he gave a single nod.
Yuji leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to the corner of Megumi’s mouth. It was barely anything, but it made Megumi’s stomach twist in a way he couldn’t even begin to unpack.
Yuji smiled against his skin, then tucked his face into Megumi’s shoulder and let out a long, content breath.
Megumi lay still, eyes wide, trying to process what just happened. His arms hovered for a moment like he didn’t know where to put them. Like if he moved wrong, the moment would collapse.
But then he exhaled, slow and shaky, and finally wrapped his arms around Yuji’s waist. They didn’t speak again. There was nothing else to say.
Yuji was warm, pressed flush against him, their legs tangled beneath the blanket. Megumi closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep like that. His heart full, his chest tight, and Yuji breathing soft and steady in his arms.
-
Back at Jujutsu High, the debrief went as expected. Yuji did most of the talking, gesturing wildly as he explained how he took down the first curse solo while Megumi covered their flank. Megumi filled in the gaps with quieter, sharper details Gojo didn’t bother writing down.
“Good work, boys.” Gojo said finally, spinning lazily in his chair. “No major injuries, no property damage… that I know of. Proud of you.” Then he tilted his head, his smile growing sly. “So… how was the inn?”
Megumi straightened slightly. “It was fine.”
Yuji added, “Yeah, really cozy.”
Gojo nodded. “Good, I’m glad. Sorry about the trundle bed. It was the only thing they had available for multiple beds in the whole building!”
The boys answered at the same time.
“No worries.” Megumi reassured him.
“What trundle?” Yuji asked.
The room went still. Megumi’s eyes widened. Yuji’s brain caught up with his mouth. They turned to stare at each other in synchronized panic.
Gojo blinked. Then he grinned. “Oh no.” He said, clapping his hands once. “You idiots didn’t use it, did you?”
Megumi quickly responded. “No.”
“We did!” Yuji blurted out.
Another pause.
Megumi snapped. “ We didn’t. ”
Yuji scrambled. “I mean… we did , eventually- sort of…”
Gojo threw his head back and cackled . “You think I’d book you two a room with just one bed?! What do I look like, a romcom director?!”
They both answered in unison, flat and honest this time. “Yes.”
Gojo wiped an imaginary tear from his blindfolded eye, shaking his head. “Wow. No faith in me. No gratitude… God, you shared a bed when you didn’t have to?”
Megumi and Yuji were silent, cheeks burning. Yuji fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie. Megumi looked like he was already planning Gojo’s murder.
Gojo beamed at them. “Adorable.”
Megumi muttered. “I hate you.”