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Megumi can’t look away. Ever since things have settled down, gone back to some sense of normal, he finds himself wanting. Wanting to stare, exchange glances, to drink in Yuji’s warm glow like he can swallow the sun whole. Yuji is the sun. His golden eyes and bright smile draw everyone in with an intense gravitational pull. Megumi is jealous when his eyes are fixed on someone else but him, when he’s smiling at someone else, laughing as if he’s never known pain. Or loss.
Megumi hasn’t been the same. He pretends to be. He has times when he actually is okay. But it doesn’t last long before he’s back in his head again. And when he feels this way, like he was stuck not so long ago in a fetal position in darkness, he looks to Yuji. Sometimes he looks a little too long, sometimes hoping he’d notice the way he looks at him. He’s his savior, after all.
A sharp elbow to the side wrecks his train of thought. He’s suddenly back in the coffee shop, a black coffee gone cold in front of him, barely touched. He looks next to him, eyes narrowed. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Nobara whispers into his ear with a smirk. She’s the only one who has caught onto the situation. Although Megumi hasn’t explicitly confessed anything, a girl’s intuition never lies.
“Sorry,” Megumi mutters. Nobara bumps her shoulder against him. They’re sitting closely on the booth, across from Yuji and Yuta, who have been talking about their favorite movies for a while now.
“You don’t like romance? That’s the best genre. Who doesn’t like a sappy love story?” Yuji asks while taking a sip of his overly sweet tea. He puts it down with a smack on the table and leans back in his chair.
Yuta rolls his eyes and says, “Ok, lover boy.”
“Hmph, well, you’d be surprised. There’s someone I’ve had my eye on for a while now,” Yuji chuckles and looks down, so that no one can see the expression on his face.
Megumi’s heart sinks a little bit. Did he mean Yuko? They’ve been hanging out more lately. Who could blame him? She’s pretty, smart, and they have history. The history they have starts on the rooftop when Yuji swallowed that damn finger. Only bloodshed followed. Is that what he associates him with? The worst years of his life?
“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” Yuta puts his hands on Yuji’s shoulder and gives him a firm shake. “Who is the lucky person to have caught the attention of one of the best sorcerers of our generation?”
Yuji instinctively goes to rub the back of his neck - a gesture Megumi recognizes well when he’s feeling a bit embarrassed or uncomfortable. Megumi cringes in his seat. I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to know.
Next to him, Nobara rolls her eyes, “Well, I think some of us have a pretty good idea. Wouldn’t you say, Yuta?”
Megumi stands up abruptly before anyone continues. “I think I have some work to do. I’ll head out first.” He walks quickly out of the coffee shop without looking back.
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Megumi walks through the hallways of Jujutsu High with his hands in his pockets and a frown on his face. He doesn’t want to feel this way. He doesn’t want to be mad at his best friend for liking someone. That’s the natural progression of things. Crushes come and go. It could be Yuko, it could be someone he met on the street, or he could be completely joking, and he was actually referring to Jennifer Lawrence. There were a lot of possibilities. The best course of action would be to ignore it.
Megumi enters his dorm room and strides over to his bed. He flops face-first with a huff into his soft plaid comforter. Thoughts raced through his mind. He was still dealing with the trauma, even now, of all that happened. It’s not something that went away, only faded, like the scars decorating his face. He decides to flop over and reach a hand up to his right eye, feeling the smooth skin. It was still slightly numb. He grimaced as he touched a sensitive spot by his eye.
He fucking hated his scars. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw Sukuna. Felt the black shadow inside him, taking over his soul and corrupting him. And thinks of himself failing. Failing his friends, not being able to break out. Not being strong enough. He wants to throw up.
He wonders if Yuji feels the same way. His scars are caused by his battles - his missing fingers. Does he feel disgusted by them, too? If he does, should Megumi tell him how he sees them?
Megumi smirks to himself. Yeah, it’d go well to tell Yuji he thinks his scars are hot. If he did, he’d let him know that he’s beautiful, that the earthy, sweet smell of his shampoo drives Megumi up a wall sometimes, and that he can’t help but want to be swallowed up by him. It’s okay to stay best friends - as long as Yuji stays by Megumi’s side. He couldn’t ask for more.
Outside the window, the sun is setting behind the trees. Oranges, pinks, and purples dance across the sky. The buildings start to light up with a warm yellow glow as night creeps closer. There is no mission tomorrow, as far as Megumi knows, and he wants to hole himself inside for the foreseeable future.
He gets up and begins to change into his lounge clothes for the evening. He throws on a baggy long-sleeve tee and sweats. The sofa and a warm cup of tea are calling his name. He’s humming to himself as he tries to decide which flavor to pull from the cupboards.
There’s suddenly a knock on the door. A gentle four taps and that’s all. He knows exactly who it is. They have a coded knock after all. Megumi came up with it - said usually people knock three times, so he could knock four times to be special. If there’s no answer, that means to leave him the hell alone. He knows he can’t ignore the knocks tonight. Not after the coffee shop. He leaves the small kitchen and walks over to the door, taking a deep breath before swinging it open.
Yuji stands there in red checkered pj pants and a grocery bag in his right hand. Megumi doesn’t have to guess very hard at what the bags' contents are - he sees a colorful corner of candy wrapping peeking through the top.
“Hey, Gumi, you mind if I crash?” Yuji smiles as he says it. Megumi can’t say no to that smile, so he nods and steps out of the doorway to let him come in. “I know we sort of have a day off tomorrow. Bought some snacks for a movie night.” Yuji throws the bag down on the small island in the middle of the room. “Wow, can’t believe you got a room upgrade. Must pay off to be so loved.”
Megumi shrugs, “At least one of us is.” He is trying to lighten the mood, even if it comes off as snarky; it’s better than talking about him storming out at the coffee shop. Yuji has been checking up on him regularly ever since things turned normal again. Megumi genuinely enjoyed their time together, but there was a nagging worry that Yuji just spent so much time with him because he was worried. He wasn’t wrong to be. Megumi hadn’t healed. There were still a lot of nights filled with darkness and fear. But he had his sun knocking at his door pretty often to help with that.
Yuji starts taking the assortment of snacks out. Chips, candies, sodas, and a couple of ice creams. His sweet tooth is obvious. Yuji shifts his weight from one foot to another for a moment, lips in a tight line. He stops shuffling through the candy and stares at the counter. “So,” he starts without looking up, “You sort of stormed out of the shop earlier. What gives?”
“Figured I’d see if there was anything to do around here,” Megumi lies. He was hoping there’d be no mention of it, but Yuji likes to check up on him if his behavior seems off. He decides to play it off, “You sure got a lot of stuff. Got anything that won’t give me twenty cavities?” He closes the gap between them and picks up a bag of Hi-Chews with a little smile tugging at his lips.
“Was it because I talked about having my eye on someone?”
Megumi’s smile disappears immediately. His stomach drops a little. He’s still holding the bag of candy when he looks at Yuji. To his surprise, Yuji is looking directly at him. Megumi has to look up a little to meet Yuji's eyes, thanks to the growth spurt someone had last year. He doesn’t look so young anymore - more angled and sharp than he used to. The pinkish-brown tufts of his hair rest messily upon his forehead. He recently showered, and at this distance Megumi can smell sandalwood.
Megumi tries his hardest to hide his emotions. He’s not sure it’s working anymore. “No, no. Why would I leave because of that?”
“Because-,” Yuji looks away for a moment at the room behind them. It sounds like he cut himself off, but he continues after a pause, “Because you’re just worried about me. I mean, I’d be worried about who you wanted to date, too. Like - they have to be a good person, and able to.. relate to you, you know?” He grabs the candy out of Megumi’s hand and nonchalantly opens the bag. He pops a candy in his mouth after quickly unwrapping it, “The sorcerer stuff. The drama. The moodiness.” He glances over again at Megumi with a little smile. “I mean - dating is hard with the way we live. It’s hard enough just to live. In the literal sense. You probably just want what’s best for me.”
“The drama and moodiness,” Megumi says without thinking, “Is what I’m least worried about. I think I have to be more concerned about the repercussions of everything that’s already happened. Yeah, I’m worried, I guess, that she might not know what she’s getting into. It’s not like you have to worry about me. Who’s going to want to look at this face all the time?” The words escape his lips softly at the end. He has no idea why the hell he said that.
Yuji snaps his head up, ignoring everything he said but one thing, “Your face?”
Megumi frowns. Why couldn’t he focus on the rest of what he said? He even used pronouns so that it was easier for Yuji to tell him it was Yuko or some other girl. He knew he was going to tell him who he was interested in.
“Your face…” Yuji is suddenly closer than he was before. So close that Megumi can smell strawberries on his breath. “Your face is beautiful.”
Megumi freezes. His mind is blank. He can’t think of anything to say, so he looks back at Yuji with wide eyes. He feels heat creeping up the back of his neck.
“The scars… You fought so hard. They’re just signs of that. You fought so hard to get back to us,” Yuji says as he lifts his hand up and gently touches Megumi’s cheek, letting his fingertips dance along the raised edges of one of his scars. After a few moments, he leans forward a bit, their foreheads almost touching, “I was scared I wasn’t going to be able to save you. I told you, I’d be so lonely with you.”
Megumi tilts his head up a bit. He looks into Yuji’s golden eyes. They look darker in the natural light of the room. He can see his own reflection in them. His look gives everything away that he’s been trying to hide. Then why - why does Yuji look the same way? Why are his pupils blown and hungry?
“It’s always been you, just so you know,” Yuji pulls away a bit. “When I said I’ve had my eyes on someone for a while today. There’s no way you didn’t know. Everyone's caught on already. I made it pretty obvi–”
Megumi closes the gap between them immediately. He didn’t need to hear anymore. Their lips smash together as Megumi trips forward a bit, Yuji’s back hitting the edge of the counter behind him. His ears are ringing, his face burning hot now. He feels a cold hand snake up the front of his shirt. The contact makes him squirm.
Yuji’s mouth tastes sweet like candy. Megumi opens his mouth more to let Yuji’s tongue slide against his own. Suddenly, Yuji is no longer against him, instead leaving pecks all around his face. Around his eyes, forehead, and cheeks, Megumi realizes he’s tracing his scars with his mouth, littering them with kisses. He continues down his face and sucks the side of his neck, nipping gently. Megumi lets out a noise before he can stop himself.
“Fuck, hold on,” Megumi moans. Yuji immediately pauses his assault on his throat, lifting his head. Megumi looks down at him and thinks he looks like a wild animal, hair going in every direction, and lips swollen from kissing. His mouth is slightly open from breathing heavily. His face is flushed a beautiful pink. His hands rest on Megumi’s waist, and he swears Yuji is shaking a little bit.
It’s turning Megumi on so much, his brain is going haywire. “The bed,” Megumi whispers.
Yuji grabs his hand, leading him to the bed with ease. The sun has set now, and the room is dark. The only light in the room is the small lamp on Megumi’s desk. Even so, Megumi can see Yuji perfectly. The shadow wrapped around his face, hugging the edges of his body where the light can’t reach. His tight black shirt rides up at the bottom, revealing a toned lower abdomen. Yuji gently shoves Megumi onto the bed and leans over on top of him.
Megumi reaches out and places a hand on his chest, palm flat against the area where his heart lies. He’s completely lost all reasoning now. He feels the fast thumping underneath his hand. He thinks back to how he felt seeing Sukuna pierce through his chest. How the precious organ he feels now was held in the hands of the devil. A shiver runs down his spine.
Yuji grabs his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it. “Don’t think about that,” he says, reading Megumi’s mind, “I’m not going anywhere.” He brings their lips together again, much softer, much less greedy. It’s reassuring. Grounding. “Can I keep going?” Yuji asks.
Megumi nods. Before long, Yuji is snaking his hand back up Megumi’s shirt. The kiss grows deeper. His hand glides over his stomach on his way up to his chest. His fingers glance over his nipple as he makes his way up, and Megumi lets out a sigh into Yuji’s mouth.
Yuji notices, breaking the kiss and putting his full focus on touching Megumi’s body. He takes his finger and rubs gently on the nub again. Megumi arches his hips in the air without realizing, grinding on Yuji’s leg. Yuji watches him, then bites his lower lip. “Can I touch you there?” He gestures down to Megumi’s lower half.
“You’re full of questions today,” Megumi jokes. In truth, he’s a little nervous about it. He’s afraid he’ll find it weird. Or maybe think that they’re going too fast. He nods anyway. His heart is in his throat when Yuji’s hand begins to slide down from his chest to the waistband of his pants. It stops there.
“I always ask you lots of questions - Don’t I?” Yuji laughs. “I want to make you feel good. I want to see-” His fingers ghost against the sensitive area below his belly button, “All of you.” He teases for a second before finally pulling everything down.
Megumi gasps as the cool air of his bedroom hits his dick. He immediately hides his face in the crook of his elbow. He feels exposed in every way possible. He knows his face is burning red. The thought of Yuji staring at him right now is making him crazy, and, without even being able to help it, he visibly twitches.
He feels Yuji’s calloused fingers wrap around his length. He immediately pushes his pelvis up into the touch. Yuji begins to jerk him off, nice and slow.
“I want to see your face,” Yuji repositions himself so that he is sitting near the edge of the bed where Megumi’s legs partly hang off, and uses his other hand to move Megumi’s arm away from his face.
Megumi resists for a second, but the feeling of Yuji’s finger gently glossing over his tip makes him jump. He puts his arms against the bed and balls up the sheets in his hands. He’s getting close already. He’s waited for this for so long, dreamt of it. Now the reality of it means his body doesn’t know what to do with itself. He looks down at Yuji, who is already looking back. It drives him right over the edge.
He comes hard into Yuji’s hand, turning a little bit on his side as the waves of his orgasm take over, moaning loudly. Yuji stops and doesn’t move for a while, letting Megumi recover and stop writhing.
Megumi leans up on his elbows. Yuji has a little smirk on his face, barely noticeable, like he’s proud of the frenzy he’s putting Megumi in. He suddenly feels a slight sense of competitiveness. He just completely lost himself. And this little shit is acting all smug. He doesn’t say anything, but instead grabs a couple of tissues and wipes Yuji’s hand clean. Yuji sort of chuckles a bit but looks surprised when Megumi grabs his arms and stands him up.
Megumi drops down slowly to his knees, looking up at Yuji the entire time. Yuji sucks in a little air before going to lean down to Megumi’s level. “No,” he says, “No, you don’t have to – really – It’s fine, I can take care of it.”
Megumi ignores him, instead going for his waistband. He pulls them down a bit, and Yuji immediately stops his protests. Megumi waits just at the end of the V-shaped muscle on his hips. “I want to,” he says before continuing. He places a quick kiss on the bone of his hip.
Yuji’s cock bounces out as soon as his pants are low enough, and Megumi takes in the sight. The tip is a rosy pink, dripping with clear precum. Pink like his hair, he thinks to himself. He’s already getting hard in his pants again at this point. He puts the tip in his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside. Yuji throws his head back, stifles out a small sigh, and holds onto tufts of Megumi’s black hair on the back of his head. Megumi takes this as a sign to go further and glides his mouth down the shaft in one go.
“Fuck!” Yuji exclaims and thrusts forward a bit, careful not to shove himself any further into Megumi’s mouth. This is when Megumi realizes that Yuji is also a wreck, just a little more vocal about it, like he is with most things. It makes him feel good that he is just as undone as he is. He wants to see his expression, but it’d be hard to look up, so he decides to begin bobbing his head up and down Yuji’s length, holding his hips for better leverage.
Megumi is surprised at how much they’re both enjoying this. He’s pleased at the noises Yuji is making - especially the little whimpers as he gets closer to the edge. In one motion, he licks the underside of his cock and deep throats it. The suddenness of it makes Yuji bend forward into Megumi’s head as his abdominal muscles contract hard and his breath hitches in his chest. Megumi feels warmth fill his throat. He lets Yuji finish spasming in his mouth before pulling back and wiping the sides of his lips.
Megumi stands up, facing Yuji. Yuji just stares at him, pants still down.
“You should pull those up,” Megumi says.
“You’re really pretty,” Yuji deadpans. He stares for another moment and pulls up his pants clumsily, almost tripping on his own feet. “I thought it the first time I saw you. I think about it all the time.”
Megumi crosses his arms on his chest. “You think about that? A lot happened the first night we met. I mean, that’s when the worst times of your life started – after you met me.”
Yuji reaches out and hugs him. Megumi stiffens up a bit. Even after everything they just did, this still somehow feels intimate. He doesn’t get hugs often. He uncrosses his arms and holds Yuji back. The only other time they did this was after Shinjuku, when they arrived at Jujutsu High in the evening. Megumi was being taken to the infirmary, but before he was dragged away, Yuji clung onto him as if he’d never see him again.
“I’d do it all over again if it meant I still met you,” Yuji nuzzles into his neck and takes a deep inhale. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. Don’t go anywhere.”
Megumi hugs him harder, “I won’t.”