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Megumi Fushiguro had a problem. A pink-haired one to put it simply. His best friend, Yuji Itadori, had caught his attention a couple months prior. Ever since the incident at the detention center, he had settled into occasionally, but subtly, making sure Yuji was alright. Now at Jujitsu High, it was movie night and all the first, second and third years were there. Megumi spotted Yuji and felt his ears grow warm in blush. “Hey! Fushiguro! Over here!” It was Yuji. Waving to him from across the room. Fuck it, Megumi thought as he walked over to Yuji, “Where’s Kugisaki?” Megumi asked, noticing her absence. “Oh, she said something like she was going to hang out with Maki and the other third years, why?” Yuji responded. Megumi looked toward the third years, and, sure enough, he saw Nobara. She noticed him looking at her and waved while giving him a smug look. Why did I tell her about me liking Itadori?! This is just a ploy set up by her to make us spend more time together, isn’t it? Megumi gave her a glare that could melt titanium. She just smiled at him, confirming his suspicions. Yuji noticed the little interaction and said “Boy, she sure pissed you off this time, Fushiguro.” “Wow, you learned to read the room, I’m so proud of you.” Megumi says in a deadpan. Yuji holds up his hands in defeat, “Fushiguro, calm down I was just joking!” he says with a laugh, and as the sound of Yuji’s laugh fills the room, Megumi started to feel the warmth in his face grow warmer. Oh shit. Megumi thinks, I am screwed. Just then, Gojo announced that the movie was starting and for everyone to sit down and shut up. Megumi and Yuji sat next to each other on the big couch, and got comfortable.
The movie was a cheesy, low budget horror movie, but the jump scares sure as hell were scary. Megumi and Yuji sat next to each other and were forced into sharing a blanket, as there were no other ones available. Yuji’s hand rested on the couch between them, tensing at every spike in the music from the movie, and in the corner of his eye, Megumi glances at Yuji and feels the warmth in his ears spread down his neck, into his face, making his face bright red and warm. Testing the waters, Megumi places his hand next to Yuji’s. Yuji inches his hand closer to Megumi’s, their pinkies brush together, and eventually, intertwine together. Throughout the movie, every time the music spiked, Yuji’s grip on Megumi’s pinkie got tighter as he got scared. The rest of the students all screamed when Gojo accidentally took off his blindfold, and his bright blue eyes scared them. When the movie was over, Gojo was fucking around with the TV, trying to shut it off.
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It’s been two days since he and Yuji kinda, sorta held hands. Megumi is laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone, when a knock on his door snatches his attention from his phone. “Come in.” he called. Yuji Itadori stepped in. “Listen, Fushiguro, about the other night-“ Megumi cut him off, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have moved my hand towards yours, and should’t have held your hand and I feel so fucking bad that I could’ve ruined our friendship, and-“ It was Yuji’s turn to cut him off, “Fushiguro, FUSHIGURO! Listen, I was a willing participant in the- the hand holding, and you didn’t ruin our friendship at all, and- and, I still wanna be friends with you, and that will never change. I hope you know that, Fushiguro.” Yuji held Megumi by the shoulders. Their eyes meet. You could cut the tension with a knife. Just then, Nobara walked in, the two teens broke apart, “What do you two want for lunch, I’m buying-“ she stopped mid-sentence and said “Am I interrupting something?” Yuji speaks first, “No, not at all,” even though he was blushing bright red, “You said something about lunch? I’ll have Oyakodon, what about you, Fushiguro?” he asks, turning to Megumi. “I’ll have the rice please” he answers. Nobara types something on her phone, nods, and walks out. As soon as the door closes behind here, Yuji looks at Megumi, “Wow, that was close, huh?” he says with a smile. “She didn’t catch us doing anything, so why would it be close?” Megumi points out. “Yeah, that’s true. But can we get back to the conversation before we were so rudely interrupted?” Yuji asks, and Megumi responds with a nod.
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It was the next day after class, and Gojo asked to see him, Megumi entered the class and said, “You wanted to see me?”, “Oh, Megumi come in. Yes, you seem..distracted during missions and classes. Anything you whamt to tell me?” Oh shit, he definitely knows what’s up. “No, nothings wrong, just tired.” Megumi just lied straight to Gojo’s face. Gojo sighs, “All right, well get some more sleep, and focus in class. Oh, and tomorrow you and Itadori are partners for sparing.” He looks at Megumi, who knows he’s caught. “Megumi, did you really think that you could just come in here and lie to my face? I’ve seen the way you look at him. So, tell me about it.” “Are you asking as a teacher or my dad?” Megumi grumbled. “Why don’t you come home for dinner tonight? I’m sure Suguru will love to see you somewhere else then at school. And bring Yuji too if you want.” He emphasizes that last part with a wink. Megumi blushes furiously and burries his head in his hands.