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Megumi had been laying in his bed all day, staring at the ceiling. Everything was a bit quieter today, more colder too. Itadori had been on a mission, he’d been out for a few hours. Maybe Megumi missed him a tiny bit, maybe he missed the warmth Itadori carried around. Megumi would never admit it to anyone but he really enjoyed Itadori’s presence.
Megumi liked Itadori a lot. The way he laughed at his own jokes, the way he’d subconsciously link arms with Megumi when walking down a busy path. Though, again, Megumi would never admit any of this.
The black haired boy sat up, stretching his arms and letting out a soft sigh. He walked over to his desk and looked at the homework that was neatly placed in the middle. He’ll do it later.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway outside his dorm, followed with a groan. It was Itadori. Megumi speed walked over to the door, rushing to open it. He looked over to his left and saw the familiar pink haired boy.
“Uh- Hey Fushiguro!” His voice was quieter than usual and Megumi noticed.
“Hi, you took quite a while,”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. The mission was a bit much.” Itadori said, his hand reaching up to move hair out of his eyes.
“How did it go?” Megumi asked, leaning on the door frame.
“It went okay, we kinda underestimated the amount of cursed spirits and how strong they were though,”
“Oh,”
Itadori nodded with a small smile.
“I’m gonna go and uh,” He pointed at his dorm behind him. “See ya, Fushiguro!”
Part of Megumi wished he could follow Itadori, to talk to him more. The other half wished he never had any feelings for the pink haired boy. Megumi is sure that Itadori is straight, he quite literally said he liked a tall woman with a big ass. Megumi was not a woman, and he wasn’t so sure if he had a big ass or not but that’s besides the point.
He walked back inside his dorm and sat down at his desk. Maybe he’ll do his homework now.
So that’s what he did, until ten minutes passed and there was a knock on his door. The black haired boy stood up and shuffled over to the door, not expecting to see Itadori standing in front of him. He had a small smile on his face, a shy smile.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could help?” Itadori held out the bandages that lay helplessly in his palm. “I really tried but I can’t do it myself.”
He was hunched over slightly, leaning on one side more than the other. Had the mission gone horribly wrong?
“Okay, come in.”
Megumi gestured to his chair and Itadori sat down quickly, so quick that the chair moved slightly to the left. Itadori looked up and Megumi could’ve sworn he stopped breathing for a second. Those pretty brown eyes, he could get lost in them forever.
Itadori let out a small groan and Megumi then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Helping Itadori. Just, y'know, lifting up his shirt and taking it off then casually wrapping a bandage around his waist. No problem!
“Fushiguro? You okay?” Itadori asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Hm? Yeah, I’m okay.” Megumi took the bandages from Itadori's hand and rolled them up. “You’re gonna need to take this off, sorry.” Pointing at Itadori's shirt, hoping he didn’t notice the blush spreading across his face.
“Oh, okay!” He pulled the piece of fabric over his head, letting out a sigh, and gently dropping it on the floor.
Megumi sighed and walked over to his first aid box that sat in the corner of his dorm room and grabbed it, bringing it back over to Itadori. He took out some antiseptic spray and carefully held Itadori’s waist.
“This’ll probably sting so I’m sorry.”
He sprayed Itadori’s wound, lightly rubbing his thumb over his soft skin.
“Fuck that hurts,” Itadori pulled an arm over his eyes, leaning back into the chair. “You done yet?”
Megumi gave him a small, reassuring smile and put down the spray. “Almost, just need to get you all bandaged up.”
He took the bandages and slowly started wrapping it around the pink haired boy's waist. Itadori hummed quietly, looking down at Megumi.
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes look?”
Megumi looked up, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. Did Itadori really say that?
“Not really, no.” A warm blush crept up on his cheeks and Itadori smiled, he had noticed.
“And has anyone ever told you how pretty you look, Fushiguro?” Itadori asked again, emphasising on you with a grin.
“Why’re you saying all this?” Megumi stuttered, continuing to wrap the fabric around the boy's waist.
“I think I’m in love with you, Fushiguro.”
Megumi stopped. Everything stopped. The air felt heavy, it felt hot. Megumi felt hot, was this real? He slowly lifted his head to look at the pink haired boy sitting in front of him.
“You think?”
“I know I’m in love with you.” Itadori looked right into Megumi's eyes with nothing but admiration and care. “I really mean it, you’re so cool. Ever since I first saw you I had this massive crush on you, not even joking.”
“I’m in love with you too, Itadori”
“Yuuji, please call me Yuuji now.”
Megumi let out a breath.
“I really like you, Yuuji.”
“I like you too, Fushiguro.”
Megumi’s brows furrowed yet again, shaking his head softly.
“It’s Megumi.”
Yuuji’s smile widened, placing both his hands on Megumi’s shoulders.
“Are ya done yet, Nurse Megumi?”
“Almost,” He answered, tying the rest of the bandage in a small bow. “Done! Now put your shirt back on, please.”
Yuuji nodded, grabbing the discarded shirt and pulling it back over his head. Then, he carefully leans closer towards Megumi, lifting his hand up and tracing his sharp jawline.
“Is this okay?” He steps even closer.
God, he’s so close.
Megumi nods his head once, confirming that he’s okay with whatever is about to happen next. In fact, he was more than okay with this. The distance between them closes, their lips touch and Megumi can’t help but smile into the kiss that they share.
It didn’t last long, just a gentle kiss, but it was enough for both the boys. Enough to know they both cared about each other. Once they pull away Yuuji just stands and stares and Megumi can practically feel the heat radiating off of him.
Yuuji let out a yawn, blinking the sleep away.
“Sorry I’m really tired, Megs.”
“Megs?” Megumi smiled, tilting his head slightly.
“Do you like it?”
The black haired boy nodded and held onto Yuuji’s hand, shuffling over to his bed.
“You want me to sleep? Here?” Yuuji asked, his face turning red.
“If you want,”
Of course Yuuji wanted to. He quickly lifted up the covers and practically jumped into the bed. Megumi soon followed him after and rested his head against the headboard.
Silence filled the room, a nice silence. Not awkward or weird, just calm.
“Megs?” He whispered, leaning closer so his head was basically on Megumi’s chest. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”
Megumi giggled, resting his hand in the pink hair.
“You’re such an idiot, of course I do.”
“Yeah well I’m your idiot!”
Megumi hummed, playing with Yuuji’s hair. It smelled of strawberries, a very strong smelling strawberry.
“Also, I was able to do the bandages by myself. I just wanted a reason to come back and talk to you.”
“Dork,”
Yuuji sleepily giggled, snuggling more into Megumi’s side. The black haired boy continued to play with the pink locks until he heard soft snores coming from the boy. After that, Megumi soon followed him to the slumber realm, holding him a little closer