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Wednesday December 18th
7 Days to Christmas
Yuuji’s life was perfect. He had a promising job right out of university. A close group of friends who were always there for him. A healthy body and mind. And of course, his greatest blessing of all, a smart, beautiful, enchanting boyfriend. If he had known in freshman year that he would get to wake up next to Fushiguro Megumi after years of pining… well, it would all be worth it.
Yuuji stretched his arms high over his head and blinked against the morning light. A glance to his side revealed Megumi, who still slept quietly. They both had work today and should be getting ready, but what’s another minute in a cozy bed to watch his boyfriend wake up? Leaning back into the pillows, he gazed at Megumi’s peaceful face.
In the next moment, Megumi frowned and scrunched his nose, his eyes slowly opening. The crease in his brow smoothed over as his gaze focused on Yuuji. He smiled, face smooshed into the pillow and delightfully flushed. “Good morning,” Megumi whispered.
“Morning, babe,” Yuuji answered. He reached out to smooth his hair back and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Sleep okay?”
Megumi hummed and reached out too, pulling Yuuji close into his warm arms. “Mmm, very warm.”
Yuuji almost lost track of time, hypnotized by light kisses and caressing hands. He pulled away slightly, a laugh in his voice when he asked, “You up for more?” He thought he had worn Megumi out quite thoroughly last night.
Megumi blinked and rolled over to grab his phone. The frown returned when he saw the time. “No, better not. We both should get going.”
Yuuji kissed his brow until it was smooth once more. “We’ll have time this weekend, yeah? Were you able to take off Monday?”
Megumi looked up from his phone and, damnit, the frown’s back again. “Monday? For what?”
Yuuji sat back and reconsidered the days in his head. “Your birthday? I thought we were doing a three day weekend to celebrate?”
Megumi pulled up his calendar on his phone and leaned against Yuuji to show him. “I have three days off next week, yeah. But it’s for Christmas vacation.” He shrugged, scrolling through his shift schedule. “I thought I told you. We usually celebrate my birthday on Christmas anyway, right?”
Yuuji stared at the dates in front of him. The 18th, today. The 22nd, Megumi’s birthday. And then the 25th. Christmas. In exactly a week. Christmas Eve . Less than a week. Oh fuck , Yuuji thinks, I’m an idiot .
“I got a confirmation for the reservation last night. Is 7 still okay?”
All this time, Yuuji was intensely focused on Megumi’s 22nd birthday. Their first birthday together as a couple. The first time he would tell Megumi what he already knew on graduation day, when he confessed. He had stressed over a present months ago. When he suggested a romantic dinner, it was with his birthday in mind… Not Christmas.
“A-Ah, yeah. Works great, I’ll be off by then.” Trying to hide his nerves, Yuuji rolled out of bed and started getting ready.
Megumi’s phone chimed as Yuuji pulled on a sweatshirt. “Oh, right. Family dinner is at Tsumiki’s on the first.”
Once again, Yuuji was lanced through the heart with his own stupidity. “Right, right. New Year’s dinner,” Yuuji said stiffly, almost braining himself on the dresser while stepping into fresh boxers. Birthday. Christmas. Meeting the family. What else will I forget?
“They’ve been pestering me about meeting you since graduation. Annoying.”
Yuuji turned and saw another crease descend on Megumi’s perfect face. He sat back on the bed and gently pulled Megumi’s phone down where it was glued to his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I know I’ll love them. I already do love them, cuz they made you .”
Cringing, Megumi smacked him with a pillow. “Cheesy ass. Go make breakfast.”
“Yes, your Highness,” Yuuji said with a bow, fleeing quickly before another pillow assault.
While whipping up a breakfast, Yuuji contemplated his next week of existence. He had Megumi’s birthday present safely stored away, bought many months ago after many months of research. Should he pick something else off the birthday list? Or did it need to be Christmas-y, like a scarf? But Megumi had never been particularly festive about any holiday. Yuuji considered this deeply while plating the toast, eggs, bacon, and yogurt cups. If he couldn’t come up with something quickly, he’d have to resort to drastic measures. He shivered while pouring two cups of coffee. He dares not even think the name.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around Yuuji’s waist as he set the plates on the tiny kitchen table. “Thanks, chef,” Megumi greeted, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
A blanket of calmness eased his worries at once. Just being in Megumi’s presence. This will be okay, it will all be okay , Yuuji thought. They ate together, kissed goodbye, and went their separate ways. Yeah, I got this .
Thursday December 19th
6 Days to Christmas
“Please help me.”
Nobara stared at Yuuji, eyes full of cutting judgment. “So you’re telling me, six days to Christmas, that you need my help picking out a present for your boyfriend.” She leaned back in her seat and angrily sipped her macchiato. “ Six days, you idiot. And you didn’t get anything ?”
The idiot bowed his head to the table in supplication. “Please, Nobara. You’re the only one I know that knows him as much as me,” Yuuji begged. “I’ll do anything.”
The angry sips stopped. “Anything?”
Yuuji looked up, hopeful. “Literally anything,” he confessed weakly. After brainstorming all day, all night, and all morning, Yuuji had caved. Nothing on the birthday list or anything “festive” felt good enough. He needed to call in the big guns.
“Get me through Sukuna’s waitlist. Maki’s wanted a new piece for like a year.”
Yuuji nodded vigorously. “Yes, done. No problem.” Actually, huge problem, but he’s suddenly not above begging his brother for a favor.
Nobara finished off her coffee with a slurp and slammed it down on the table. “Alright, boy, what are we dealing with? Got a list? Any ideas at all?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yuuji opened up his Notes app and then a note titled MEGUMI BDAY GIFT IDEAS NO MEGUMIS ALLOWED. He slid it across the table to her and launched into his explanation. “So, I got him Number One through Number Three for his birthday and initially I thought it wasn’t enough but I was running out of time to reserve and pre-order some of it but anyway I was looking at the rest of my initial ideas a–”
A hand slapped over his mouth with a loud smack. Yuuji choked on his ramble, sputtering back in his chair.
Nobara glowered from across the table. “Are you telling me, Itadori Yuuji, that you panic called me at work, begged me to take my lunch late so that we could talk in person , when you had a present the entire fucking time?!”
“No! I don’t have a present! I forgot about Christmas completely! That’s why I called you!”
She threw up her hands, flinging Yuuji’s phone around. “Dude! You know Megumi always celebrates on Christmas! We literally did every year in uni!”
Yuuji pouted, put down. “But, he needs both? I want to get him both? Can’t I?”
With a scoff, Nobara finally threw his phone back. Yuuji scrambled to catch it while Nobara said, “And why? He will love anything you get him, he always did in school.”
“Yeah, but that was before we were dating,” Yuuji said, stuffing his phone in his pocket. “It’s different now. This is, like, deeper. I wanna, I don’t know, show him how much I care, or something.” He’s mumbling by the end, face half hidden in his hoodie, pink not from the cold outside.
Nobara considered him for a moment. Yuuji pointedly looked anywhere but at her, fearing her wrath. If she didn’t get it and refused to help, then he’s on his own. Suddenly overcome with helplessness, he hung his head, awaiting Nobara’s verdict.
“Fine, Fine. I’ll help the lovestruck puppy. But you owe me, big time,” she snapped.
“Really? Truly?!” Yuuji sprung up, eyes wide and sparkling.
Nobara tossed her hair. “Yes. I take pity on you. Now start brainstorming, kid.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Friday December 20th
5 Days to Christmas
Before they could spring into action, Yuuji had homework. That evening, while Megumi picked up a night shift, Yuuji busted out the arts and crafts to help brainstorm. Markers, construction paper, string, the whole shebang.
Yuuji carefully taped his creation up on the wall and held up his phone for Nobara to see.
“Well?” he asked, hopeful, terrified.
Before him was a multicolored mishmash of everything he knew about Megumi. There were three distinct sections. Dogs, obviously. Then Entertainment, marked up with Megumi’s favorite non-fiction and documentary series. Next was Food, a comprehensive list of every dish they had made together. **
Nobara hummed and hawed from his phone. Some noises were encouraging, others very much not. Finally, after a few minutes of tense suspension, she said, “I know what we must do.”
Yuuji flipped the camera and asked, with sad puppy dog eyes, “There’s hope?”
Nobara nodded sagely. “We will shop.”
“Shop?”
They walked through the outlet, empty handed. Yuuji rubbed his nose, sniffing in mock tears. He had come to realize at perhaps the tenth shop that nothing would work. No soft scarf for Megumi, because he already had one hand-knit by Tsumiki. No rose petal bath set, because he already had a perfect skin care routine. And nothing for the dogs, of course, because they were already overwhelmingly spoiled. Anything else Megumi could possibly need, Yuuji had already gotten as a birthday present.
He sighed, stopping at the arched exit. “Thanks, Nobara. I really appreciate your help. You really didn’t have to–”
Yuuji blinked at Nobara paying zero attention to him. She was turned around, head cocked. He stepped around her to see her face. “Um, Nobara?
“Shhhhhhh.” Her finger came up and nearly poked his eye out to shush him. She turned around, very slowly, and considered him. “There is one last store.”
Yuuji batted her hand away and, frowning, stepped forward to see. And immediately flushed as hot pink as his hair all the way down to his toes. “N-N-Nobara! No, that– that’s a–”
“A lingerie store, yes,” she said,
“And you think I should go in there ?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a sex shop, you big baby. Let’s go.” She locked arms with him and tugged them toward the elegant gold and black entrance.
“But, you think Megumi would like something from there?” Yuuji questioned, slumped over and nearly tripping over his feet.
Nobara continued her march. “No comment,” she said.
Yuuji’s reaction to whatever the hell that meant was cut short by Nobara throwing open the shop doors. Yuuji was immediately assaulted on all fronts by lace, satin, frills, ruffles, leather, and feathers. His spirit left his body for approximately three seconds before Nobara huffed and tugged him along. They wandered down a random aisle of bras. Neon yellow, leopard print, blood red, licorice black. He was already a bit flustered around women’s underwear anyway, so combining that with Nobara’s suggestion made his cheeks burn scarlet. Because he was not just imagining anonymous-hot-lady in a thong, but his hot-boyfriend-who-he-cared-for-deeply in a thong.
“Pick,” Nobara said. She had stopped them in front of a set of manikins. Each wore a lingerie set.
Still impossibly hot and bothered, Yuuji dared to look up at them. Three main colors: a rich, lush green; a baby pastel pink; a deep, stark black. One was like a tiny satin dress, with lacy straps. The next was a strappy bra and panty set, with… gloves? But the last one, the black one, made his breath catch. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was made for Megumi.
“That’s it,” he said. “That’s the one.”
Nobara grinned. “Perfect choice.”
Wednesday December 25th
Christmas Day
A few hours before their reservation, Yuuji and Megumi sat down to exchange gifts.
Yuuji arranged all the bags and boxes on the coffee table. Megumi stood by the couch, looking a little – confused? afraid? – as the present pile grew. He held a tiny box in his hand, tapping at it absently.
Yuuji wiped his hands on his jeans and looked up. “Ready, babe?” he asked.
Megumi blinked up to him and nodded jerkily, then sank into the couch.
Smiling to shake off the nerves, Yuuji joined him.
“So… you got all of this for my birthday?” he asked.
“Yep! Well, and Christmas too.”
Megumi sighed, but his eyes were soft when he looked at Yuuji. “You can give me one,” he said.
Yuuji blinked. “One?” he asked.
“Yes, only one. For my birthday. And only one for the next… four holidays.”
“But,” Yuuji protested, eyes flitting between the presents and Megumi’s stern expression.
“If you don’t pick one, I will,” he threatened.
Gulping, Yuuji steeled himself. There was the dog book, a rare find in perfect condition. But then there was the jujutsu class, which Megumi seemed super excited about. Or maybe the Japanese architecture series… Finally, his eyes settled on one plain black box. It was tied with a satin bow and delicate golden lace. There was no other question.
“This one,” Yuuji decided, handing the box over with absolute care.
Megumi held his gaze with a little smirk, satisfied that he got his way. At Yuuji’s blush, he went to work opening his one gift. He gently tugged at the bow and lace, letting them fall away. He smoothed a hand over the matte top. His long elegant fingers traced the embossed shop name, then stopped suddenly.
“You’ve been talking to Nobara,” he accused, though his eyes were teasing.
Yuuji rubbed his neck, caught. “Um–well–yes?”
Megumi considered him. “And?”
“She wouldn’t tell me why,” he confessed.
With a lingering look, Megumi got back to his present. Those long fingers lifted the lid and parted shimmering wrapping paper. His breath caught. “Yuuji,” he murmured, though seemingly still enthralled by what lay beneath him. Near reverently, he laid out the gift on his lap. All black. Lace and leather. First, a bustier, with small cups lined with lace and a short body of shiny leather. Next, thigh-high leather stockings. Lastly, a thong, simple except for the tiny rose at the top. Megumi was completely still.
Yuuji sweated. “What do you think?” he asked, weighing his entire worth as a boyfriend on Megumi’s reply.
“Yuuji, I… This is–” he stammered, speechless.
Yuuji sweated more. “Um, well, I thought you would look really good in it and I know we haven’t really talked about it before but Nobara was really seriously scary and–”
He was suddenly cut off by Megumi’s mouth. Yuuji squeaked, but relaxed immediately into the kiss. It was soft and warm and sweet. When they finally parted, Megumi’s hand cradled Yuuji’s face. His eyes were clear and honest when he said, “I love it.”
Warmth bloomed in Yuuji’s chest. A weight like a bundle of bricks evaporated from his heart. “Oh thank god,” he gasped, collapsing on Megumi’s shoulder.
Megumi pulled him into a hug, his hand gently rubbing down his back. “You were worried?” he asked quietly.
Yuuji embraced his boyfriend in a bear hug. “Mhmm,” he mumbled, relishing the touches to his knobby back bone. They held each other for a moment more, until Megumi pressed a gentle kiss to his check and pulled away.
But Megumi’s gaze was somewhat puzzled when Yuuji settled back. He took his hand, bronzed fingers clasped in a cool palm. “Why?” he asked.
Grounded by the contact, Yuuji said, “I wanted this to be special. Really special. Since it’s our, you know, first celebration together.” He looked over the lingerie still in Megumi’s lap. “I guess I wanted to show you that I…” Yuuji stopped. He took a deep breath and squeezed Megumi’s fingers. “I care about you a lot and I–” He stopped again. The words were stuck in his throat.
“Hey.” Megumi lifted his chin to catch his eyes. He had a tiny smile on his face. “It’s okay. You can say it.”
Yuuji gulped. A ferocious flush had overcome him, but, strangely, he also felt at peace. “I love you, Megumi,” he said. “For a long, long, long time.”
That tiny grin grew into a real heartstopping smile. He raised Yuuji’s hand to kiss once, and said, “Yuuji, I love you too.” Then he pounced.
Laughing, Yuuji was wrestled onto his back and spent the next long while covered in Megumi, surrounded by Megumi, consumed by Megumi. He couldn’t stop laughing even as he was assaulted with kisses and roaming hands and a few hickeys. But a memory pulled him up from delirium.
“Wait, wait,” he gasped, smacking Megumi’s back.
Megumi sat up, blinking and flushed and beautiful. “Yeah?” he asked, but his hands were already reaching for Yuuji’s shirt hem.
“You had a, ah, thing? When you sat down?” Yuuji looked around to find that little box, half distracted by grasping hands. But he only saw his own presents for Megumi and lingerie strewn across the floor.
Those hands stopped. “Oh, right,” he said. He almost sounded… nervous?
Gingerly sitting up off of Yuuji, Megumi unearthed the box from a crack in the couch cushions.
Yuuji sat up. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned in to get a closer look. Megumi chewed his lip. “Babe?” Yuuji asked.
Finally, with a sigh, Megumi thrust the box into Yuuji’s hands.
A little nervous now himself, Yuuji carefully opened the lid. Inside was a key. A normal house key, silver, pretty new looking…
“Oh,” Yuuji said. “Oh!” He looked up to Megumi, who was suddenly looking away, a pretty blush on his cheeks. “You… want me to move in?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Megumi said, still chewing his lip. “Would that be something you would be interested in?”
Yuuji laughed out loud, a bit incredulous. “‘Something you would be interested in?’ Um yeah, absolutely yes?”
Now it was Megumi who couldn’t stop laughing as he was pounced on, barely able to breathe through an assault of kisses and tickling fingers.
“I can’t believe you were nervous!” Yuuji laughed.
Megumi glared. “I can’t believe you were nervous,” he countered.
“It was a love confession! Of course I was!”
Megumi rolled his eyes. “Mine was more nerve-wracking.”
“Sure, like I would turn down full access to the dogs,” he teased, then yelped, as Megumi bit him.
“Shut up and help me,” Megumi demanded as he began stripping.
Rubbing his shoulder, Yuuji sat back off of Megumi to help him take off his shirt. “We’re going already? No dinner?”
Megumi bent to pick something up off the floor. A spike of heat went down Yuuji’s spine when he saw the little black thong hanging off a finger. “What, you don’t want to try these out?”
“Yes, sir! I mean, no, sir!” Yuuji stammered, completely taken by the smirk gracing Megumi’s lips.
They were both very naked very quickly. Yuuji helped Megumi slip on the lace and leather and clip on the stockings. His hands smoothed down leather-clad thighs as Megumi sat in his lap. He beheld him for a moment, basking in the radiance of Megumi wrapped up tight in an outfit Yuuji picked for him, knowing that they loved each other, knowing that they would be together for a long, long time.
It was simply perfect.