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Today was not panning out the way Yuji Itadori had hoped.
Alright - maybe it hadn’t been the worst! He had gotten up on time, after all, and he did get to play a round of Mario Kart with Panda before class (which was so rigged, by the way), and the apple he picked for breakfast was great! Crunchy, sweet, totally worth it. So, yeah, his day had started off on a high note.
The issue was the downwards trajectory the rest of it had taken.
Omurice? Hit the floor before he could even get a bite. Megumi? Hadn’t seen him all day. Training? Knocked a part of the ceiling onto Yuji’s head. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood because of the rain, he was sweating because of the test that somehow completely fled his mind, and, oh yeah, he hadn’t seen Megumi all day.
Reaching his room after class felt like hitting the world’s most glorious checkpoint as he flopped onto his bed, letting out a grunt. He only lets himself laze around for so long before practically lunging for his phone as it rings; the name on the screen is blissfully ‘Megumi’. He pumps his fist as he slides to answer the call.
“Fushiguro!” He cheers into the speaker, flopping back onto his bed as he listens intently to the other line. “I thought you were holding some kind of grudge against me, or something. I didn’t see you all day, man, where were you?”
A sigh comes from the other line, which Yuji takes as a good sign that Megumi actually meant to call him.
“I was at the same classes you were, Yuji. All day. In the rain.”
Yuji frowns, almost thoughtful. He rolls onto his stomach, phone pressed to his ear as he picks at his sheets with his free hand. “Well, yeah, but I didn’t get to see you or talk to you all day, Megs.” A slight pouting tone never hurt anyone, right? “And today kind of sucked! I wanted to at least spend lunch with you. Or walk back here together, or something-“
“Yuji.” The line crackles, snapping Yuji back into focusing on the phone call instead of bemoaning his less than stellar day.
“Yeahhh.”
“…I missed you too.”
And that lights a fire under Yuji. He jumps to his feet, kicking on his shoes. He stomps around his room, trying to wedge them onto his feet as he keeps speaking on the phone.
“I missed you tons! Let me come over.” He slams into the wall with his shoulder, but that’s far from able to deter him. Megumi’s exhale on the other end does put a mild damper on his mood. His brows knit slightly as he shifts the phone from his right ear to his left.
“Do you…” Yuji tries not to sound downtrodden as he responds, “Do you not want me to come over? Oh, Megs, are you tired? Is that it?” He snaps his fingers, starting to cram his shoes onto his feet again. “Because I totally get it. It was super long today, and you always work so hard-“
“Come over.”
The words are abrupt and curt and oh-so-welcome. It’s like music to Yuji’s ears as he silently throws his hands up in victory before quickly moving the phone back so he can hear the crackle on the other end of the line. He waits patiently until Megumi says a brief “The door’s going to be open” before he asks sheepishly “…And food?”
Another sigh.
“I have soba. And crackers, if you want.”
Yuji pumps his fist. Another win. “Yes, please, I do want. I’m coming, okay, I’ll see you in a minute? And you’re…the best, and I love you?” He adds the last part on as a last-ditch effort to ensure Megumi won’t be too sick of him when he shows up. A crackle on the other end; a bowl getting set down, maybe? Yuji listens anyways, waiting for the inevitable response of-
“I love you too.”
Yyyyyes. He is so in. Nothing can stop him now - not the beep of the phone as it hangs up, not the way he bumps his head against the bottom of his bed when he reaches for his shoes, and not the puddle he steps in on his way out. Nothing, nothing is going to ruin his mood when he knows that he’s going to see Megumi and eat dinner and get to complain about his day and see Megumi and –
He knocks on the door to Megumi’s room. Waits, waits a little longer, and then, mercifully, it swings open. He grins ear to ear, arms wide open. “Fushigurooooo-“
Megumi’s expression is flat as he just stands there with the door open. He looks at Yuji like he’s waiting for him to do something, but what would that-
“Are you going to come inside?” He asks dryly.
Oh. Right.
“Right, right, right-“ Yuji shuffles inside and kicks his shoes off by the door, then crouches down to stand them up and position them neatly by Megumi’s.
“So…you made food for me?” He casts a hopeful look at Megumi as he stands up, shuffling over to stand near the other boy.
Megumi shuts the door and pauses, looking at Yuji. He blinks once at Yuji, who’s standing there with a smile as he rocks back and forth on his heels.
“…Yes. Like I said.” He points over at the table before squinting suspiciously at Yuji. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Yuji blinks, admiring smile not fading. “Like what?”
Megumi’s expression twists skeptically as he tries to step around the pink-haired boy to get to the table. “I don’t know, something’s off with you.”
Yuji steps out of his way, trailing after him to the table. He slumps down next to Megumi with a slight huff. “I’m excited to see you, Megs! I haven’t seen you all day..” He inches closer to Megumi, trying to slyly get within touching distance. “And today was kind of sucky. I just wanted to get to talk to you.” He tries to give the most pleading expression he can to Megumi, because really, he did miss his boyfriend! So isn’t it only right that he gets some form of affection?
Apparently his little scoots don’t go unnoticed by Megumi, who effectively stops him in his tracks by sliding over his bowl of soba and crackers to distract him.
“Ooh.” Yuji’s eyes light up slightly. “You’re so the best ever, oh wow-“ He digs in while Megumi watches before starting to eat his own soba.
“I heard the ceiling fell on your head earlier.” Megumi glances at Yuji, raised eyebrow an invitation for Yuji to speak – which he takes gladly, throwing his hands up as he swallows his first bite.
“Okay, that was definitely not my fault.” He rubs his head in memory, wincing. “It was just that-“
And then he’s off. He’s sitting next to his boyfriend, he has a meal; what better time to get the day’s events off his chest? The look that Megumi’s giving him doesn’t go unnoticed, either – that one that promises he’s listening, promises that Yuji’s words mean something to him even if it doesn’t always show on his face. It’s comforting as always and it just…makes everything else go away. Even the complaints pouring out of his mouth lose their weight when he sees Megumi’s lips twitch up in a small smile as he chews.
Eventually his story comes to an end, and so does his bowl of soba. He stares into it mournfully, chewing on a cracker. “That was pretty good, Megumi.” He glances over, doing a double take when he sees that Megumi’s bowl is still half-full.
“What!” Yuji gawks, fully perplexed by the amount still held in the porcelain bowl. “How the hell do you still have some?”
Megumi gives him a look – the one that says you’re not very bright sometimes, are you?
“Yuji, it’s been…five minutes.” He says this with the kind of gentle patience that makes Yuji slouch like a child being reprimanded, rocking his leg and staring at that instead of looking over.
“…I was hungry.” A pout.
“Me too. But I’m savoring it.” Megumi pushes some more crackers over to Yuji, who takes one and crunches down on it rather unsatisfactorily.
He exhales, leaning back on his hands and looking over at the other boy. “I was too busy savoring your company.” He offers a cheesy grin, elbowing Megumi’s arm. The slightly dirty look he’s shot doesn’t dampen his mood.
“What? That was a good line! It was clever, c’mooon.”
“That was a terrible line. Just eat your crackers.”
Yuji rolls his eyes as he picks up another cracker, studying it before setting it down. He shifts instead to lay his head in Megumi’s lap, looking up at him as he eats. Megumi doesn’t move to pet his head, as he hoped, but he does shift his legs to make Yuji more comfortable, which is basically the same thing in his book. “You look very sharp from this angle.” He observes.
Megumi glances down at Yuji, humming around a bite of soba before he swallows to respond.
“And you look like you’re begging for food. You can’t fool me by trying to flirt.” He reaches down, but instead of petting Yuji like he’d hoped, Yuji receives a swift flick on his forehead. He sits up, clapping a hand over his forehead.
“Hey!”
Megumi’s unbothered glance over should be criminal. Yuji would be offended if he didn’t find it so cute.
“My forehead.” He points at the (barely there) mark. Megumi seems wholly unimpressed.
“Yuji, I think you’re going to be okay. Truly.” The dry tone makes the pink-haired boy bristle further, crossing his arms.
“Well, yeah, you think, but you don’t know. Kiss it better,” he says hotly as he frowns. Is the attitude a bit put-upon? No! His forehead really hurts.
…And it is possible he’s fishing for a kiss. But that’s beside the point.
Megumi gives him a look, setting down his bowl of soba that’s about seventy-percent empty at this point (and still looks appetizing as ever to Yuji).
“…Did I really hurt you?” Megumi’s eyes scan over Yuji’s face, locking on his eyes after a moment. His tone holds an uncomfortable amount of sincerity for Yuji, who folds almost instantly as he flops into Megumi’s arms with a groan.
“No, I guess it didn’t hurt that bad. I’m just being dramatic.”
Megumi strokes Yuji’s back with a hand, letting out what sounds like a small laugh as he replies with a simple “I know.”
This is the closest to peace Yuji has felt all day, so he really doesn’t mind being made fun of, not when his nose is pressed into Megumi’s neck and his arms are around his waist and he’s comfortable. They sit like that for a while, much to Yuji’s contentment, before Megumi starts to eat again. Yuji lets out a small hum of half-hearted annoyance, shifting to sit up next to him and settling for resting his head on the other boy’s shoulder.
“Your dinner’s more important than me, huh, Fushiguro,” he grumbles, crossing his arms as he watches the bowl get lifted to Megumi’s mouth and back down to the table, to his mouth, back to the table again, up to his mouth-
“I’m hungry, Yuji. It’s not more important.” He sounds mildly disgruntled, but at this point he should be used to this, Yuji thinks. He makes a grabby hand towards the pink bowl.
“If it’s not more important, you should share.” Yuji sits up, holding his hands out expectantly, like it’s a given that Megumi would share. Because it should be! Aren’t you supposed to be generous with the people you love?
He screws his face up to look pathetic, dropping a hand to his stomach. “You know,” he starts, adding a little whine to his tone, “I didn’t even get lunch today, Megs. I told you about it, don’t you remember, I dropped my omurice, so basically I’m starving and it’s only right that you share with me.” He pounds a fist on his chest, making sure to sound extra dismayed at the lack of food. As he drops his head to mime defeat, he peeks up at Megumi, who-
“Are you laughing?” No way.
Megumi’s shoulders shake gently as he clears his throat, looking pointedly at the ceiling rather than Yuji’s face. “I wouldn’t do that. I was choking on my soba.” He sort of waves the bowl in Yuji’s face as he brings it down. No way that’s not on purpose!!
He quickly fixes his expression to look properly offended as Megumi takes another bite of his food-seriously, how does he still have some left? Yuji decides now is the perfect time to strike his blow of desperation; both for food and affection. He just needs to be patient…
Megumi scoops up another bite of noodles, bringing it halfway to his mouth before pausing. Yuji doesn’t frown, Yuji isn’t deterred. He just stares; a little unsettlingly, if the furrow of Megumi’s brow is any sign.
The black-haired boy squints slightly as he tentatively asks, “What’s wrong with you now?”
Yuji feigns boredom, humming nonchalantly as he shrugs, folding his hands in his lap. “Nothing. I’m just being patient. Waiting for my turn for you to pay attention to me.” He can’t help the slight dig, even as he waits to make his move. “Just keep eating. Enjoy it.”
Megumi’s frown of confusion deepens. “Well, now I really don’t want to eat it. Stop trying to blow me up with your mind, okay, it doesn’t work,” he huffs, bringing his chopsticks closer to his mouth. His lips part as he readies to take his final bite of soba-
Bingo.
Yuji takes the golden opportunity to lean in, catching the bottom end of the noodles before Megumi can slurp them up and sucking them into his mouth. His heart jumps with the brief victory, but the taste of the noodles is quickly overshadowed by the taste of Megumi’s lips as he mashes them together. The little “umph” of surprise that leaves his boyfriend’s lungs only furthers the satisfaction that washes over him.
He bites off the small amount of noodles he managed to get – really, they were just another plus to the real goal he had in mind. Now Megumi can’t ignore him, not when their lips are pressed together so sweetly and Yuji’s right hand is leaving his lap to rest on Megumi’s side, and everything comes to a halt in his surroundings as he closes his eyes and just focuses on the bliss that is them.
The tenderness of the moment is rudely interrupted, in Yuji’s opinion, when Megumi pulls away. He can’t help but lean forward to chase the kiss, stopped only by Megumi’s hand gently pressing against his face.
“Mm, what, Megs-“ he mumbles around the fingers pressing into his cheeks, the palm on his mouth, peering up at his boyfriend with mild disappointment. “Whyyyy.” He can’t help but whine, of course he’s whining! He just lost the best lips in the world, thank you very much.
Yuji watches Megumi’s face, pleasure settling in his chest at the blush he sees spreading across the other boy’s cheeks. He doesn’t pry away Megumi’s hand, not yet, because this has potential to be the start of something very good!
Megumi opens and closes his mouth with a click, dropping his hand from Yuji’s face; disappointing, until he rests it on Yuji’s knee, instead.
“…You ate my noodles,” he manages.
Yuji can’t help but smile crookedly. “I kissed you, too, or did you forget that already?” He tries to wiggle his eyebrows, but clearly, it’s not effective as Megumi scoffs.
“I didn’t forget that, idiot. You…I was in the middle of eating.” He rubs his face with his free hand, looking at Yuji like he can’t decide whether to let it go or hold a grudge. Yuji senses this, and tries to fix his expression to be more innocent.
“Yeah, and I was hungry…so I took a little bite.” He holds up his fingers in a pinching motion. “Just a little! And I wanted a kiss, too, because I missed you so much today…” He bats his eyelashes, letting his lower lip jut out slightly. “And I love you.”
Megumi exhales, dropping his head and shaking it slightly.
“You are something else, you know that?” His tone sounds more begrudgingly amused than anything. Victory is near and Yuji can sense it, smile creeping back onto his face as he leans back, face getting steadily closer to Megumi’s.
“So,” he hums, “is that…something a good thing or a bad thing?” He looks up at Megumi, noses brushing. The quiet breath he hears is like a balm to his almost bruised (but never shattered) ego.
“You know it’s a good thing.” Megumi grumbles, hand rising from Yuji’s knee to cup his cheek, and Yuji just melts, pressing his cheek into the warm palm as he kisses Megumi like he’s been dying to – which, after the day he had, he sure felt close to it. Feeling the other boy kiss him back, hand threading lightly in Yuji’s hair as they lean into each other’s mouths, that’s the highlight of his day. Maybe his week.
Closing his eyes and tugging Megumi down with him as they lay side by side on the floor is great. The fact they keep kissing is even better, lips working against each other’s with the barest amount of finesse but the perfect amount of love. Yuji’s heart beats faster, hands holding onto Megumi’s waist and kneading it slightly, content. This is what he needed.
Megumi lightly tugs on his hair to get them to break apart, and Yuji lets out a quiet grunt of irritation. It’s half-hearted, as just looking at his boyfriend’s face is enough to make him feel at peace again.
“What was that for?” he pouts, only barely, just enough to try to draw guilt from the other boy.
Megumi shakes his head, smiling faintly. “We can do this not on the floor, if you want,” he suggests. “My bed is just, you know, five steps to the left.” He kisses Yuji’s forehead. “This was cute.”
Yuji can’t help but beam, squeezing Megumi’s waist tenderly in increments; once, twice, a third time, before he responds with a simple “Alright.”
The shift to the bed is quick and they’re both wrapped up in each other again before either one has the chance to complain. Yuji nuzzles into Megumi’s temple, exhaling through his nose.
“You’re a pretty good kisser, Fushiguro,” he remarks with a pinch to the other boy’s side. The pinch he receives back doesn’t hurt too bad, or at all – in fact, it’s worth it, knowing he’s getting the attention he so craved from Megumi.
The responding hum he gets satisfies him further. “Yeah, well, you make a good practice partner.” Megumi strokes his hair, letting him nuzzle all he wants. “I love you, Yuji,” he adds. Like Yuji didn’t already know.
“I love you too, Megs.” He presses himself closer, warmth from both of their bodies combining to be better than any blanket could be. Seriously, there’s no competition for how Megumi makes him feel.
Yuji jostles slightly after a moment as Megumi clears his throat.
“…You wanna stay for a little while? Rain’s supposed to clear up around eight. You could stay until then.”
“Duh.” Yuji smiles, eyes closing as he ducks his head to nuzzle even closer. The hand in his hair starts up again, stroking and tugging here and there. It’s perfect, this is perfect.
Today had gone surprisingly well for Yuji Itadori, all things considered.