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Megumi was absolutely exhausted from the mission he had just gotten back from, incredibly relieved to have finally reached his dorm room to be able to relax. He hastily opened the door and stepped into the entrance of his dorm room, shutting the door behind him.
That cursed spirit really did a number on me. He thought, examining his arm that had a big gash in it, dried blood crusted around the edges of it. Nothing too serious to warrant the utmost concern, thankfully. But, to Megumi, it wasn’t something that was worth quickly seeing Ieiri about. Even if the wound stung like a bitch.
Megumi hobbled to his bathroom to take a shower, flicking on the light switch and turning toward the mirror. Megumi examined himself, a few scrapes and cuts here and there, dirt and dried blood on his cheeks. He ran his unwounded hand through his messy hair. He took a deep breath. His wounded arm stung with pain from the cursed spirit he had fought earlier. I should hop into the shower quickly; it might help my arm.
Megumi turned on the shower, stripped off his clothes, and hopped in. The hot water rushed over him. Megumi had always loved hot showers.
Megumi stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a towel, taking extra care not to irritate the gash in his arm.
He walked out to his dresser and grabbed a white T-shirt and sweatpants, changing into them. Megumi shuffled to his bed and collapsed onto it from exhaustion. He rolled over to face his bedside table and reached over to it to grab the book he was currently reading.
Someone knocked at Megumi’s door, interrupting the boy’s not even five minutes of silence he had. I wonder who that could possibly be. Megumi got up off his bed, tossed the book onto it, and walked over to his door to open it to whoever was outside. The pink-haired boy was standing outside.
“Hey, Fushiguro!” Yuji said with his signature smile that he always had when greeting someone. Megumi was startled by Yuji, fully not expecting anyone to be at his door, let alone Yuji. ”Hi, Itadori.” Megumi said. “Do you need something?” Megumi looked at Yuji, checking if he had been injured, too. “Ah, sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to check on you after the mission, that's all.” Yuji said. He was always so considerate, always checking on people. Megumi always loved that about him— no, liked. He liked Yuji in a platonic way. Right…?
Megumi’s thoughts quickly started spiraling, those thoughts being of how Megumi might be in love with his best friend. He quickly repressed those thoughts, knowing Yuji probably didn't feel the same about him.
”Wait- Fushiguro- are you okay?” Yuji suddenly said, taking Megumi out of his spiral. Yuji’s smile dropped, replaced by a face of concern. His eyes had dropped down and focused on Megumi’s arm while Megumi was thinking about his feelings for Yuji. “You have a giant gash in your arm.”
Megumi glanced down at his arm, moving it slightly out of view of Yuji. Shit. ”I'm fine.” Megumi said. “It doesn’t really hurt.” Megumi was lying. Even after the shower, the wound still stung like hell, but Yuji didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need Yuji worrying about him even more. Yuji already had concern etched into his forehead.
”Are you sure? It looks pretty bad. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” Yuji asked, he’s really concerned. ”I’m fine, Itadori. You don’t need to worry about me.” Megumi said. ”You should go see Ieiri.” Yuji said firmly. “I’ll see her in the morning,” Megumi said. “I don’t want to disturb her this late.” A partial lie. He didn’t plan on seeing Shoko unless something serious happened with the wound. ”No. You need to see her now. I’m taking you to see Ieiri.” Yuji pressed. ”Itadori, I’m fine, really. You don't need to-“ Megumi gets cut off by Yuji, gently grabbing Megumi’s unwounded wrist.
Megumi felt heat rising to his cheeks. Yuji clearly didn't realize what he was doing. He turned his head away from Yuji to hopefully stop him from seeing Megumi’s flushed face. He tried pulling the collar of his T-shirt over his nose, but it was a futile attempt. If only he had his uniform on right now, that’d be a lifesaver. “You okay, Fushiguro? Your face is all red-“ Yuji started. “I’m fine.” Megumi cut Yuji off, with a bit harsher of a tone than was intended. “I’m fine, Itadori,” Megumi repeated, with a more gentle tone this time.
Megumi relaxed his face and composed himself. The flush on his cheeks went away. He slowly turned his head to face Yuji again. Yuji studied Megumi for a few seconds before gently pulling Megumi by the hand down the dorm building’s hallway, headed to Shoko.
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“-I recommend you keep the wound bandaged and use an antibiotic ointment on it for at least a week, as it is a fairly serious wound. Come back if you have any concerns about the wound, and, also, I’d like you to come back in a week so I can see how it's healing.” Shoko said.
Megumi was seated on a bench in front of Shoko, she was sitting in a chair at a desk, presumably, one of those you’d see at a hospital. Yuji sat in a chair against the wall to the right of Megumi. He was laser-focused on what Shoko was saying, he still had a bit of concern on his face Megumi really didn’t understand why Yuji was making such a big deal out of his wound. He’d be fine. But, Yuji insisted and Megumi couldn’t argue, even if he tried.
“Alright!” Yuji answered, glancing in Megumi’s direction. Megumi just nodded.
Shoko sat up from her chair and walked to a cabinet on the wall in front of Megumi, taking out antibiotic ointment and bandages. Shoko turned and walked toward Megumi, she set the bandages down onto the bench, and opened the ointment.
“So, how’d you get this gnarly of a wound?” Shoko asked. “I was fighting a cursed spirit, I think it was a grade three or something? I let my guard down for a second and it was able to wound me.”
Shoko had applied the ointment and was finishing bandaging up Megumi’s arm.
“Ah, yeah, you gotta make sure you’re not letting your guard down for even a second, or else this might happen, or worse.” Shoko said “Allllright! You’re good to go, Fushiguro.”
Megumi hopped off the bench, Shoko had handed Yuji the bandages and Antibiotic ointment. “Are you ready to go, Fushiguro?” Yuji asked, flashing a smile. Megumi hummed in agreement.
Yuji opened the door of Shoko’s office, motioning his hand out of the door.
“After you, Fushiguro!” Yuji said, grinning. Megumi’s face flushed a bit at that, why was he blushing? It’s just a friendly action. He shot Yuji a glare that had no irritation behind it. Yuji just grinned wider.
Megumi walked out of the door, Yuji following close behind.
“So, what time would you like for taking care of your arm?” Yuji asked, walking next to Megumi. What? “Huh?” Megumi said in confusion. Turning his head towards Yuji, cocking his head to the side slightly. Thankfully, Megumi had composed himself, so he was no longer blushing.
“Oh, like, applying the antibiotic ointment and putting the bandages onto your arm. Ieri gave me the stuff, so, I assumed I would just, like, come over to your dorm every night to help you with it!” Yuji said, with that signature smile. He was always so cute when he smiled. What? Why was Megumi thinking that? He’s just a friend. Yuji wouldn’t like Megumi back the same way if Megumi thought otherwise. Right?
“Fushiguro? Fushiguro, you good?” Yuji broke Megumi from his spiral, for the second time tonight. “Huh- oh, uh, yeah, no, I’m good.” Megumi said a little too fast. “Okay…” Yuji said. He didn’t sound convinced at all. “Oh, looks like we’re already back at the dormitory.” Yuji said. He had stopped walking and turned his head towards the dormitory building. “‘Night, Fushi!” Yuji said with a smile and a wave, running down the dormitory hallway towards his dorm. “Goodnight Ita-“ Megumi started, realizing what Yuji had just called him.
‘Fushi’. Yuji had just called Megumi ‘Fushi’. Megumi was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. His face flushed. His face turned almost entirely red. He straight up ran to his dorm, slamming the door behind him. He had to process what the fuck just happened.
I’m overreacting. He just called me a nickname. It’s fine, Megumi. Calm down. Megumi stood in the entrance to his dorm, hand clasped helplessly over his mouth. He kicked off his shoes, only to sink to the floor next to the door, resting his head against the wall. The way the nickname ‘Fushi’ sounds in Yuji’s mouth sounds right. Like as if the nickname was made for him alone to say.
Megumi couldn’t deny it anymore, he was in love with his best friend. He’d have to accept that, and the fact that Yuji probably doesn’t feel the same.
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Yuji had ran to his dorm before he could see Megumi’s reaction to Yuji calling him ‘Fushi’. He was too nervous that he might’ve made Megumi uncomfortable so he just decided to book it. A few minutes after Yuji had gone into his dorm, he heard Megumi’s door slam shut. I hope Megumi didn’t get upset or anything at the nickname. Yuji was probably overthinking it, but he was still nervous.
Yuji had taken quite a liking to Megumi since he first joined Jujutsu Tech. He knew that much. Yuji hoped Megumi also liked Yuji—as a friend, platonically, right? He had no way to know for sure, though, as Megumi didn’t tend to showcase his real feelings or emotions.
Instead, if Megumi was, for example, irritated, he’d give glares and speak in a sharper tone, and, not speaking as much as he barely did already. Yuji had noticed things that no one else normally would, like the way Megumi’s usually hard exterior would soften when eating food he really liked, or how his eyes glistened beautifully in moonlight, rain, or sunlight.
Or how Megumi kept two little dog plushies on his bed, a white one and a black one, attempting to be hidden behind Megumi’s pillow, but to no avail, at least to Yuji. Or how-
Yujji couldn’t seem to get Megumi out of his head, so, instead of just standing there letting his thoughts spiral, he decided he would just go to sleep, it was late, after all.