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Itadori Yuji had never had a strong passion for music. Even on the rare occasion where he would end up putting some on, it was usually just J-pop or whatever came on the radio that day. Yet somehow, he was standing against a wall, drink in hand, as the loud rhythm of drums and guitar filled his ears.
Kugisaki had been trying to convince him to come to this concert with her for months, and after a little while of begging and complaining about how ‘he never did anything with her’—which wasn’t true in the slightest—he finally complied. He didn’t particularly enjoy any type of rock, but he was willing to listen to anything. So here he was, taking in the sight of the stage as Kugisaki screams along lyrics from the song they were playing. Itadori chuckles softly at the volume level of her voice, rolling his eyes before they focus back on the lead singer.
Her blonde bob was slightly messed up from the humidity, the curls at the end barely brushing her neck. Her eyes are a dark blue-green, big and wide as they look down at the microphone. Hana, Itadori remembers from Kugisaki’s long speech when she was putting her eyeliner on in the passenger seat. As beautiful as she is, the pink haired boy’s stare wanders away from her to focus on another person.
Behind her was a boy, sitting down with a matte black electric guitar in his hands, fingers precariously placed on each string. His eyes are covered by tufts of silky black hair, but it was obvious his gaze is solely upon his guitar as he played. His hands move rapidly along the strings, completely in focus. Itadori couldn’t quite remember his name from before, but he was completely awestruck by the other boy.
For the entire duration of the concert, Itadori’s mind had completely drifted from the noise and the music. His attention was only on the guitarist, watching his fingers move across the fretboard. Kugisaki had to snap the boy out of his trance by tugging on his sleeve.
“Show’s over, idiot. The music stopped, like, 10 minutes ago!” She says, crossing her arms.
“Sorry. Got, uh, distracted,” Itadori responds, scratching his neck awkwardly while looking at the floor. As they continue bickering, they don’t notice the guitarist emerging from backstage, Itadori falling directly in his line of vision. His eyes trail over the pink haired boy’s features, subtly admiring him as he walked past.
As they begin to walk out, they finally become conscious of the black haired boy walking out before them. Itadori blushes, the realization making his head spin. He was standing right behind the cute guitarist.
Now that he was at a better angle, Itadori could fully study the black haired boy. His eyes were also blue, but unlike Hana’s, they were a darker gray-blue and less wide. A pair of headphones rested on his neck, a red triangular design on each earpiece. He was wearing a silver necklace, and had a similarly colored vertical piercing on his right eyebrow.
Once they both parted ways—Kugisaki and Itadori eventually reaching his car—the brown eyed boy let out a deep sigh. He opens the car door and sits in the driver’s seat, grabbing his iced black tea and taking a sip. His eyes find their way over to the band’s van, a shorter boy with flat black hair forcing his drum set into the trunk. He can see the guitarist sitting at the front, drumming his fingers on the wheel, waiting for the others.
Itadori’s attention diverts from the window towards the sound of Kugisaki shutting the car door. Her hair was slightly more frizzy now, messed up from the chaos of the crowd and the 70 degree weather. He snickers behind his hand, and in response she slaps his arm. Itadori starts driving, his eyes focused on the road as Kugisaki gushes about the concert.
“So, uh, what’s that band’s name again?” the shorter girl spins her head towards him, iced matcha in hand. He had never taken any interest in music—let alone her music taste.
“Why? You wanna go to another concert with me?” She exclaims happily, a big grin appearing on her face. The pink haired boy rolls his eyes, but continues anyway.
“Just answer the goddamn question,” he responds, turning to look at the road ahead.
“Ten Shadows. They mostly do shows here instead of going on tour since they’re not that popular,” she says, tasting a bit of her matcha. As she proceeds to chew on the straw, Itadori removes one hand from the wheel to take his phone out of his pocket. He hastily types the name in on Spotify, one handed, before pressing play on the first EP that appears.
“What’s that guitarist guy’s name again?” Itadori asks as casually as he could muster. Kugisaki side-eyes him with a smirk at the crack in his voice, and nudges his ribs with her arm.
“You think he’s cute, don’t you?” she giggles. Itadori’s face flushes with heat, directing his vision away from her.
“Shut up. I’ve seen the way you look at that Hana girl,” he replies, his face finally dropping to a normal color. Her eyes narrow at the mention of Hana, turning towards him with an irritated expression.
“She’s the lead singer, of course I’m gonna look at her! And fine, maybe I do think she’s really pretty but-” Kugisaki starts before being cut off by a fit of giggles.
“Someone has a crush,” Itadori sing-songs, wiggling his rosy tinted eyebrows at her. She elbows him once again before turning to admire the view of early autumn trees out of her window.
“His name’s Fushiguro Megumi,” she finally spills, teeth still caught on the straw of her drink. At the response, Itadori smiles and turns his attention back to her.
After a while, the brown eyed boy finally decides to turn his eyes back towards Kugisaki.
“Okay, okay. Truce.” He holds out his right pinky towards her, glancing at her bored expression after a red light. Without looking, she interlocks her finger before quickly pulling away to drink her matcha. Itadori raises his eyebrow, chuckling while his vision continues to narrow in on the road.
“You’re so annoying.”
“Still your best friend though,” he smirks, to which the ginger haired girl lets out an overly dramatic sigh. She still couldn’t deny it, her and Itadori had been close for a long while now.
Fushiguro Megumi, the boy thinks, his mind drifting away from the conversation with Kugisaki. He’d be sure to remember that name for a while now. He was still thinking of those onyx spiky tufts, those deep blue eyes, and the slight scent of vanilla and whiskey that always filled the room that he was in. He takes a deep breath in, trying to find if the smell had wandered into their car through his or Kugisaki’s clothes. As Itadori pulls into the parking lot of his apartment complex, all he can think of is how he’s gonna lock himself in his room and listen to all of that band’s music just to hear Fushiguro’s soft voice again.