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Loser or Lover?

Summary:

In an AU where they all survive, Yuji and Megumi are 23 years old, and have been dating for 4 years. It’s Christmas and Yuji seems particularly nervous about the gift he got Megumi. What could it be?

Notes:

Some other ships are fannon in this! Includes Maki x Nobara, Gojo x Geto, and- of course- Itadori , Fushiguro!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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“‘Gumi! I’m homeeee!”
Yuji calls strutting into his apartment that he shares with Megumi.
“Merry Christmas, Itadori.” He says nonchalantly, setting his gift down under the tree. Yuji had gone out to buy a last minute gift for Nobara, as he suddenly remembered something she really wanted.
“Do you want to open your gift first or should I go?” Megumi asks.
“Oh! Uh,” Yuji stutters. “I’ll go first!” He hesitantly picks up the neatly wrapped gift under the tree, untying the bow as if it’s a crime. He gives up and tears off the wrapping paper. Inside of the box is a detailed watch, a manga, and card.
The watch is rose gold to complement Yuji, with a chained wristband.
“Turn it over.” Megumi says quietly.
Yuji does as he’s told and turned the watch in his hands. ‘To my love, Yuji. Merry Christmas.’ A tear formed in Yujis eye, his heart pounded as he read the message over and over again. He threw himself onto Megumi, positively shaking and elated.
He crawls back to his spot on the rug and takes out the manga. It’s a special edition version of Naruto- One of his favorites. He shrieks like a fanboy and opens to the first page. He gasps- it’s not just a special edition, it’s signed.
“‘Gumi how did you…”
“Gojo. He helped.” Yuji smiled.
“Card time!” He opened the card gently…
‘To my amazing boyfriend. I remember the days I admired you and the days I hated myself for loving you. Your humor, your personality, your goals and motivation-even your weird hair- I love it all. I love it all because it’s you. Merry Christmas, Yuji Itadori.’
Yuji cried. And he cried. And he cried.
“This almost hits as hard as my gift.”
Megumi grinned before he realized what Yuji said. “Almost?”
Yuji quietly pulled out a small box from his back pocket, uneasily cupping it in his hands to face Megumi. He stood up, and pulled him up with him. He fell back to his knee, coughing.
“Megumi Fushiguro. God, I don’t even know what to say. You’re amazing. Majestic. I love every detail about you- your weird hair, your beautiful smile, your personality. So I’m basically begging you, be my husband?”