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Waking up at three in the morning was certainly unusual for Yuuji. Usually, he had no problem getting his full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. He wakes up early, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. But tonight, he woke up in the middle of the night feeling sore and confused.  

He shuts his eyes, willing his body to relax. It’s only Saturday, and he doesn't have any plans. He should probably go to the gym later; he shouldn’t get lazy so soon in the school year. His body felt so sore, his legs especially. He should rest now, so he has more energy…

He attempts to turn over, trying to make himself comfortable to get his remaining couple of hours of sleep. But his attempt is stopped when he’s pulled back further into the bed by what he now realizes is an arm slung over his body. The arm was pale, strong, and firmly hugging his waist. He cranes his neck as far as it could go to see whose arm it was and realizes that it was Megumi’s arm slung around him. He was in bed, lying beside Megumi, who had his arm wrapped tightly and looked so relaxed, a stark contrast from the scowl Yuuji recognized him by.

And then it hits him.

 He had sex last night for the first time. He had sex with a man! Blood rushed to his cheeks. He had sex last night with Fushiguro Megumi from his pre-calc class and was lying beside him in his bed.

Holy shit! 

He gently grips Megumi’s wrist, trying to lift the heavy arm off of him so he could escape back to his own dorm. He was so stupid. How the hell did this happen? 

He’s only able to lift the arm up by a centimeter or two before hearing a groan behind him; he flinches and Megumi’s arm falls back onto his waist.

“Yuuji?” Megumi grumbled, barely awake. His arm stayed wrapped firmly around Yuuji. Yuuji internally face-palms. He barely even moved the arm, c’mon!

“M-Megumi…” He cringes at the way his voice sounds.

Megumi shifts his body, propping himself up on an elbow to look over at Yuuji, removing the arm hugging him. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, Yuuji can feel Megumi’s eyes scanning him to check for anything visibly wrong. “Do you need me to get you anything? Water?”

Ugh. Of course, Megumi would be that guy. The butterflies returned. 

“No, no, I’m– Actually, yeah, could I get some water?” He asks sheepishly. He shifts around and hisses when he puts too much pressure on his butt.

“Don’t get up, I’ll get you your water.” He rubs his eyes and yawns. He lightly shoves Yuuji back down onto the bed as he forces his oh so tired self off the bed to get water for Yuuji and maybe some Tylenol. 

When the blanket falls off Megumi’s body, he sees that Megumi slept beside Yuuji in only his boxers, and a blush spreads across Yuuji’s face again. Thank god the room was still dark, although Megumi might still be able to see the blush on Yuuji's face from how bright it burned. He watches Megumi’s lean and mostly naked figure make its way to his kitchen.

Once Megumi is out, he lifts the blanket to check if he has as few clothes on as Megumi and sees that he is wearing a shirt that is unusually darker than his normal clothes paired with grey boxers. He was definitely not wearing this shirt when he left his dorm earlier. 

He listens to Megumi mumbling to himself from the kitchen, the creaking of the cupboard opening and closing, the sound of the faucet running, and the sound of the water filling up the glass. He doesn’t feel the disgust he thought he should be feeling. He doesn’t feel guilt or even shame. Mostly shock and maybe embarrassment. But he’s still half asleep, so maybe that'll change in the morning. 

He reaches over to Megumi’s bedstand and flicks on the lamp sitting there. He takes in his surroundings from his place on Megumi’s very comfortable bed. His room was clean and organized, like everything was placed meticulously. It was also much larger than his own dorm; it’s probably big enough to share with a roommate if Megumi wanted.

He’s dragged away from his thoughts when he feels the weight of someone sitting beside him on the bed. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even realize Megumi walked back into the room. 

“Here.” He extends the cup of water to Yuuji. “I got you some Tylenol, too.” He says while bringing the pill up to Yuuji’s lips, his face remaining impassive as if this were normal. Maybe it was normal? Maybe Yuuji was the one who was weird for thinking this was weird? 

A blush spreads across his face. He hesitantly takes the pill from Megumi’s fingers with his mouth and follows it with a big gulp of water. Megumi silently stares at him for a moment. Yuuji shifts under his gaze. Does he want him to get out or something… Yeah, he should probably go.

“I should head back to my dorm now, right?” He slides the blanket off the lower half of his body. “I uh I’ve never done this before, so sorry if I overstay—“

“No!” Yuuji looks up to see Megumi’s face turn a pretty shade of pink. Megumi grips Yuuji’s wrist to stop him from fully sliding the blanket off his body. Megumi also internally cringes at how desperate he must sound. “I mean,” He clears his throat, “you’re welcome to stay. It’s past curfew, so I’m not sure if they’d even let you in.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that.”

Silence. 

“You seem uncomfortable,” Megumi states. He scratches the back of his head, trying to peer over at Yuuji, who was hiding his face. “Do you uh— do you want me to sleep on the couch?”

Yuuji snaps his head over quickly, giving himself whiplash, “No, no, no! No, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Uhm, if anything, I should uh… I should be moving to the couch. Y’know, since it’s your dorm and bed.”

“I’m the one who invited you over and I fucked you, so it would be kinda rude if I made you sleep on the couch.” Yuuji’s face burns a bright red.

“Hah—shut up and go to sleep.” He said stiffly, turning his back to Megumi. He hears Megumi chuckle behind him and feels a dip in the mattress from the weight of Megumi settling beside him. 

His eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to pretend that he couldn’t feel Megumi’s breath against the back of his neck. 

~

When Yuuji wakes up, there’s no arm slung around him. He didn’t feel the heat of another body pressed against his own. 

Phew. 

It was just a dream…a really good one. He didn’t have sex with Megumi last night or stay the night at his dorm. He was still a straight virgin…

His eyes remain shut until his ears register the faint noise of running water from the bathroom. 

He slowly opens his eyes and glances around the room he was in, realizing it wasn’t his own… haha, he did it again. It wasn’t a dream! He really slept with Megumi.

He drags his hands down his face and searches for his phone. His face scrunches in discomfort when he feels the lingering pain of last night's sexual escapades. 

Once he finds his phone, he checks the time and sees that it’s way later than he expected. He swings his legs off the bed and rubs his eyes, ignoring the pain he felt once he sat up. He takes a deep breath. He’ll probably have to see Megumi again, considering his clothes were still in the bathroom. 

He sits at the edge of Megumi’s bed for some time, still trying to process the events from last night that took place on the very bed he was sitting on. As he’s processing, he doesn’t realize the sound of the faucet squeaking off and the noise of running water no longer audible, or the footsteps approaching the room. 

He lets out a yawn as he finally decides to get up from the bed. He tries to stand on sore, shaky legs, but quickly realizes that was a dumb idea when he falls immediately after standing. Megumi walks in just in time to catch Yuuji from his fall.

“Shit, are you okay?” Megumi pulls him up, helping him stand on wobbly legs. Oh my god. The only thing stopping Megumi from being completely naked was the towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

“Megumi!” Yuuji squeaks, trying to look anywhere but at Megumi. “Yeah, uh, I don’t really know why that happened.”

Megumi helps him sit back on the bed and props Yuuji up against the pillows. 

“Are you still sore?” Megumi asks, lightly massaging Yuuji’s thighs. This feels so domestic. Yuuji doesn’t respond, too flustered to speak.

“Yuuji?” He snaps his head back up, meeting Megumi’s eyes. They weren't sharp or intense like their first meeting. He had this soft look in his eyes, a look you'd think would be reserved for someone special.

“Uh, just my thighs.” He simpers. Megumi nods and removes his hands from Yuuji’s thighs. Yuuji mourns the warmth of Megumi’s strong hands. He watched Megumi put a shirt on and his heart fluttered at the snort Megumi let out when Yuuji snapped his head away after he dropped the towel around his waist to put on a pair of boxers and sweatpants.

“Are you hungry?” He makes his way over to Yuuji after he finishes changing. He grabs Yuuji’s legs, letting them rest atop his own as he takes a seat on the bed in front of Yuuji. Seriously, what is up with this guy? Why the hell was he acting as if this was normal, as if they weren't still basically strangers? “We could order something if you’d like. Or I could make you something. I’m not a good cook, but I can serve you burnt eggs.” Yuuji giggles at that, finding Megumi’s honesty charming.

Yuuji doesn't say anything for a moment, the small smile on his face slowly fading. He watches Megumi’s squinting eyes fill with concern. “You're okay with this?” Yuuji finally asks quietly, and Megumi tilts his head. “You’re really not gonna kick me out?”

Megumi pretends to think for a moment.”You’re right.” He says while nodding, “I should kick you out on legs you can barely stand up on.” He says sarcastically. “Why do you want me to kick you out so bad, Yuuji? You can leave if you’re able to stand and walk on your own, but I’m not gonna be the dick who kicks out the guy whose virginity I took.”

Yuuji lets out an awkward laugh and scratches his head, choosing to ignore the last part. “I’m sorry… I’ve just never done this before.” He says while motioning between the two of them. Megumi's hands were rubbing Yuuji’s calves, slowly working their way up to Yuuji’s thighs and not going any further.

“Let me order you lunch, Yuuji.”

“Don’t you mean breakfast?” Yuuji almost wants to pull his legs away. He doesn’t feel disgusted, and he’s not thinking those same thoughts from the night of the party; he kind of just wants to process it alone. To know that the butterflies weren’t just because Megumi was giving him attention he’s never gotten before, but because he likes who was giving him the attention. To know that he was really, truly fine with the affection coming from a man.

“Well, no.” Megumi removes one of the hands on Yuuji’s thighs to check his watch. “It’s the afternoon now, it’s just after one. So not breakfast, lunch.”

Yuuji rolls his eyes. “Okay, but it’s the first meal of the day, so it’s breakfast.” He says smugly. 

The smugness is wiped off Yuuji’s face when Megumi suddenly surges up to plant a hard and quick kiss on Yuuji’s lips. Yuuji looks at him with wide eyes, dumbfounded at the unexpected kiss. “Why…why’d you do that?” 

Megumi smiles and tilts his head again, “Sorry,” though his face doesn’t show a hint of remorse. “I just wanted to kiss you. Considering I had my tongue in your ass, stealing a kiss from you didn’t seem inappropriate. Maybe I was wrong, though.”

“Shut up,” Yuuji mutters before letting his body sink into Megumi’s pillow. He throws an arm over his face to hide how red and hot it was. 

“Let’s order breakfast,” Megumi says. 

~

They wait for their food to get to the dorms, while doing so, Megumi does a sloppy job at massaging Yuuji’s thighs and asks him random questions. Questions like “Where did you grow up?”, “Why did you decide to go to school in Tokyo?” and “Do you have any siblings?” This isn't at all what Yuuji was expecting the morning to go like. He thought he’d get kicked out before he even got the chance to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. But he wasn't complaining. It felt nice being taken care of. 

When the food got here, Megumi offered to carry Yuuji to the living room. The offer was kind and thoughtful, but it made him laugh. Yuuji might not look heavy, but he knew Megumi’s arms would snap off if he tried to lift him. They bantered over it. Megumi told Yuuji that he was underestimating his strength. But Yuuji insisted on being too heavy. So instead, Megumi walked behind him, holding his waist, supporting him like Yuuji was a baby learning to take his first steps. It was kind of embarrassing. Megumi kept cooing and teasing him the whole time as though he were actually a baby.

While they were eating, there wasn’t that awkward silence that Yuuji was expecting. It felt comfortable, natural even. 

For a while, Yuuji was fine with not having friends. It was nice to have friends, but he didn’t need them. But it was times like this that Yuuji desperately wished he had someone to freak out to. 

After breakfast, Yuuji helped Megumi clean up, even though Megumi insisted on having Yuuji sit and wait on the couch. But Yuuji’s legs weren’t as shaky, and he could stand up and walk around while only feeling minor discomfort, so he helped Megumi anyway.  

“So Megumi,” Yuuji starts. Megumi looks away from the dishes he was scrubbing to look up at Yuuji, who was sitting on Megumi’s countertop, using a rag to dry the wet dishes Megumi passed him. “Uh, are you always this affectionate with your one-night stands?” he asks with an awkward laugh.

Megumi looks back at his dishes and continues scrubbing, seemingly ignoring Yuuji’s question. Yuuji wants to sink into the wall and die. Why would he even ask that? Yuuji watches Megumi scrub the last dish before turning off the water. He stands there, water drips from his fingers, the emotion of his face difficult to decipher. “No.” Megumi finally answers.

Yuuji waits for Megumi to elaborate, but instead, he shuffles over to Yuuji and rests his hands on his knees, the edge of the countertop digging harder into the back of Yuuji’s knees.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” He asks in a whisper. Yuuji tries to maintain eye contact, but his eyes can’t stop drifting down to Megumi’s lips. 

“Uh,” he finally snaps out of it and meets Megumi’s dark green eyes. “I guess I’m kinda flattered.” He answers with an airy laugh. 

“What makes me so special?” He asks teasingly. He feels Megumi’s hands move from his knees to run along the sides of his thighs. Yuuji spreads his legs to allow Megumi to lean in closer.

Megumi accepts the invitation and rests his head against Yuuji’s shoulder. Yuuji can feel his lips brush against his neck. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.” He whispers before leaving, sweet and short pecks along Yuuji’s neck. 

Yuuji giggles and ignores the way his body is starting to feel hot. “Oh yeah? Why not?” he asks through his laughter. Megumi’s lips start to move their way from his neck to his lower jaw, where he starts to nibble at the skin. 

“You sound too proud of yourself,” He mumbles into Yuuji’s jaw and pulls Yuuji even closer. His hands make their way to Yuuji’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Too smug.” 

Megumi’s lips finally find their way to Yuuji’s. The kiss is immediately heated. Yuuji’s legs wrap loosely around Megumi’s hips. Megumi’s slightly damp hands slip under Yuuji’s shirt, making Yuuji giggle into the kiss and squirm. 

Megumi pulls away to take off his own shirt. He tosses it somewhere behind him, not bothering to check where it landed. Once his shirt was completely off, Yuuji immediately started biting and kissing Megumi’s neck and shoulder. Megumi lets out a groan as Yuuji sucks bruises up to Megumi’s jaw. Before Yuuji can meet Megumi’s lips again, they're interrupted by a phone going off. Megumi lets out an irritated groan, and Yuuji unwraps his legs from Megumi to check whose phone it was.  Megumi lets out another groan when he sees it was his phone ringing, he declines the call and turns his phone on ‘do not disturb’. He drops his phone back onto the counter and turns his attention back to Yuuji. 

His lips don’t get the chance to reach Yuuji’s before his phone goes off again with another call. Megumi huffs in frustration but excuses himself, leaving a flustered and horny Yuuji on his kitchen counter to take the call. He can only hope that the call would be worth his time, considering the person called twice after the first to disable Megumi’s ‘do not disturb’.

Yuuji watches Megumi walk into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Through the walls, he can hear what sounds like an argument. 

Yuuji hops off the counter and goes to retrieve the shirt Megumi flung. He folds the shirt and places it on the counter, where he was sitting just a moment ago. The folded shirt was identical to the one he was currently wearing, might even be identical to the one Megumi wore at the party. He chuckles to himself, imagining Megumi’s closet full of the same shirt. 

He picks up his phone and starts scrolling while leaning his back against the counter. No new messages. About five minutes later, he hears the bedroom door open and out walks Megumi with a scowl on his face. 

Yuuji puts his phone down. “What’s up? Was it important?”

Megumi groans and drags his hands down his face. “It was my cousin. She said she’s coming over in like twenty minutes.”

Yuuji tilts his head, “Is everything okay?” He asks, concerned. 

Megumi walks over to Yuuji and reaches a hand up to brush the hair out of Yuuji’s face. “Yeah, she’s just really annoying and stubborn. She’s probably gonna try to drag me to a party or something.”

Yuuji nods and pouts without realizing, disappointed. “I guess I should get going then?” He says, it comes out kinda like a question, like he was waiting for Megumi to beg him to stay anyway, or blow off his cousin. 

Megumi lets out a deep breath before nodding hesitantly. He pulls away from Yuuji to walk to the bathroom. Yuuji walks behind him but stops once he reaches Megumi’s couch. The area felt a lot like a living room, considering how big it was. Megumi comes back with the clothes Yuuji left in there the night before and hands them to Yuuji. 

Megumi watches silently as Yuuji dresses in front of him in his living room. He leaves his shirt and boxers in the bag, opting to wear the shirt and boxers he borrowed from Megumi.

“Sorry for uh,” Megumi scratches the back of his neck. “For blue balling you, I guess.”

Yuuji laughs, “Don’t say that, it sounds weird.” He starts walking towards the door, Megumi trailing behind him. “It’s okay, though, I hope you have a nice time with your cousin…” He pauses, trying to determine if he should say what he wants to say. Maybe he’s reading too much into this, maybe it’s nothing, and it’s just another hookup to Megumi. Fuck it. “I’ll text you?”

Megumi’s disappointed look on his face turns into a look of surprise. “Uh, yeah, yeah, I’ll text you.”

Megumi unlocks the door and holds it open for Yuuji. Yuujis about to walk out the door when, “Wait.” Megumi swings him back around and kisses him one last time. “Okay, now you can go.”

~

Once Yuuji leaves, Megumi immediately freaks out. He probably looked so desperate and clingy that he’s shocked Yuuji didn't immediately run out the door. Maybe he didn't cause his legs were sore, but he probably wanted to.

Megumi plops down on his couch. He pulls out his phone and stares at his messages with Yuuji, debating if he should text him now. Probably not, he would come off as desperate and clingy, and that would scare Yuuji off. 

About ten minutes later, he hears a knock on his door. He gets up from the couch already knowing who to expect. It’s Maki; she shoves her way inside, and Megumi scowls. She doesn't greet him and instead makes herself at home. “Damn, why can't Gojo pay for a nice dorm for me too?”

“I’m sure he would've if you asked, the guy's completely irresponsible with his money.” He says, following her to his kitchen.

Maki lets out a snort. “So what were you doing when I called? You sounded even more pissed than usual.” She says while digging around Megumi’s kitchen, looking for something to eat. 

“Why are you here again?” he asks, annoyed at her presence.

She tilts her head when she looks at the garbage bin, spotting the trash that looks to be for a portion of two. “Wow, Megumi, did you really eat all that? How come you're so skinny if you eat like that?”

Megumi jumps in front of her and pushes the trash deeper into the bin, trying to hide it. “Why are you even here?” He asks again through gritted teeth.

A grin appears on Maki’s face, “We are going to a party.” She says, emphasizing the word ‘we’, making sure that he understands they’re both going, no room for debate. 

She drags Megumi to his own room and starts digging through his closet as Megumi watches from his bed. She teases him for having such plain and boring clothes. 

“Aren’t you emo? Shouldn’t you have like, not boring clothes?” She scowls. 

Megumi blushes, “That was high school.” 

“Do you have any of your high school clothes then?” 

“Probably somewhere in there, I didn't check what I was packing. But I gained weight and muscle, they’d be too tight to wear.”

Maki laughs, “That’s probably true. You were so skinny in high school that you were basically a skeleton. Ooh, but that might be a good thing, tight clothes make you look slutty. Slutty emo loser, might help you get laid.”

“I do get laid.” He grumbles, “I don’t need your help.”

“So a hookup?” She asks, not looking away from his closet. 

Megumi scoffs, “What?”

“That’s what you were doing before I got here, hm? That’s why you looked and sounded so embarrassed.” She snickers 

Megumi gets up from his bed and approaches Maki. He closes the door of his wardrobe. “Mind your damn business.” He practically growls. 

She punches Megumi on the shoulder. “Hey, respect your elders.” She scolds, ripping the door of his wardrobe back open.

He sighs and plops back onto his bed as he rubs where Maki just punched him. “So who was it?” She asks, “How’d you meet them?”

Megumi huffs, “I met him on the first day of the semester, we share a class.” he runs his fingers through his hair, “Itadori Yuuji, he’s really–”

Maki snaps her head back at him, “Itadori Yuuji?” She asks, cutting him off, making sure she heard him correctly. Megumi squints at her and nods. “Pink hair, brown eyes, scars on his lip and eyebrow, and like this tall?” She shoots her hand about an inch above her to demonstrate his height.

Megumi cocks his head to the side, “You know him?”

Maki turns her attention back to his closet, trying to find a nice outfit for him to wear. “Yeah,” She chuckles, recalling their first interaction. “I met him at the gym, really weird kid. I’m pretty sure I have his number.” Megumi doesn't say anything in response.

Maki finally picks out an outfit for Megumi to wear, the shirt she picks is one he wore quite often in high school, from a band he’d listen to every morning. The shirt fits tighter now; it’s a short-sleeve shirt, and it stretches around his muscles, showing them off more than his typical clothes. She pairs the shirt with a pair of black washed barrel jeans that hang loosely around his hips.

Megumi tries to pull his shirt lower, wanting to cover the sliver of skin that peeks out between the shirt and pants. “I feel like a whore.”

Maki flicks him on the forehead. “That’s cause you’re so used to dressing like a nun. You look nice like this.”

Maki throws herself onto his bed, “So, you wanna tell me more about Yuuji? Did you really sleep with him? I  thought he was straight. It kinda felt like he was hitting on me.”

Megumi pulls the shirt over his head, deciding that he’d put it back on before they left, and then joins her on the bed. “Yeah, last night. He left like ten minutes before you got here.”

“Ooh,” She sings. “Did he stay the night and take care of you? Did he treat you like a princess?” She teases as Megumi’s face burns red. She clasps her hands together, bringing them to the side of her face, and leans on them. “I bet he carried you cause your legs were too sore.” 

Megumi grabs one of his pillows and throws it at her; she catches it effortlessly. 

“Shut the fuck up, and stop making it sound like I bottomed.” He grumbles and leans deeper into the bed. “I don't bottom.”

Maki’s eyes widened, and she barked out a laugh, “You topped him?” She asks in disbelief. “He’s into dudes, and he’s a bottom? That's really surprising.”

Megumi smirks to himself, “He wasn't until yesterday.” He says, his words dripping with smugness. 

Maki shakes Megumi’s shoulders, showing more excitement and pride than him and then pauses. “Really? You don't bottom? How come?” She quirks an eyebrow.

Megumi sighs and rubs the back of his neck, “I don't like it. It feels weird, makes my stomach– Why am I telling you this?” He cuts himself off.

Maki snickers, “I’m just shocked. He kinda looks like a wannabe jock.”

Megumi pauses to think. “Kinda, I guess. He’s loud but also kinda nerdy. Not like smart, he’s as dumb as rocks, but I think he’s into nerdy stuff. That’s what it sounded like when we talked.”

Maki smirks at him, “So did you totally rock his world?”

Megumi recalls their time together. Not the actual sex, but their time after. Yuuji’s warm brown eyes following his every move, the kisses they shared after, how comfortable he looked to be taken care of by Megumi, his actions completely contradicted the conversation they had at the party.

“Y’know,” He lets out a deep breath. “He was saying some pretty weird stuff about gay people.” Maki cocks her head to the side, waiting for Megumi to continue. “Like, he was saying some borderline homophobic stuff.”

Maki lets out an amused hum, “And you decided to sleep with him. You literally used to beat people up, but you slept with him?” She asks, stifling her laughter, “How come?”

The truth was, Megumi didn't know why. Maki was right; he used to get into fights quite often, which was surprising considering how scrawny he looked. If it were anyone else, Megumi wouldn't have hesitated to throw a punch. But, he didn't. There was something about Yuuji that Megumi wanted to understand.

He remembers the day he met Yuuji. Megumi sat somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall, arriving early to get a good seat. Soon, more and more people started flooding into the room. They all sat around him, choosing to sit one to two seats away from him. It was like Megumi had a barrier around him, warning people not to get close. He didn’t care about it, though; he didn’t care about any of these people and how they perceived him.

He continued typing on his laptop, ignoring the way some people were blatantly staring at him. He turned away from his laptop when he heard a thud beside him. Someone was placing their bag beside him, he looked up to see an unfamiliar face.

That unfamiliar face was Yuuji. Megumi usually would've ignored him, but Yuuji was very talkative. He kept asking Megumi questions until the lecture finally started, but even then, he could still feel Yuuji’s eyes glancing over at him every couple of minutes. It threw him off guard, the fact that someone was actually trying to talk to him, trying to be his friend. It was safe to say Yuuji piqued Megumi’s interest, with the way he kept glancing down at Megumi’s lips whenever they talked and was weirdly touchy, squeezing Megumi’s arm or shoulder when he laughed.

“I don't know.” He finally answers honestly.

Maki hums in acknowledgment, “But you like him, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have let him spend the night. You’re kinda a dick like that.” She whispers the last part.

Megumi shrugs and pretends not to hear what she whispered, “I guess.” He pauses and mumbles something inaudible.

“What? Dude, speak up.” 

Megumi clears his throat, “He was a virgin. I would've felt bad kicking him out.” He repeats just loud enough for her to hear.

Maki’s eyes widen in shock for the thousandth time that day. She shakes her head in amusement, “You should invite him to the party, it starts in like two, maybe three hours. Now, buy me something to eat, I’m hungry.” She says, dismissing the situation.

Megumi grabs his phone, preparing the food delivery app to order Maki a small meal, but before he does, he opens Yuuji's contact.

April 11, 2026

2:43

Fushiguro: Hey Yuuji, I know you left not too long ago, but my cousin’s over, and she’s dragging me to a party soon. I was wondering if you’d like to come. I understand if you’re busy, but it would be nice if I found you there. :)

~

Megumi orders food for Maki, and she thanks him by giving him an obnoxious kiss on the cheek. They spend the next couple of hours waiting to leave for the party by bickering and catching each other up on family drama.

Once it's finally time to leave for the party, Megumi goes back into his room to find the shirt Maki picked out for him. He checks his phone and sees that Yuuji hasn't responded to the text but has read it. He can't help but feel a little disappointed.

He groans internally when Maki reveals that the party is held at the athletic dorms. She said that she met the host at the gym; of course, she did. The walk to the dorms is uneventful. Megumi regrets answering Maki’s call, though Maki probably would've shown up to his dorm anyway. Megumi pulls out his pack of cigarettes and takes one out, holding the box out to offer Maki one.

Maki grimaces, “Eugh, you still do that?” She asks, taking one from him anyway. Megumi shrugs, “You see me doing it now, don't you?” Maki nudges Megumi in the ribs hard in return. “Don’t give me attitude.

As soon as they walked in, Megumi could feel a headache forming from how loud the music was.

“Okay, you go socialize, have fun. Don’t just stand there like a freak. I’m gonna go find Mai and Nobara.” She says that before walking off, he tries to reach for her wrist, but she’s already disappearing into the crowd. He curses her under his breath. Not only does he have to spend his night at a loud, sweaty party, but now he has to spend it alone.

He maneuvers past making-out couples and drunk frat boys to find the drinks. There is no way in hell he was gonna survive even the next couple of minutes if he didn't get alcohol in his system immediately. 

As he’s scanning over the drinks, he feels fingers tickling his sides. He jumps up and snaps his head around, preparing to yell at whichever freak thought it was a good idea to touch him. His expression softens when he turns around and is greeted with a familiar pair of big, warm brown eyes.

The pink-haired boy smiles brightly. “Hey,” He practically yells to be heard over the music. Megumi stares for a moment before finally responding, “Hi.” he can feel his lips twitch, forming into a small smile. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, I actually got here like 20 minutes ago, I’m friends with the host!” Yuuji beams. That doesn’t surprise Megumi, Yuuji looks approachable and friendly, he could probably make friends with a dinosaur.  “Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to respond to your text, I was uh…” Megumi doesn’t know if it was just the lighting of the party or if Yuuji was actually blushing. “I was busy with something.”

Yuuji pushes Megumi aside and grabs two red solo cups. Yuuji doesn’t check what bottles he’s grabbing before pouring some into the cups, making a really strong concoction. He hands one to Megumi, then grabs his wrist and pulls him away, telling Megumi he wants him to meet someone. 

Megumi finds himself standing face to face with a slightly taller boy whose dark brown hair covered half of his face. The boy looked terrified, but Megumi noticed that his pupils dilated when Yuuji arrived.

“Megumi, this is Yoshino Junpei. Yoshino, Fushiguro Megumi.” He says, trying to pull them closer together. They awkwardly greet each other, making Yuuji laugh. “You guys talk, I’ll be right back,” he whispers into Megumi’s ear, making two people who abandoned him that night. 

After Yuuji leaves, the terrified look is back in Yoshino’s face. Though his eyes never left Yuuji, even as he walked off to meet and greet other people. “He’s pretty great, right?” Junpei mutters just loud enough for Megumi to hear. Megumi follows Yoshinoi’s gaze to find Yuuji talking and smiling with a much larger guy. He tries not to glare at Yoshino, “So, how did you and Yuuji meet?” Junpei finally looks away from Yuuji to talk to Megumi.

“Oh, Itadori and I met at the library.” Junpei looks away again from Megumi to reminisce about their first meeting. “Funny story, we both reached for the same manga...” Junpei goes on to describe his boring encounter with Yuuji. Megumi nods, acknowledging Yoshino’s not-so-funny story. ‘Itadori’ huh…

Once Junpei was done with his story, his smile started to slowly fade. He looks down at his fingers and starts picking, fighting the urge to bring them to his mouth and start biting at the nail. “Are you and Itadori close? He, uh,” he gulps, “he seemed really eager to bring you over.” Megumi tries to fight the grin threatening to form by taking a sip of his drink. “I also noticed you called each other by your given names. So, uh, how long have you known each other?”

Megumi pulls the cup away from his mouth, not to look at Yoshino, but to look for Yuuji. “We only met at the beginning of the semester.” He says, still not looking at Yoshino. “We share a class.” Junpei nods, though Megumi wasn't paying attention to him anyway. 

“But you’re close already?” Junpei asks, a hint of worry in his voice. Megumi finally looks back at Yoshino to find furrowed eyebrows etched on his face. “You could say that.”  He nods, “Actually, he was over at my dorm earlier.” Junpei’s face contorts into a frown but quickly recovers. “Why?”

Before Megumi can answer, Yuuji’s voice cuts in, “Hey guys! So, what are we talking about?” Junpei’s eyes flicker between the two before shouldering past them, muttering an excuse for why he had to go. Yuuji looks at Megumi with a confused and hurt look on his face. Megumi just shrugs in response.

They spend most of the night together, drinking and chatting. Yuuji occasionally leaves to greet someone, sometimes dragging Megumi along. Eventually, Yuuji gets tipsy enough to start getting touchy with Megumi again, leaning against his shoulder, looping their arms together, brushing hair out of his face. If Yuuji were anyone else, he would've shoved them off immediately, but for some reason, he didn't. He let Yuuji touch him and lean on him; he didn’t mind it coming from Yuuji.

Eventually, they move to a quieter place, still loud but not loud enough so they’d have to yell every word. Megumi makes sure to grab two water bottles before letting Yuuji drag him away again. “Y’know, Megumi, you’re really pretty for a guy.” 

Megumi’s brows furrow. “Thank you?”

“When did you start smoking?”

“Hm?”

“I smelled it in your breath last night…” His eyes flicker down to Megumi’s lips, the blush on his cheeks from the alcohol turning a shade darker. “and tasted it too.”

Megumi lets out a quiet laugh and grabs one of the water bottles, unscrewing it before shoving it into Yuuji’s hands. He waits for Yuuji to chug half of the water bottle before answering. “When I was 16. I tried quitting a couple of times but couldn't stop finding my way back to it when things got too stressful.” He takes the water bottle from Yuuji and chugs the rest of it, even though there was an unopened one beside him.

Yuuji leans his head on Megumi’s shoulder. “Your outfit is nice, by the way, it’s kinda hot actually. Y’know, I had a theory that your closet was filled with the same shirt only.” The hair on the back of Megumi’s hair prickled from Yuuji’s breath. “You disproved my theory.” Megumi brings his hand up to comb through Yuuji’s hair.

They both stare into each other's eyes. Megumi catches Yuuji’s eyes drifting down to his lips every couple of seconds and smirks. Yuuji lifts his head and wraps his arms around Megumi’s neck, bringing him into what feels like a hug. Megumi’s hands find their way to Yuuji’s waist. “Are you okay?” Yuuji lets out a content hum. “Are you drunk?” 

Yuuji leans into Megumi’s neck and presses a soft kiss where he finds a beauty mark. “Not really, maybe a little tipsy. Are you?” He spots another beauty mark just above the first. He pecks that one too, ‘like when birds in videos try eating their owners' beauty marks,’ he giggles to himself at the thought. 

“Me neither,” Megumi answers. He tilts his neck to the side, giving Yuuji permission to do what he wants to his neck. Yuuji licks a stripe to the next beauty mark and pinches it with his teeth. He moves from beauty mark to beauty mark, kissing each one and occasionally biting at it. Yuuji spots one right by Megumi's ear, but before he can get to it, he feels fingers intertwined in his hair and tugging lightly.

“Yuuji, there are still people around.” He warns. Yuuji pouts, Megumi steals a quick kiss from Yuuji as he pries Yuuji’s arms off him. As much as he didn't want to separate from Yuuji, he wanted to make out in public even less. But there was something so addictive about Yuuji that he let himself get pulled into a slow, sensual kiss. Yuuji pulls away first, “Can we go to your dorm?” he asks in a whisper.

Megumi grabs Yuuji’s wrist and drags him out of the room they were in back to the main party. Megumi looks over the crowds of people to find Maki. Once their eyes meet, Maki smirks and winks in his direction. Megumi can’t help but let out a huff that sounds awfully close to a laugh. Megumi pulls Yuuji closer to him, not wanting to get separated by the wave of people passing by, “C’mon, let's get out of here.” He whispers into Yuuji’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Once they make their way out of the party, they all but run back to Megumi’s dorm.

~ 

Their lips are immediately back on each other's as soon as they hear the click of the door locking behind them. The kisses are short, pausing in between each one to take off a piece of clothing, leaving each other in their boxers, their clothes scattered all over the living room floor. Yuuji’s arms wrap around Megumi’s shoulder, and he lets Megumi back him up against the wall. Megumi leans down to haul Yuuji up, his legs wrapping around Megumi’s waist. 

Megumi breaks away from the kiss, “Jesus, you weren’t over exaggerating.” There’s a blush spread across his face, and he looks out of breath. “You are heavy.” 

Yuuji lets out a snort, “No one asked you to pick me up.” Megumi ignores him and carries Yuuji the short walk to the bedroom anyway. He drops Yuuji on the bed, landing with a huff. Yuuji lets Megumi flick the light on before dragging him back into a deep, lustful kiss. He flips them over so Megumi is beneath him. Yuuji gasps into the kiss when Megumi starts grinding up. Megumi breaks away first, a string of saliva connecting them.

Yuuji sits up and runs his hands down Megumi’s torso, his fingers stopping momentarily to squeeze and pinch Megumi’s nipples, giggling at the gasp Megumi lets out. Megumi grabs Yuuji’s wrist, stopping them before they reach the parts of his body where he’s ticklish. “Do you wanna try sucking me off?” Yuuji’s eyebrows shoot up. “Uh, what?” He shifts a little on Megumi’s lap. “I’ve, uh, I’ve never done that before.”

Offering Yuuji a soft smile, “I figured. I thought maybe if I brought it up, you’d wanna try, considering how eager you were to have my dick in your ass.” He says teasingly. Yuuji rolls his eyes and tries to get off of Megumi, but Megumi pulls him back down. 

“Sorry, sorry. We don't have to if you don’t want to, of course. I just thought I’d propose it anyway.”

Yuuji doesn’t say anything for a moment. “You’ve thought about this?” Yuuji looks down to see Megumi’s ears turn a bright shade of red. He smirks. “It’ll feel good for you, right?”

“Yes, but it’s not necessary. We can do something else.” He feels Megumi’s grip loosen. He grabs Megumi’s wrists and gently pushes them away from his waist to crawl backwards until his face meets the wet spot in Megumi’s boxers. He doesn’t make an effort to look seductive; he’d be too embarrassed. 

“I wanna make you feel good.” He pulls at the waistband of Megumi’s boxers and takes Megumi’s hard, throbbing cock in his hand. Holy shit, he was big. How the hell did that fit inside of him? He grins at the gasp Megumi lets out. Yuuji leans in to press a soft, wet kiss on the pink tip. Megumi’s breath hitches when Yuuji finally opens his mouth to lick a strip from the base to the tip. Salty. Before he can actually take Megumi’s dick into his mouth, he pauses. “Am I gonna throw up from this?”

“What?”

“Sometimes when I’m brushing my teeth, I get scared that I might throw up. I guess it doesn’t really happen that often anymore— but actually, I think I might’ve thrown up once! It was kinda long ago, though—” Yuuji’s rambling comes to a halt when Megumi growls his name. 

Yuuji looks up, “Yeah?” He doesn't acknowledge the irritated tone in Megumi’s voice.

“Take a deep breath.”

Yuuji’s eyebrow quirks up, just as he's about to ask what Megumi meant by that, his head is suddenly pushed down. He lets out a choked moan as Megumi’s cock hits the back of his throat. He holds Yuuji’s head down and groans. His hips grind up, trying to get Yuuji to take him in deeper. Tears start to form in the corner of Yuuji’s eyes. 

Megumi finally removes his hand from pink hair, and Yuuji pulls off with a wet pop. He lets out a cough and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Megumi grins and reaches out to stroke Yuuji’s hair. Yuuji flicks Megumi’s hand away from him. “That was so rude.” He says, glaring at Megumi. Megumi just hums in response, jutting his hips up, the tip of his dick taps against Yuuji’s soft pink lips. Yuuji glares at Megumi once more before taking the dick in his mouth again. 

Megumi restrained himself from thrusting into Yuuji’s mouth as much as he wanted to; he couldn’t bring himself to be too rough with Yuuji. Instead, he tangles his fingers in between Yuuji’s short pink hair; he doesn’t push or pull. He allows Yuuji to set his own pace, bobbing his head up and down, stroking whatever his mouth couldn’t reach with his hand. 

Megumi curses under his breath. He can feel himself getting closer and closer. Drool dribbles out from the corner of Yuuji’s mouth. The blowjob was messy and inexperienced, but the look on Yuuji’s face, the tears brimming in his eyes, the flush on his face, how desperate Yuuji was to make him feel good, made it the best blowjob he’s ever received. 

Brown eyes flicker back up to Megumi when he feels his hair being tugged on. “I’m close.” He warns Yuuji with a ragged breath. Tears spill from Yuuji’s eyes when he squeezes them shut as he takes Megumi’s length as far as he can, his head bobbing even faster. Megumi comes inside Yuuji’s mouth with a low moan. Yuuji swallows whatever Megumi spilled into his mouth. 

“Was that good?” Yuuji asks, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Instead of verbally answering him, Megumi pulls Yuuji up into a short, sweet kiss. “That was amazing.” Yuuji smiles and presses his lips against the corner of Megumi’s mouth. 

On Megumi’s stomach, he can keep Yuuji’s still clothed dick rutting against him. “Do you want me to blow you? I would’ve started prepping you by now, but uh… It’s been like twenty-four hours since you cleaned yourself, right? I don’t wanna make you wait like forty minutes just to get off so I can—” Megumi’s cut off by a hand being slapped over his mouth. 

“I uh,” Yuuji drops his head onto Megumi’s shoulder, letting out a frustrated groan. “I already did that…” he says, embarrassed. Megumi’s confused for a moment before finally registering what Yuuji meant. 

“You fingered yourself?” Megumi asks, in half disbelief and half amusement. Yuuji buried his face into Megumi’s neck and huffed. “Yeah, I went out to look for that thing and lube after I got your text. You left me horny, and I— whatever I got off with my fingers in my ass.” He says, embarrassed and barely audible. 

Megumi tugs at Yuuji’s hair again, forcing him to meet his eyes, “What were you thinking of?” Yuuji rolls off of Megumi and buries his head in the soft, cold pillows. “Ugh, don’t do that to me.”

Megumi turns over, being greeted with Yuuji’s back. He lifts himself up to hover over Yuuji and starts kissing and biting Yuuji’s nape. “What were you thinking of, Yuuji?” He asks again in between kisses. The shorter boy beneath him starts squirming, Megumi’s kisses trailing down to his shoulders. His hands move down Yuuji’s body, pushing him further into the bed by resting his weight on him. His hands stop once they feel the waistband of Yuuji’s boxers. He pulls back to grab Yuuji’s hips, pulling them up, forcing him into a deep arch. Yuuji finally looks back at Megumi and notices the animalistic look on his face; he gulps. His boxers get pulled down to his knees, revealing his plump tan ass. When Megumi spreads Yuuji open, he almost drools at the sight; the rim was still slightly red and swollen. Without thinking, he leans in to lick a stripe up from his balls to his asshole. 

Yuuji lets out a gasp, “Why do you do that, dude?”

A glare is thrown Yuuji’s way, “Don’t call me dude, and it feels good, doesn’t it?” Yuuji nods hesitantly, “Good, then let me make you feel good,” he says before diving back in, licking a long, slow stripe over Yuuji’s entrance. Yuuji groans but doesn’t protest any further. Megumi kissed and licked around his rim, slowly easing his tongue inside the tight heat. A grin forms on Megumi’s face when he feels Yuuji rocking his hips back, attempting to fuck himself on Megumi’s tongue. Yuuji’s moans filled the room. Megumi felt his cock twitch at the noise. He grips Yuuji’s ass, trying to bury his face deeper, eating him out like it was his last meal. It wasn’t enough, though; he wanted Yuuji to be the only thing he could feel. He wanted to flip them over and have Yuuji sit on his face, to feel his full weight on him. That’d be so hot. Maybe he’ll ask Yuuji in the morning if he decides to stay the night… 

Megumi finally pulls away to admire his work, his mouth smothered with saliva. Yuuji lets out a whine at the loss of contact. Megumi spots the bottle of lube still sitting on his bedside and reaches over to grab it, his body pressing against Yuuji’s momentarily. He flicks open the bottle and squirts some onto two fingers. “I’m gonna prep you now,” he leans back down to press kisses into Yuuji’s lower back and ass as he waits for the lube to warm up a bit. 

Yuuji reaches behind him, using one of his hands to spread himself open. “Please, Megumi.” He whined. “I need you.” Megumi doesn’t need to be told twice. He presses his fingers to Yuuji’s rim, circling it before sliding both fingers inside. He doesn’t wait long before moving his fingers, starting slow at first, pushing in deep, and sliding out slowly to repeat. But Yuuji’s whines and moans become impatient. So, his fingers move faster, wiggling them, trying to look for that sensitive gland that would make Yuuji see stars. 

Yuuji pushes himself into Megumi’s fingers, but it wasn’t enough; he needed more. Megumi realizes this and leans into Yuuji’s ear, “Do you want me to add a third?” Yuuji’s face was flushed, and there was drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. He shakes his head, “No—ngh, I need you.” He lets out a cry when Megumi finally finds his prostate. Megumi stills his fingers, pressing them hard inside Yuuji. “Pl-please Megumi, please hnnngh I need you,” he breathes out.

Fingers carefully slide out of Yuuji. Megumi smirks, watching Yuuji clench around nothing. He reaches for the bottle of lube again and pours some onto his hand. He strokes himself, spreading the lube, as he eyes Yuuji’s ass. It was red now, and there was saliva all over the rim. Megumi might’ve left marks from how hard he was gripping. 

Megumi lines his dick to Yuuji’s hole, nudging at it. Just as he’s about to push in, “Wait!” Megumi freezes and immediately pulls away. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, helping Yuuji flip onto his back. “Does something hurt?” He pushes pink hair out of Yuuji’s eyes, stroking it in an attempt to comfort him. 

Yuuji pulls Megumi down into a kiss. It’s short and gentle, reassuring. “No, no, I uh,” he giggles to himself. “I just uh, I wanted to see you…So, we can continue. I just wanted to look at you while we…yeah.” Megumi rolls his eyes at Yuuji, making him panic over nothing. 

A couple of quick pecks later, making sure that Yuuji was absolutely okay and definitely wanted to continue, Megumi repositions himself in between Yuuji’s legs, spreading them. He lines his dick up to Yuuji’s hole and glances back up at Yuuji, making sure he doesn't have any more complaints, before continuing. It slides in smoothly with the help of the lube and saliva. They both let out a deep groan. Yuuji was still tight, having only used two fingers to finger himself; it wasn’t enough for Megumi’s size.

Megumi leans into Yuuji, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “You’re taking me so well, Yuuji, so tight.” He cooed into Yuuji’s skin. Yuuji’s cock twitches at the praise. “So good,” he rambles without realizing. He usually wasn’t very vocal during sex, or in general, but he’s more than happy to sing his praises to Yuuji. 

Nails claw at Megumi’s back, “pl– please Megumi please,” he whines, grinding his ass onto Megumi’s dick, trying to take him deeper. “Hngh, please more.” Megumi doesn’t waste a second in complying with Yuuji's request. He slowly pulls out, hissing as Yuuji clenches down, and just as slowly pushes back in. He nips at Yuuji’s neck as he does so, sucking marks and licking over them to soothe them.

Eventually, Yuuji gets tired of the pace Megumi sets and starts whining for more. Megumi flips them over without slipping out of Yuuji. Yuuji lets out a yelp and sits up. The new position causes Megumi to press against Yuuji’s prostate. “Fffuck Me– Megumi, right there.” He rocks his hips back and forth, trying to get Megumi to move with him. Megumi grunts and lifts Yuuji’s hips to thrust up into him.

Megumi grabs Yuuji’s waist and guides him up and back, down and forward, moving him in time with his thrusts. Yuuji’s head lolls back as he lets out lewd moans and whines, the angle punching at his prostate with every bounce and thrust. Soon enough, Megumi’s hands slide down from Yuuji’s waist to grip and squeeze his thighs, no longer needing to help Yuuji ride. Yuuji moves on his own, grinding and bouncing like he’s done this before. 

“Hah— fuck Yuuji, just like that. So good.” He moans, and Yuuji whimpers. After a particularly hard thrust, Yuuji falls forward, hands landing by Megumi’s face. When Yuuji’s face meets Megumi’s, he finally notices that Yuuji’s cheeks are wet with tears. Megumi assumes that this meant Yuuji was close, considering how eagerly he was grinding onto Megumi’s dick, and reaches in between the two of them to jerk Yuuji off. Yuuji lets out a choked sob and grabs Megumi’s wrist, stopping it from stroking his hard, leaking cock. 

“N– no, no, I don’t want that.” Yuuji rapidly shakes his head as he pulls Megumi's hand off of him. Fuck, that might be the hottest thing Megumi’s seen. Yuuji gets pulled into another kiss, it’s messy and wet, moaning and gasping into it as he meets Megumi’s quickened pace.

“I’m close, fuck Yuuji.” Soft, pale hands reach down to grab Yuuji’s normally tan but now reddened ass. Yuuji collapses onto Megumi after his arms give out, feeling like jello. “Cum inside, do– don't pull out, Megumi, please. Do it inside.”  Yuuji babbles back, his bouncing and grinding losing power. 

A low groan, almost a growl, is released from Megumi’s lips; his thrusts quicken, hips moving as fast as they could. Yuuji continues to babble and sob. A couple of deep thrusts later, Yuuji comes on his own and Megumi’s stomach. Megumi follows soon after, coming deep inside Yuuji. 

They lie in the same position, catching their breath. Megumi helps Yuuji sit up. “I should pull out now.” He says, lifting Yuuji’s hips slightly.

With the rest of his strength, Yuuji pulls Megumi’s hands away and sinks back down, forcing a whimper out of him. “Don’t pull out yet.” He whines. Megumi gasps at the overstimulation.

“It’s only your second time, and you’ve already turned into a freak. We’re not going again if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m tired.” Megumi groans. 

Yuuji giggles, “No, no, I think I’m too sore to go a second time. I just like this, I feel close to you. I like feeling your warmth against mine. Does that make sense… Now I just sound stupid, sorry, I’ll get off of you now.” But Yuuji doesn’t get off. And Megumi doesn’t try to push him off anymore. He holds onto his thighs, rubbing and squeezing them. Holding him in place. 

“We can stay like this. Just—” Megumi whimpers and grips onto Yuuji’s thighs harder, stopping him from shifting. “Don’t do that, don’t, I’ll get hard again.” 

Yuuji very slowly lies back down, pressing his chest against Megumi’s. Megumi’s hands move up from Yuuji’s thighs to his back and rub circles into Yuuji’s back. “You’re heavy.” He huffs out. 

Yuuji barks out a laugh, “Deal with it for a little, please.”

~

Eventually, Megumi does pull out, and he can feel his cock twitch as he watches his cum drip down the back of Yuuji’s thighs. He takes a deep breath, controlling himself, and helps Yuuji clean up with wipes. He offered to run a bath for Yuuji, but Yuuji was too tired to get out of bed. So, he helps Yuuji lie down on the bed, trying to make him as comfortable as he can. You’d think Yuuji was a VIP or a king with the amount of care he was putting into making Yuuji comfortable. Megumi lies down in the space beside Yuuji and stares up at the ceiling. 

“Is now a good time to ask you on a date?”

Yuuji lets out a snort, “You’re the first person I’ve been with, how would I know? Doesn’t sex usually come after going on dates?” He turns his body to lie on his side, facing Megumi. “You’re the experienced one here.”

“Yeah, but it’s always just hookups, nothing more.” He says, eyes staying glued to the ceiling, though nothing was interesting up there. 

“How come?”

Megumi pauses to think. An unfamiliar feeling starts creeping up on him. He’s never felt this way about anyone before. He avoids people when he can; he doesn’t even like talking to his own father. With any hookup he’s had, he doesn’t spend the night, he doesn’t let them spend the night, he doesn’t get attached. He lets out an airy laugh, “I don’t know.” He finally turns his head to look at Yuuji, “There’s just something about you. Your company is nice.” 

A soft blush spreads across Yuuji’s face. “Wow, Megumi, you make it impossible to say no when you say shit like that.”

“Are you saying no?”

Yuuji leans over to press a long, closed-mouth kiss on Megumi’s lips. “I let you nut in my ass twice, Megumi. I don’t think I could say no even if I wanted to.” He snickers. After a beat of silence, “What makes me special? This morning and now, you’re saying there’s something different about me, that you don’t act this way with other people… why?” He asks cautiously.

Megumi turns to his side, full body facing Yuuji. He reaches a hand out to stroke Yuuji’s hair, coaxing him to lie down. “You didn’t avoid me.” He finally states, Yuuji squints his eyes in confusion. “I’ve been alone most of my life. I never really had friends. I didn’t want them; I don’t like people. I don’t even really like being around my family. People are scared of me, people avoid me, you’re the first person I talked to in the first week of school, the only person, actually, not counting my cousin. You’re loud, and you talk a lot; you stand out with your pink hair and your overly friendly attitude. I don’t know if maybe you were too dumb to notice that no one was sitting around me, or you didn’t care. But you talked to me, and you wouldn’t stop.” Megumi’s voice doesn’t waver despite his nervousness. His mind can’t wrap around the fact that he was being so affected by a man he met only a week ago. “I went to the party cause I was hoping I’d find you there. That night, I didn’t talk to anyone but you. Your presence is just… there’s a warmth that is so addictive.”

By the time Megumi was done with his explanation, Yuuji’s cheeks were dusted with a soft pink. His eyes were half shut with tiredness. He leans in to press a soft, gentle kiss on Yuuji’s forehead. Yuuji giggles to himself, “Now, me just telling you ‘I like you.’ feels like it’s not enough. Give me a couple of minutes, I’ll think of something cute to say.” Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment.

The hand on the side of Yuuji’s head comes down to cup his cheek. “I like you too, Yuuji. I don’t need a speech or a poem from you, I just want to take you out on a date.”

A simper spreads across Yuuji’s face, “I’ll go on a date with you, Megumi.”