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A dull silence filled the halls of Jujutsu Tech; the lack of students living in them was the cause. It was the holiday break at the school, and many (not all) of the students went home to their families for Christmas, save for a few who either: couldn't go home for some reason, their parents were dead and they didn't have any immediate family, or they just didn't want to go home.
Megumi Fushiguro and Yuuji Itadori fell under those people.
In Yuuji's case, he had no immediate family and no relatives who actually wanted to see him, so he was staying at Jujutsu Tech for the break.
And then in Megumi's case, Gojo was his legal guardian, and Gojo lived at Jujutsu Tech with his husband, Geto, so he had to stay as well. There were a few others staying as well. Nobara, Maki and Panda were staying.
So 99% of the first years and second years were staying.
The only person who wasn't staying was Inumaki.
Nobody really had any inkling as to why he wasn't staying—but he'd chosen not to, and when someone questioned him, of course, in typical Inumaki fashion, he'd answered with: "Tuna Salmon."
It was fine. The only person that Yuuji Itadori had any interest in spending time with over the holidays was his best friend (and crush), Megumi Fushiguro. He probably had too many plans with him, and Fushiguro was probably going to agree to about three of them.
In fact, Yuuji was planning on executing one of those plans tonight.
Itadoriiii
5:56 p.m
hey man let's have a movie night
ive got so many terrible hallmark films we can binge and make fun of together
Megumi stared at his phone, contemplating the offer. Despite Itadori not explicitly phrasing it as an offer, Megumi knew that it was.
He found his fingers tapping across his screen before he could psych himself out and say no.
Megumi Fushiguro✧
5:58 p.m
what time?
Itadoriiii
5:58 p.m
idk i was thinking like now
Now? Megumi flushed all the way across his face. He knew why, of course, he'd had this stupid crush on Itadori ever since they met.
The shikigami user took a shallow breath. If he agreed, he would be able to spend some time with Itadori. The only downside was that he would be watching movies with Itadori. And Itadori got pretty passionate about movies.
The only reason that pissed Megumi off was because he wanted Itadori to be passionate about him.
Sure, it was a corny thought. But he needed Itadori. He needed him so badly it nearly hurt. But he didn't know how to show it, because he was an idiot and emotions made no sense to him.
It hurt to think about, really. The fact that he didn't know how to express his feelings to Itadori properly. Because if Megumi did know how to do it, he probably would have confessed a long time ago.
Would he though?
Now that he thought about it, probably not.
But that was a problem for another time.
And then again, he felt his fingers moving across his phone screen before he could think better of it.
Megumi Fushiguro ✧
6:02 p.m
i'll be there in a sec
Yuuji silently celebrated as he read the message.
Fushiguro is coming over! Yes!
But then he looked at his mess of a room and immediately got to work. Fushiguro could show up at any time and his room was an absolute disaster.
He grabbed a pile of laundry and threw it into a hamper, then grabbed a broom and began sweeping up the dirt into the garbage can.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The same pattern of knocks that Fushiguro always did. Three consecutive knocks, a half second apart.
And then again, as usual.
Three knocks, each a half second apart.
"Itadori?" said that soft voice that Yuuji loved so much. He could genuinely listen to Fushiguro talk for hours. His voice was that soothing. God. He was so whipped, wasn't he.
"Coming! Sorry! My room's a mess!" Yuuji called back.
"It's fine! It's not like I was expecting it to be spotless or anything." Fushiguro teased through the door, and Yuuji nearly stopped breathing. The shikigami user rarely teased Yuuji.
When he did it always made the pink-haired boy flustered as hell.
It was like the other boy didn't know the effect he had on Yuuji.
"Rude." Yuuji retaliated, making sure to keep his tone light. "You can come in, by the way."
He could hear the sound of the door to his dorm creaking open and faint footsteps that were obviously Fushiguro's from the other side of the room.
"Hii!!!" Yuuji said excitedly, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart. "Welcome in, Fushiguro! Make yourself comfortable!"
Fushiguro mumbled something under his breath that sounded awfully like: "Call me by my real name.", but Yuuji wasn't sure.
"…huh? Can you repeat yourself, Fushiguro?"
"I said you can call me Megumi. If you want. But don't make it weird, asshole."
Yuuji gaped at him, watching as the black haired boy settled on one of the couch cushions and pulled a blanket over himself. He looked so fucking adorable… Jesus fucking Christ Yuuji needed to Get. A. Grip.
Fushiguro—no. Megumi, was his best friend.
They weren't boyfriends, they weren't dating, they weren't anything more than best friends.
(Unfortunately)
"Megumi? You want me to call you Megumi." Yuuji confirmed.
Megumi nodded.
"If I'm calling you Megumi then you can call me Yuuji, deal?" he offered, a small smile on his face.
A silence fell over the room for a moment, and Yuuji was worried that he'd accidentally said something wrong. But then Megumi spoke, and he relaxed.
"Yuuji." Megumi tried, as if testing how the name felt on his tongue. "Yuuji."
Fuck. That was hot.
Why was it hot, exactly? Yuuji wasn't exactly sure. But he wanted Megumi to keep saying his name like that for all eternity. If he did, the pink haired boy would die happy. He wouldn't need anything more in life than to have Megumi continuously say his name in that soft, raspy voice.
Yuuji was actually done for.
"Sooo…. which movie do you want to watch first?" Yuuji finally asked, plopping down a good distance away from Megumi on the couch. He both loved and dreaded the idea of being any closer to the other boy.
Megumi pulled the blanket he had around his body tighter and pointed to the one that the remote's cursor was hovering over.
"That one." he said. "It looks absolutely horrendous. I'm in."
And so Yuuji clicked on that Hallmark movie, and they were off.
Megumi was inevitably right, it was the worst movie they had both seen in ages—but it had been fun and hilarious. Now, they were watching a movie about a dog who went missing on Christmas Eve, but then came back on Christmas as a "present" for the kids in the family.
Equally as stupid, but just as entertaining as the last one.
It was fun, too. Yuuji was dying of laughter and Megumi was stifling chuckles under his blanket, hoping that Yuuji wouldn't notice.
But of course, Yuuji did.
Even though he was a known idiot, he was the most perceptive idiot that Megumi knew.
"You're smiling." He sounded fascinated.
He sounded wistful.
Megumi tried to convince himself that it was his imagination—that Yuuji didn't actually want him… but the note in his voice told a different story.
"Am I?" Megumi asked, trying to coax Yuuji closer somehow.
And somehow, it worked.
The pink haired boy inched closer, just enough so that their shoulders were touching.
"You are. You never smile."
It was true, of course, Megumi rarely ever smiled—he preferred to keep a stoic expression on his face at all times. But this stupid movie… and Yuuji… were making him smile like an idiot.
"Mmm. Your fault."
"Is that a bad thing?" Yuuji said, tracing Megumi's jaw with the tip of his finger, making him flush beet red.
Yuuji's red too, Megumi noticed.
So Megumi kissed him, silencing any further words.