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Megumi Fushiguro is often cold. It's no secret that he's always cold in the winter. Gojo always made sure to buy him the warmest clothes for the winter because of how cold he always was when he was a child.
And he is cold now.
It's mid January, and Megumi is freezing. He's shivering on the couch in his room at Jujutsu High, curled in his blankets. He will never admit to doing so, but he does every time he's cold. He grabs the blankets from his bed and flops on the couch, curling up into them to retain body heat.
Gojo found him like this once, and Megumi summoned his demon dogs and scared him away, threatening to summon Mahoraga if he told anyone. And Gojo cared about him— so he immediately promised not to tell anyone in return for Megumi not using Mahoraga.
Megumi would always retreat to his room no matter the time of year, so nobody suspects him when he stays there during the winter. It's embarrassing to say he's always cold— especially since Yuuji's around now.
Yuuji would probably insist on hugging Megumi until he warmed up.
And the worst part would be that Megumi would definitely let him do that.
So he's avoiding telling Yuuji completely.
Of course, eventually, Yuuji will find out— Megumi can't keep it a secret forever. But maybe he can keep it a secret long enough… at least until he graduates. Then he can live alone— in his own apartment— where Yuuji wouldn't bother him.
Not that Megumi hates Yuuji's bothering, he actually likes it quite a bit.
And he shouldn't.
He likes Yuuji.
He's not in denial about that. He stopped doing that a long time ago. It was way easier to stop being in denial than to continue. After all, stopping himself from admitting it was rather painful.
So he just avoids Yuuji when he can, and makes sure to keep their relationship strictly friendship.
They are best friends.
That is all.
Yuuji Itadori is never cold.
He has a high average body temperature, and he can withstand wearing shorts in -7℃ and doesn't even feel it when the wind brings extra cold on. He wears the lightest coats out of anyone at Jujutsu High; those coats could compare to fall coats, if he was being honest.
But Yuuji, even though he's an idiot, knows that his best friend, Megumi Fushiguro, is always cold.
His classmate does a good job hiding it, but Yuuji— even though he could be classified as one of the dumbest people on the planet— notices it every time. Fushiguro shivers whenever people aren't looking, and he always wears lots of layers.
But nobody else notices it because FUCKING GOJO— being the drama queen that he is— is always complaining about the cold and is wearing even more layers than Fushiguro is— and it's far more noticeable on Gojo than on Fushiguro.
But Yuuji notices.
And now that it's winter, he wants to make sure that Fushiguro isn't cold this winter.
Even if that means sharing his own body heat with his best friend. Because that was what friends did, right? They made sure the other was comfortable at all times.
Yuuji never really had a friend like Megumi before. Sure, he'd had his friends at his old school, but they weren't really ever his best friends. He was always more focused on making sure his grandpa was okay than having a best friend.
Sure, he'd always wanted one back then, but taking care of his grandfather was more important, therefore it came before looking for best friends.
But now, his grandpa is dead and he has Megumi.
So when he watches Megumi shiver at dinner and run off to his room right after— he follows him.
"Yuuji? What— what are you doing in here?! Get out!" Megumi exclaims, eyes wide as he sees his pink-haired classmate enter his room. Why was he here? The universal rule that Megumi had established for the other first years was: "DON'T ENTER MY ROOM."
Yuuji for sure knew that rule because he was constantly trying to enter Megumi's room, and was constantly being kicked out.
Yuuji just stepped further in, closing the door behind him.
"You're cold." he said matter of factly.
"No 'm not." Megumi muttered into his pillows. He knew he looked cold— he was surrounded by blankets and pillows and was wearing one of the warmest sweaters he owned— one that Yuuji gifted to him.
Yuuji raised an eyebrow and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Megumi.
"You sure?"
"…no."
"Can I hug you?" Yuuji asked, making Megumi freeze under his blankets. Yuuji— was asking to hug him? What was going on? This was confusing.
But Megumi really really wanted that hug. He wanted to bathe in Yuuji's body heat— soak it all up until he didn't know where his friend started and he ended. But… they were best friends. He couldn't do that. Could he?
He couldn't say yes.
He wouldn't say yes.
That would mean giving into his feelings. And he really couldn't do that because— Yuuji would probably find out.
Or maybe he already knew.
He really probably didn't.
Megumi peeked out from under his blankets at his best friend, who was sitting down next to him with a big grin on his face. God… Megumi just wanted to kiss it off him so bad—
So he did.
He dove forward and kissed Yuuji, catching the pink haired boy off-guard. His lips moved against Yuuji's with surprising softness, and it took a minute, but Yuuji eventually wrapped his arms around Megumi and kissed him back.
"Fushiguro…" Yuuji breathed, and tried to pull away to breathe, but Megumi wouldn't let him.
"Don't call me that." Megumi hissed, pulling away just enough to talk. "Call me Megumi."
Yuuji paused.
"You sure?"
"100% sure." Megumi confirmed.
And this time, it was Yuuji who pulled Megumi into his arms, kissing him just as softly as before.
They traded kisses for a long while before Yuuji spoke up.
"Are you warm enough now?"
Megumi just nodded against Yuuji's shoulder.
"Good."