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“Are you using…?” Megumi questioned in a bewildered expression, but before he finished asking, Yuuji answered with confidence.
“The Hello Kitty sheets? Yes, they’re pretty.” He said in a serious tone.
They didn’t know each other so well, but Yuuji invited him to his room because he was going to show him “soul” music which was pop, city pop and kpop in one. Megumi was well aware of that because Tsukimi used to like pop music, but heard it in the quiet of her room with her headphones. Not blasting through the speakers—not singing in an awful tone.
Yuuji was friendly. Especially when he met Nobara, who was a girl who liked most of the same things he loved. However, Megumi took a look at the room. It was a sight for sure. He had some posters of women alongside little trinkets of Sanrio characters plastered on the walls. It was so colorful it made him clench his teeth.
He had a fucking curse on his body. Why was he that happy?
The music was still on when he tried to leave the place, but Yuuji grabbed his arm and made him sit in the bed with him. “I got a gift for you!” He said, chewing gum. His new classmate looked like a usual cliché mean girl of the school even if he was the complete opposite.
He waited till Yuuji ceased his chatting, and opened his drawer to give him the mystery boxes which had different sanrio characters. Megumi scratched his head. Gojo used to give him a lot of gifts, or some girls at the school, but he didn’t know how to react if it was Yuuji with pink lipstick, and his red spiked hair (which had a little glitter on it).
The other boy was smiling when he picked up the gift, and opened it quickly. The figure of Kuromi in a ballerina dress appeared in front of him. It was cute. “It’s your character from today. You are Kuromi-chan.”
Megumi rolled his eyes, but accepted his role as Kuromi. “And who is Nobara’s character?”
“She is the main character. Hello Kitty is hers! And mine is My Melody.” Yuuji thought for a second. His glossy lipstick was kind of mesmerising. And no, he wasn’t looking at his lips directly.
Yuuji was a stocky teenager, he wasn't taller than him, but built like an athlete. However, his style didn’t match him at first sight. It wasn’t the prejudice talking. No, sir.
His eyes were bright when they were training, and he was strong. Strong for someone who didn’t know the curses exist and the jujutsu sorcerers.
“How are my beautiful first year students?” Gojo appeared at the door of Yuuji’s room and Megumi was thinking while touching his little Kuromi. It was a keychain.
Oh, they were best friends because Gojo loved Yuuji’s attention and annoying chewing. He had a keychain too on his hand. He didn’t recognise the toy, but Yuuji screamed in delight. “Cinammon roll is so you!”
Cinnamon Roll? No, with that name it couldn’t be Gojo. The stupid man was smiling so bright, and Megumi wanted to throw up at the familiarity between Yuuji and his “teacher”.
Yuuji disappeared into the corridor because he said he was going to grab a pizza he asked for. He had a tiny fridge in his room full of cherry and peach coke. Gojo grabbed one, and opened up the can. It was ridiculous. “What do you think of Yuuji?”
“I don’t know him. He is certainly… too much.” Megumi said, but Gojo sighed. He didn’t mean it in a bad way. It was nice having a classmate with good humour and “fashion style” as Nobara repeated multiple times.
Yuuji came back with a pizza, a bright smile on his glossy lips, and he had glitter streaks threaded in his hair. Trendy.
“How is your girlfriend Yuuji?” Megumi heart’s did a sommersault.
He lowered the volume of the trashy pop, and Megumi breathed tiredly. “Do you have a girlfriend? Does she know you are a jujutsu sorcerer?”
“Oh, yes! She misses me a lot. But there’s also him, so she won’t be alone.” Yuuji replied with a sincere expression, and Gojo’s smirk was insufferable.
“As you can see, Megumi-kun. Yuuji has an open relationship with a girl and a boy.” His explanation was so stupid because he understood it quickly. Obviously he was doing it on purpose.
“Good night, my pretty first years. I need my beauty sleep.” Such in Gojo’s style, he left with long strides, and tired shoulders. Always pretending to have a happy mood when in reality he was dying of depression, of anxiety. He had such a gigantic burden it was understandable.
Megumi saw him go, and he stood up to do the same. However, Yuuji shook his head. “You can stay! We can make a little pajama party. Do you wanna see a movie? It’s still early!” His voice was loud, and he was doing countless gestures with his hands. The manicured nails, the purple polish on them was glimmering.
He didn’t want to see a movie, but he didn’t want to go to his bedroom alone with only his thoughts as company, and some manga he was reading. So, Yuuji grabbed his hand again, and nuzzled his shoulder. Megumi tensed after feeling the fresh shampoo of his head. The chatting was nonstop when Heather was playing on the tv. An old film of mean girls in the 80’s.
Megumi had never seen it. Funny, eccentric and ironic. Yuuji was laughing out loud like it was the best movie he had ever seen, and he was enjoying it too. It was witty, and Veronica felt relatable.
Sukuna was watching the interactions with curiosity. When Megumi left, the mouth appeared at Yuuji’s stomach, “You promised you were going to show me how those dresses suit you.”
Yuuji was organizing his training gear for the next day, and he remembered Sukuna asked him for that. He didn’t know why, but it was cute sharing his dresses with the curse. Sukuna was his name, and he was inside his body. They were sharing mostly everything.
“What a stupid boy.” Sukuna thought to himself. Maybe it was a little pervert to ask him that, but it didn’t matter. At least, the airhead was interesting, and he always nodded at his things. (Most times, he loved to hear his story, and about his strength).
Megumi felt a little hot when he entered his room. It was a different day. He appreciated it, and it seemed Yuuji was a box of surprises.