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Fushiguro Megumi is out of soap, and if he doesn’t buy another one he will most definitely blame it on Gojo Satoru — that old bastard.
Gojo had came to his apartment on whim a couple of hours ago, frantic and claiming that he had an 'emergency' that would require him to use Megumi’s bathroom. And of course the great Gojo Satoru didn’t even wait for an approval before rushing into Megumi’s space (and Nobara — but he prefers calling it his).
God knows what he did in there, but when he emerges back from the bathroom, Gojo was wearing what looked like pants that was made for a 5 year old. Moreover, he was holding the pants he came in with, wet.
The sound of keys jingling was heard and the front door to the apartment opened at the same time. “Oh ew, old man. Did you have to shit your pants in my house? Get out.”
“Nobara!! How could you think I pooped my pants. What if it I peed instead? Oh and you guys need a new bottle of soap” Gojo put his hand, the free one, on his chest and feigns a gasp. If Megumi didn’t knew any better he would’ve thought it was real.
“First of all that’s disgusting. Second, that’s not my problem. And third, Megumi why the hell did you let him in our house?” Nobara takes off her coat and hangs it, and slowly gives him a pointed look. The kind that Megumi knows he wouldn’t be able to bullshit his way out of — not that he wants to.
Megumi stood up from the couch and walks over to the pantry to grab his computer. “I didn’t let him in, he barged in. What were you doing in there anyways? You look like you just went through war with captain showers.”
“Well I guess you little cuties will just never find out. I’m going now! Thanks for warm welcome everybody.” Before any of them could process what’s happening, Gojo was out of the door as fast as he was in. Leaving an extremely annoying trail of water droplets that Megumi will have to wipe up later.
He doesn’t particularly mind it when Gojo shows up unannounced and acts like he owns the place. After all, he did help Megumi and Nobara with the down payment. Gojo could be a piece of work when he wants to (which is always), but Megumi wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Alright well, that was something. I’m going to my room. Do NOT call for me when you want anything. Have a great day!” She said the last part dripping with sarcasm. Because it was 8pm. And he still needed to get that damn bottle of soap.
—
He knocked once.
He knocked twice.
He knocked the third time.
“Nobar-“
The door swung open, revealing an extremely annoyed brunette. And said brunette had clay mask all over her face.
“This better be fucking important.” Talk about annoyance.
“I need to run to the supermarket to get soap. Would you come with me?” Megumi pleaded.
In all honesty he could walk by himself, but it was really dark and he wasn’t really in the particular mood to walk 15 minutes alone by himself. Which was why a partner made sense. Not because he’s afraid of the dark. Of course not.
“Nope, good night and grow up.” Nobara tried to close her door but failed when Megumi wedged his foot in between her door.
“Ouch, that hurts.” He winced.
“Of course it does you skinny oaf. What did you think was going to happen,” She opened it again, looking mildly concerned. “Look, if you really need someone to do a buddy system with you, I’ll call a friend.”
“Wait what? No! It’s not a buddy system and I’m not even close to your friends. Except for Maki, but she’s my cousin. Are you going to call Maki?” He started rambling.
Nobara is a very outgoing person — while Megumi, unsurprisingly, is not. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy talking to people, but it’s just so hard for him to connect with someone enough for him to be able to hold a conversation without overthinking his every sentence. He’s tried, before, and it went on for quite a while until he reached his mental limit and told Nobara to stop introducing him to her friends.
“Relax, I’m not going to be bothering your cousin for this. I’m just going to-“ She paused, and starts typing rapidly.
“What’s going on?” He got ignored for a while until Nobara stopped and looked up, grinning — which suspiciously looks a lot like smirking instead.
“He’ll be here soon! Go wear your shoes and wait like a good boy, will you?” She pats him on his back, like a mother would to her kid and saunters back into her room where a click can be heard.
“Did you seriously just lock your door? And who’s coming?” He rapped her door and a muffled you’ll find out later can be heard. He let out a sigh and walked to the entryway to start putting on his shoes.
—
After 10 minutes of waiting, two knocks on the door made Megumi jump to his feet. He had been sitting in the entryway for what felt like hours. His heart was thumping in his chest and he almost just went to Nobara’s door to tell her to cancel it. He couldn’t meet a new person. Not now. But he decided against it and steeled himself.
Another knock was heard and Megumi takes a deep breath before slowly creaking the door open.
“Hey! You must be Fushiguro, right? I know this is really sudden but my house is just 5 minutes away and I was already out so when I saw Kugisaki’s message I thought, why the hell not. And she made it seem like you were really desperate for a company, actually. But hey I’m not complaining if I get to meet new people. Yuuji, by the way. Itadori Yuuji. Nice to finally meet you.” The stranger — Itadori — offered his hand out.
Megumi didn’t even know where to begin. This man standing in front of him was not what he expected. Though, he’s not sure he knew what he was expecting anyways. But this Itadori Yuuji, with a mop of pink hair sitting atop his head, insanely bright smile that could light up the whole of Japan and a yellow hoodie paired with some battered light blue jeans and red sneakers, was so much Megumi’s type that it felt unreal. What the hell is going on?
Megumi noticed that Itadori’s smile was wavering and realised that it was because he was being left hanging and immediately raised his hands from his sides to return the handshake. He noted it at the back of his head that Itadori’s hands was notably bigger than his. And warm. He let go.
“Oh- Um- Yes. Yes I’m so sorry you weren’t what I expected. Fushiguro Megumi, but you probably already knew that and wait — did you say finally?” He collected his thoughts and processed the other’s sentences. Did Itadori know him beforehand?
If Megumi wasn’t staring so intensely he might’ve missed it, but Itadori’s eyes widened ever so slightly and went back to normal, conjuring his stupidly handsome smile again. “Oh! It’s just that Nobara mentions you sometimes and I’m observant. Nothing big really I’m not a stalker I swear this was all just a coincidence.”
“Relax, I wasn’t accusing you of anything. And we should probably get going now if we want to make it in time.” Megumi chuckled and drifted his eyes to his watch.
“You’re right! Let’s get going then and I hope we get along really well.”
We might, actually. Megumi thought.
Megumi was panicking. Actually, that might be an understatement. He was most definitely panicking. First of all, he couldn’t believe he’s talking to someone properly, if you count Itadori talking endlessly and Megumi chiming some of his inputs and saying Totally every once in a while. Second of all, he’s attracted. To a particular chatter box. A particular chatter box with pink hair and muscles for days.
“-then I told her that’s crazy! Don’t you agree??”
“What?”
“When I told her it was crazy, don’t you think so too?” Itadori tilted his head to the side, staring at Megumi who was currently dumbfounded. Itadori’s mouth slowly breaks into a grin, “Oh my God, you totally weren’t listening, were you?”
Megumi felt blood rushing to his cheeks. “Ye- No. I’m sorry. My mind just went somewhere else. Repeat it to me and I swear I’ll pay attention.”
“Don’t sweat it. I have a habit of rambling without really thinking about the other person. My friend Junpei said it can be overwhelming sometimes.” Itadori said, kicking a pebble with his feet.
How could someone say that about you? . If it were up to Megumi, he’d listen to Itadori talk for hours, days even. He had this charm that draws people in and makes them stay. A charm that Megumi is definitely not going to complain about.
“Itadori, you’re fine. It really is my mistake. I like hearing you talk. I know this is our first time meeting but I haven’t enjoyed talking — or well, listening, to anyone in a really long time. And if I’m going to be seeing you more in the future, I’m definitely going to enjoy it. You talking, I mean.” Megumi huffs, almost all in one breath.
Wait, did he just say they’d be seeing each other in the future? He himself wasn’t even aware he was thinking of a future. He didn’t come off like a creep did he? Oh God, who was he kidding, he totally did.
“That came out hasty I-“
Itadori swinged an arm around Megumi’s shoulders. “Awwww, Megumi did you take a liking to me?”
“Alright, shut up. And when did we get to first-name basis?” Megumi pretended to shrug off Itadori’s arm. But weakly, ofcourse. He liked the weight there, that was all.
“Since now! And, oh look! We’re already here.” Itadori stopped in his tracks, taking his arm off Megumi.
Megumi wished he could burn down a supermarket.
—
The supermarket wasn’t anything interesting. Megumi went inside and took everything he needed, payed, and walked out to see Itadori—Yuuji— on his phone, waiting for Megumi on one of the stools around the entrance. Megumi wasn’t sure why, but some parts of him expected Yuuji to just go home. He’s very glad he was wrong.
Megumi walked closer and Yuuji looked up, immediately smiling. “Hey! You done picking out your stuff?”
“Got it all right here. Thank you, again, by the way.” Megumi raised his plastic bag on his right hand, the other in his sweatpant’s pocket. For someone who was dressed lightly, he sure was feeling a tad hot.
“And I keep saying no problem! You’re such a cool guy to talk with. I could do this all day long if you’d let me.” Yuuji stood and walked next to him, hands gesturing towards the road, silently urging them to start walking.
No one has told me that before , Megumi thought. Sure, they’ve maybe said that he was an insightful guy to talk to, but it was Megumi they’re talking about. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t heard since middle school. But cool? Nobody thinks he’s cool.
“You might wanna talk back the cool thing. The bullies from my middle school wouldn’t agree.” He chuckled, looking up at the night sky.
“People bullied you?? That’s not cool.”
“Oh I didn’t say they bullied me. They bullied others and I beat the shit out of them. Had it coming.” Yuuji’s mouth went so wide Megumi had to resist closing them with his hands.
“So you’re cool and a badass? Oh man this is going great for me.” What does that supposed to mean?
“You mean to tell me that you,” Megumi paused, gesturing his arm over Yuuji’s body, “have never beaten up anyone before?”
Yuuji flexed his biceps, and not even the hoodie he was wearing could cover the fact that the man was built. Megumi tried not to stare too much. “What, this? These are mostly genetics. And the fact that I use them for sports. No beating people up here.”
That felt like a jab at his person, so Megumi shoved Yuuji’s shoulders with his own. Feeling Yuuji’s body shook as he laughed.
“Okay, sorry!! I’m not judging you, it’s really cool what you did. When my grandpa died—I’ll tell you about that later— he told me to help people, be a nice guy. So since then I’ve redirected my anger to punching bags, and just releasing it over sports, or gym. Naturally, it became a habit and I kept going. I can’t remember if I told you but I’m studying to be a physical therapist. Felt the most appropriate don’t you think?” Itadori confessed.
Megumi understood him, to a certain level. Similarly himself, he had a lot of pent up frustration, from his dad reappearing in his life, having to move out of Gojo’s and move in with Nobara, his dad leaving—after returning—again. But he didn’t let it out physically. He just focused on his studies, tried to drown out his stress by studying, a weird way of de-stressing, as pointed out by Nobara. But it had always worked for him. It became a safe haven.
“I can definitely see you becoming a P.T. I can also see you being a firefighter, is that weird?” Megumi asked. An image of Yuuji in a firefighter uniform came on his mind, and let’s just say, Yuuji would’ve definitely made the monthly fire calendar.
“That was actually one of my choices! I just decided against it because my grandpa wanted me to go get a degree. So I might as well put everything I had into it.” Yuuji smiled fondly, head down.
Remember when Megumi said Yuuji was physically his type? Yeah turns out, everything about him speaks to Megumi. His unshakeable personality, his dedication to honour his grandfather’s words, and just the way he talks about himself was admirable. Megumi was sure, he desperately wants to keep talking to Yuuji.
They continued walking silently until they passed by a familiar bench. We’re infront of my building, realised Megumi. His time with Yuuji tonight is about to end. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t mildly disappointed.
“This is me.” Megumi said, but not making any move to go in.
“Oh. Yep.” Yuuji nodded, also not moving.
“Hey I-“
He stopped talking. Mostly because Yuuji’s mouth was on his. Yuuji’s mouth was on his. And oh my god his lips were so soft. Though as soon as it happened, Yuuji pulled away and held them apart by his arms.
“I’m sorry. Did I. Did I misread the signals? Because I swear I could sense something between us and I just thought I’d go for it and oh my God. Wait, you’re smiling.” And Yuuji was right.
Megumi used his left hand to bunch up the front of Yuuji’s hoodie, “Kiss me properly, dumbass,” and pulled him close, smiling into the contact.
Yuuji tasted like soda and fresh mint and he kissed like he wanted to keep Megumi all for himself. His hands gripped tightly around Megumi’s shoulders as he opened his mouth and deepened their kiss. Yuuji’s kiss was unlike anything Megumi had personally experienced before.
Finding himself running out of breath he pushed Yuuji away, keeping his hand on Yuuji’s hoodie. They were breathing in each other’s breath, something stirred in Megumi’s stomach at the feeling. Yuuji stole another quick peck and leaned his forehead on Megumi’s, a grin slowly creeping up on his face.
“I am so glad I went for it.” Yuuji stated. He trailed his lips across Megumi’s face, leaving ghost kisses along his cheeks, chin, before stopping on his nose. Yuuji was big on kissing, Megumi noted.
“Me too. Now you need to go because I have a feeling Nobara is currently peeking at us right now.” Megumi turned his head and saw one of the curtains suspiciously moving at high speed.
Yuuji let out a laugh. “Yeah, alright. Oh and before I forget, take my number.” He pulled his phone out from his pocket and held it out for Megumi after clicking on the contacts app.
Megumi took the other’s phone carefully and keyed in his information. He made sure to do the same for his phone, and asked Yuuji to put in his number.
“Here, I’m done.” Yuuji stated, handing Megumi his phone back.
They stared at each other for what felt like hours. Yuuji broke out a laugh again and pulled Megumi into a hug, leaving yet another kiss on his temple.
“I’ll see you, bye Megumi.” Yuuji turned around and started walking, and Megumi did the same.
He walked into his apartment not knowing he was sure what just happened out there. He kissed someone, and it was amazing. Megumi could barely care about the looks Nobara’s throwing him from the couch, he just needed to get in his room.
He collapsed on his bed, repeating the kiss in his head. His phone dinged. He checked his phone and sucked in a breath.
Itadori Yuuji: missed your face already
Itadori Yuuji: did Nobara say anything because she’s been blowing up my phone
Fushiguro Megumi: I avoided her and went straight to my room
Fushiguro Megumi: and calm your horses down what if I gave you a wrong number
Itadori Yuuji: then i’ll just go to your house again and show you just how much i missed kissing you stupid ;)
At that moment Megumi knew, he’s fucked.