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Megumi has always been a natural genius.
He never efforts too hard, yet he never efforts too little either. He apparently has a way of thinking that manages to catch people off guard, or so Gojo says. Another addition to Gojo’s nosy statements is that Megumi can’t keep relying on him for money— which was surprising, considering that was the first smart thing he’s said since forever.
And so, Megumi complied (he really had no choice not to). He chose a fairly simple part-time gig that would be easy to balance college with— acknowledging that he recently just started the first semester in Jujutsu High University, where Gojo (unfortunately) teaches. Knowing that his grades and conduct up until high school were superior (well, he didn’t have the greatest behavior in middle school, but nonetheless)— Megumi assumed that it would, hopefully, be a piece of cake for him to juggle work and school.
So, he’s shocked with how unbelievably stupid he acted in the next few moments.
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A few hours into his shift as a barista in his local coffee shop, he was nearly getting the hang of it— thanks to his patient coworkers and boss.
Until he walked in. The bell above the cafe door chimed as the most majestic, handsome, and undeniably cute stranger walked in. His short, curly tufts of pink hair slightly flapped from the wind outside. The way the stranger’s eyes carefully took in his surroundings, clearly full of curiosity and—
Wait, stop. Holy shit. Was he having those kinds of corny ass slow-motion love at first sight scenes that they see in the stupid romcom movies? No, no. This can’t be happening on the first day. Focus, Megumi. What were you doing before that annoyingly beautiful stranger came in?… Right, the strawberry matcha order meant for the previous customer. Focus on that. First, prepare the—
“Um, excuse me?” Shit. Megumi looks around frantically for the cashier that was supposed to be doing her shift, but of course she’s taking an unnecessarily lengthy bathroom break once again. Right, so you’ll have to cover for her. Everything’s fine, just be normal. Talk to the overly pretty stranger.
“Yeah, hi. What can I do for you?” Megumi asks, simulating hospitality. Just be normal, just be normal, he repeats in his head for the millionth time.
“I was told to pick up an order for a friend?” The pretty stranger rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. Fuck, that’s so cute. Stop it. Focus.
“Sorry, it might’ve been an order from a while back…” He smiles, making it even harder for Megumi to function.
“Oh, no worries. We could always get that for you. What was the order?” Megumi states, attempting to maintain eye contact.
“Umm, I think a pen-ew chocolate?” He mumbles, glancing at his phone, then back at Megumi.
“Sorry, come again?” Megumi assumes that his ears are failing him right now due to the painfully obvious red blush creeping up on them.
“Wait, sorry! I meant a pan-oww chocolate. Hehe.” The stranger blushes slightly, scratching his chin. Megumi tries his hardest to hide the dumbfounded look on his face. He fails.
“Do you mean a pain au chocolat?” He says, trying his best to not sound like a smartass. He fails once again.
“Oh, shucks! Right! That thing!” He laughs softly, scratching the back of his head. Megumi attempts not to stare too much.
“Uh, sure. I can get that for you. What was the name on that?” Megumi asks, as polite as he possibly can be.
“Itadori Yuuji!” The newly introduced stranger beams a bright smile that outshines anything else Megumi’s ever seen.
“Um, let me see if I can find that for you.” Megumi interrupts his embarrassing train of thought, focusing on his work.
“Great! Thanks!” The pretty boy says, accompanied by another blinding smile that Megumi has no other choice but to ignore (for his sake).
After a few rounds around the cafe’s counters, he came across a box encasing a pain au chocolat, under the stranger’s name. Beside it was a basic americano, also under his name. Huh. He didn’t mention that?
Megumi makes his way back to the stranger.
“Hey, sorry for the wait.” He manages a smile.
“Here’s your pain au chocolat,” he says as he places the box on the counter separating the two of them.
“You didn’t mention it, but did you also order an americano alongside that?” Very nice. Keeping it professional.
“Oh, shoot! Yeah!” Itadori exclaims, “I totally forgot! Thanks so much!” He reaches over the counter to grab his order, and just when Megumi thinks this whole thing is soon to be over—
“Hey, I didn’t catch your name, Mr. Barista!” Itadori jokes, clearly catching Megumi completely off guard. Megumi wonders all the possible reasons why this handsome guy would want his name.
“Oh, um, that wouldn’t be necessary for your order?” He looks down, attempting to hide the blush approaching on his cheeks.
“Yeah, I know,” Itadori says, a little quieter this time.
“I just… thought I could, well— maybe, get to know you.. better?” He chuckles, while fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Megumi looks up. Clearly, he didn’t disguise the shock in his face well enough, because Itadori started rambling about things that made him blush even more.
“Well, no! I, well, I’m sorry…” He sighs, running a hand through his pink, soft-looking hair.
“I’m not trying to be creepy or anything, it’s just… the second I walked in here— I thought to myself, wow! That guy is so pretty!” He chuckles.
“Which is true by the way, you are really pretty! Wait, no, that’s not the point,” Itadori rambles on and on and it feels like he’s trying to talk Megumi’s ear off.
After a long pause, Itadori continues.
“What I’m trying to say is, would you, maybe… Want to be friends?” Itadori meets his eyes again.
“Sorry, I’m not trying to pressure you into being friends or anything, it’s just—“
“Itadori,” Megumi cuts him off, concealing the blush on the back of his neck with his hand. He hands Itadori his phone, with the contacts screen on. “It’s Fushiguro. Fushiguro Megumi.”
“Wha— great!” Itadori laughs, almost as if he’s surprised. He should be, honestly. Megumi doesn’t really try and make friends like this. He takes Megumi’s phone in his hands, typing in his phone number.
“Here, I’ll save my number so that you’ll know who I am when I text!” Itadori mentions, still typing his phone number into Megumi’s phone. As Megumi watches Itadori’s fingers fly across the screen, Itadori hands his phone back to him with a smile.
“See you soon, pretty stranger! I’ll text you!” Itadori waves, as he basically bounces his way out of the cafe, americano and bread in hand. He grins at Megumi one last time before he sees himself out. All Megumi can manage is a small wave back.
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A few hours pass by, while Megumi spends that time mindlessly completing orders and thinking about that beautiful stranger. Will he really text him? Why did he want to be friends so bad? Before he knew it, his shift was over— and the sun was setting beautifully outside the cafe windows.
One thing about Megumi is that he always appreciates seeing the sun wave goodbye to the world at the end of the day. Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all if this was the view he got to see after each shift.
Megumi finally clocks off, heading to the Staff Only room while greeting and thanking his fellow coworkers for being so patient with him during his first day. He automatically reaches into his apron pocket for his phone, and the first thing he sees—
yuuji!!!! 😉
hey, fushiguroooo! thanks so much for ur help today with my order and allat! i hope i get to see u again 😳 hehehe
All Megumi can manage to do is grimace, making sure that he’s hiding his face in his hands because no way in hell will all his coworkers get to see him in this state on his first day.
So much for keeping it professional.