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“Ugh, oh god.” Yuji groaned as he sat up. The plasticy mattress (could it even be considered a mattress?) beneath him squeaked as he maneuvered himself against the head of the bed, his arm stung like hell. Looking around the eerily sterile room, the only explanation was that he had ended up in Shoko's office, with no idea when or how. He couldn't even ask her, she wasn't there; stuck to the edge of his bed was a post it that read,
Kyoto calls! You’re cleared for missions in 3 days, you tore your rotator cuff and dislocated your elbow ^_^
Yuji rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the bed, resorting to only using his left arm as his right felt like something short of agony. His eyes scanned the room once more, looking for any other notes; maybe even medication. Nothing much was laying around her desk, a few post-its, some pens, a lighter, and one last thing that caught Yuji's eye. A box of cigarettes. Score! he thought. Despite always seeming like a goody two shoes, Yuji was down to do almost everything and anything, especially if it came to him easy. He inconspicuously scanned the room for cameras before pocketing the pack and making his way back to his dorm.
Even though Yuji was 85% sure Gojo was on a mission right now (also besides the fact that all of their jobs were literally illegal!), he was afraid of getting caught. Specifically by Nanami, and Ijichi. Going to court for underage gambling was easier to deal with than having someone he looked up to be disappointed in him.
As he walked into his dorm he was immediately met with the sight of almost half his closet scattered onto his floor. He really should've cleaned up the other day. But, technically, it wasn't his fault… Nobara had found out he and Fushiguro were going to the movies together and insisted on finding him the perfect outfit. He still had no idea why she was so invested, usually Nobara would flip out if the two of them hung out without her. Yuji kicked some of his clothes aside and stuck the box of cigarettes in the underside of his pillow case. He'd come back to those later.
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Yuji hadn't been able to do anything all day. He was insanely bored. The majority of his days were filled with training or missions, and when he wasn't occupied with that, he was either being dragged shopping with Nobara or begging Megumi to go to the movies with him so he wouldn't look like an absolute loser going solo. The campus was virtually empty, Gojo was gone, Nobara and Megumi were both on a mission, along with the second years; Yuji was going insane. His day had been spent pacing around his room, busting his ass in the kitchen making an obscene amount of ginger meatballs, and by screaming into his pillow after he accidentally imagined kissing megumi (spiderman style) while rewatching the series.
Yuji had fallen fast asleep after losing his mind during his movie marathon, it was almost like his mind knocked him out cold before anyone got the chance to come back. It was nearly four hours later when his door slowly creaked open, a sliver of light from the hallway positioning itself right over his eyes. Yuji started to stir, the light irritating his slumber. As he slowly blinked his eyes open and started to push himself up with his left hand, he heard the low thumping of footsteps on the floor. As soon as he sat up he clicked on the light that was next to him, revealing a not so slick Megumi.
Yuji rubbed his eyes open, adjusting to the illumination from his lamp. “Fushiguro? What are you doing here? What time is it?”
“Uh.” Megumi scratched the back of his head. He wasn't entirely sure why he was in there either.
Yuji glanced over at his alarm clock (the one he never set), 1:20 AM. “It's the middle of the night Fushiguro, what's up?”
It seemed like Megumi hadn't even bothered to change from his uniform after the mission. Yuji could see the cuts and scratches ripped through his friend's uniform clear as day. “Uh, well. Shokos out, Nobara already went to bed, and I have a nasty cut on my back I cant reach. I was wondering…” Megumi was picking at his sleeve cuffs now, the red blotches scattered among his uniform wasn't helping Itadori's nervous system either.
“You need me to disinfect it?” Yuji was pulling himself out of bed now, the cold air hitting his bare chest like icicles; a small shiver but he was fine.
“Yeah, sorry for waking you up.” Megumi sat down on the floor, peeling his bloodied and sweaty shirt off with a few winces.
Yuji immediately averted his eyes, focusing his attention on finding the first aid kit he kept in his room. “It's alright, probably the most interesting thing I've done all day.”
“Oh right,” Megumi agreed and folded his shirt before placing it on the floor, “how's your arm doing?”
“It's alright. Shoko said I messed it up a bit but I'll be back in three days.” Yuji sat down behind Megumi, unzipping the first aid kit.
It was a nasty cut. Besides the couple others on Megumi's arms that had been lazily bandaged, this one was deep. It was a miracle it didn't impact any major nerves. Yuji soaked a pad with disinfectant and started to clean the wound, he noticed Megumi flinching without even having to look at his face.
“Sorry. It's almost over.” Yuji reassured, applying ointment and gauze before patching up the rest of it to the best of his abilities. “All done.”
“Thanks. Still hurts like hell though.” Megumi groaned, moving his back the slightest bit.
“I feel you, my arm is on fire right now.” Yuji complained. “You know, doesn't nicotine help with pain? Or am I making things up.”
“That's marijuana you idiot,” Megumi scoffed. “But a cigarette wouldn't hurt right now. Too bad Gojo killed my stash.” He groaned, pushing himself off the floor.
“You smoke? Since when?” Yuji started to pack up the first aid kit, an idea stirring in his head.
“Its a guilty pleasure. Not that often. I picked it up around junior high when things weren't great.” Megumi stared down at the folded bloodied shirt in his hands. “Mind if I borrow a shirt real quick?”
“Yeah that's fine. Second drawer. But uh, if you want a smoke, I have some.” Yuji sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with his fingers.
Megumi quirked an eyebrow while rifling through Yuji's dresser. “Why do you have cigarettes?”
“I was.. Curious?” Yuji flopped back onto his bed, his brain didn't work at this hour.
Megumi started tugging one of Yuji's shirts on, it was slightly baggy on him due to their difference in muscle. “First time?”
“Yeah. They any good?” Yuji asked, swinging his legs back and forth.
“Nope. Absolutely disgusting. It feels good for a bit though.” Megumi left his bloodied shirt on top of Yuji's dresser before sitting down next to him on the bed.
“Great.” Yuji let out a long sigh before sitting back up.
“Do you wanna try? I have a spot.” Megumi offered, his gaze flicking towards the window in Yuji’s dorm.
“I mean.” Yuji moved his gaze to meet Megumis. “Why not.”
“Let's go then.” Megumi sat up, a little too fast; his back was killing him. “Actually, let me grab some Tylenol first.” He winced.
Yuji reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of painkillers that sat on top, tossing them towards his best friend.
“Thanks.” Megumi muttered before dry swallowing two pills. “Take the screen off.”
Yuji raised an eyebrow before getting up. “The window? Okay.” His arm still hurt a bit but he was able to unhook the window screen and prop the opening up.
Megumi kicked his leg over the frame and made his way onto the roof, waiting for Yuji to follow. Yuji grabbed the box of cigarettes he had hidden earlier and maneuvered himself out onto the roof. There was a small balcony beneath them, but unless someone was purposefully looking up there, they would be fine.
Yuji sat down next to Megumi and popped the top open. “You got a light?” heasked, plucking a singular cigarette out from the box, there weren't many in there.
“Oh shit. Uh, maybe?” Megumi patted down his pockets before slipping out a small black lighter. “Here.“
As Yuji took the lighter, their fingers brushed. It threw him off how his head was growing even cloudier from the slightest touch. He couldn't get that image from earlier out of his head. “So I just, wait for a spark?” Yuji fiddled with the lighter until a flame sparked, holding the end of the cigarette over the flame for a split second.
“Yeah. Hold on the wind, it’s gonna get it.” Megumi leaned over (way too close for comfort in Yuji's opinion) and cupped his hand over the flame. As soon as he saw it lit he plucked it from Yuji's hand and took a drag before leaning back on the roof.
Yuji sat there gobsmacked. He had no idea what had just happened. Why was he so close? He couldn't even try it, because Fushiguro took it? What?!
“Uh. What was that for?” Yuji asked, lowering his hand that held the lighter while turning to face Megumi.
“What? You wanted the first one?” Megumi pushed himself up a bit more after exhaling. The smell of nicotine irritated Yuji's nostrils; he never realized it smelled like that.
“I mean, kinda.” Yuji looked away out of embarrassment, choosing to stare up at the sky instead.
“Then take it.” Megumi handed him the cigarette, Yuji wasn't entirely sure what to do with it at first, not to mention he really wasn't trying to think about how this was (technically) an indirect kiss. He sucked on the cigarette for a moment and immediately started coughing. “God– what the fuck?! How do you do that?”
Megumi shrugged, looking up at the sky now. It was perfectly clear, you could make out almost all of the constellations. “You get used to it.” He reached back for the cigarette, taking another slow drag before returning it to the stunned Yuji.
Yuji tried one more time, inhale and then exhale; easy enough. Nope! It got caught in his throat again. During his coughing fit he accidentally let go of the cigarette, causing it to fall onto the balcony below them. Megumi rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath while Yuji was still coughing from the smoke. The only thing that snapped him out of his coughing fit was a blunt voice calling up out at them.
“Yo. You supposed to be smoking?” Shoko was now staring up at them from the balcony, her own cigarette lit.
Yuji's heart dropped. We're fucked. “Uh, well– you know.” he stuttered out, a few coughs still escaping. Megumi seemed completely unbothered.
“I knew something was missing from my desk.” Shoko crossed her arms and took another drag. “Give them back and don't smoke again, then I won't tell Gojo”
Megumi rolled his eyes and let out a quiet “boo” in protest, whilst Yuji scrambled to throw the box down. “Sorry!” he exclaimed, almost dropping Megumi's lighter too.
“Yeah, now go back to sleep. Or your injuries will get worse.” Shoko took another long drag before turning around on the balcony. Yuji folded himself back into the window; Megumi followed right behind.
After shutting the window and closing the curtain Yuji immediately cowered into the corner of his bed. “That was so embarrassing.” he whispered.
“Youll be fine. Didn't you literally gamble a couple months ago? And go to court?” Megumi exhaled, sitting next to Yuji.
“Yeah! But like- atleast-“ Yuji scrambled to find an excuse, but just sighed after a while. “Yeah, I got nothing.” His heart was still racing a mile a minute.
“Calm down, Itadori. It's okay.” Megumi summoned a singular rabbit, watching it jump into Yuji's lap.
A smile immediately appeared onto Yuji's face. “Thanks Fushiguro.” he murmured while playing with the fluff ball in his hands.
“No problem,” Megumi turned his head away, the tips of his ears turning red. “I had some of the meatballs you made earlier too. They were really good.”
Yuji's petting momentarily stopped. “Wait, really?” Yuji tilted his head and turned to face Megumi, he had never had anyone compliment his cooking before. “Thanks, they had extra ginger.”
“I know. I could tell.” Megumi still wasn't looking at him. Instead he was messing with his lighter, trying to focus on anything other than the boy next to him.