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Yuji was trying not to tease Fushiguro about enjoying Human Earthworm 4. To be fair, the boy hadn’t explicitly said he liked it, but the complaints had significantly lessened as the movie went on, and Yuji spied him leaning forward during one pivotal scene. So, yeah, he clearly liked it. At least better that the third one.
“So…” Yuji began as they entered the hallway to their dorms, “when Human Earthworm 5 releases, will you watch it with me?” It wasn’t teasing, it was asking a completely valid question .
Fushiguro paused in front of the door to his room. “You might want to think about asking some other people too. If we’re going to the movies together that much, people might get the wrong idea.”
Yuji tilted his head and leaned against the wall. “What idea?”
“I don’t know,” Fushiguro shrugged, clearly uncomfortable now. “That we’re dating?”
Yuji froze, his mind racing.
The truth was, of course, that he had a crush on Fushiguro. It had probably existed since that fateful first meeting, but he’d only acknowledged it a couple months ago. He’d been going back and forth about it for weeks. Should he mention it? Would Fushiguro return the feelings? Would it make things awkward between them if he didn’t? This would be the perfect opportunity, but…
“Is that a bad thing?” was the response Yuji settled on.
“Is it a bad thing for people to think we’re dating?” was Fushiguro’s extremely cryptic reply.
“I just mean…” Yuji dropped his gaze to the floor and scuffed the tip of his shoe on the floor. Just go for it , he decided. “Maybe I want them to think we’re dating. Maybe I’d like to date you.”
Looking up through his lashes, Yuji saw Fushiguro swallow, eyes widening. “Is that–are you asking me out?”
Yuji shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“I–but–you–” Fushiguro’s cheeks were turning pink in a way that was only encouraging Yuji more. “I thought you liked girls who looked like Jennifer Lawrence.”
“Oh, well I’m bi,” Yuji explained, scratching the back of his head as the tension began to get to him. “My type of guy is more, well, tall and brooding?”
“Brooding? ”
Yuji barely let him get the word out before continuing, “Anyway I think I messed this up pretty bad. I’ve been thinking about ways to tell you and I think I just panicked when you asked, so just forget I said anything–”
“Wait .” Fushiguro’s hand shot out to grab Yuji’s wrist as he attempted a retreat.
The contact was a bit of a shock. Fushiguro had only really touched him in battle and even then, it was rare. Yuji immediately felt his brain zeroing in on the point of contact on his wrist and ignoring everything else. Except that wasn’t true, because his eyes were glued to the movement in Fushiguro’s throat as he swallowed. God, how had he not recognized his crush sooner? Fushiguro was beautiful.
“Just…wait a second,” Fushiguro tried again, voice softening. “I-I want to date you too.”
Yuji felt a grin spread across his lips. He twisted in Fushiguro’s grip so that he could lace their fingers together. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Fushiguro said with a nod. “You’re my type too, I guess.”
Yuji’s grin widened, but before he could say anything a thought occurred to him. “Wait, you didn’t pretend to like Human Earthworm 4 just because you like me did you?”
Fushiguro rolled his eyes, but there was still the pink tinge to his cheeks. “Shut up and kiss me, Itadori.”
Suddenly entirely consumed with the desire to do just that, Yuji leaned in, lifting his free hand to cup Fushiguro’s cheek. Their lips connected and…Yuji lost the plot a bit after that. Fushiguro’s lips were soft–softer than Yuji’s, which he honestly hadn’t expected. HIs hair was soft, too as Yuji wound his fingers through it to deepen the kiss. Fushiguro pulled his hand out of Yuji’s to trail both of them down his chest and around his back, pulling Yuji closer with a grip on his shirt.
They were both panting when they pulled away, and Yuji had never seen a more beautiful sight than a freshly-kissed Fushiguro.
“Itadori ,” Fushiguro sighed, leaning in for another kiss. Except Yuji pulled back almost immediately.
“Yuji,” he said.
“What?” Fushiguro’s voice was so breathy and his eyes were practically glued to Yuji’s lips, like all he wanted was his mouth back on them. It was very tempting, but Yuji forced himself to make this point.
“If we’re dating, you should call me Yuji,” he explained.
Fushiguro blinked and then nodded. “And you should call me Megumi.”
Satisfied, Yuji leaned in again, shoving Fushiguro– Megumi against his door. As if being reminded that they were out in the open, Megumi immediately opened it and pulled Yuji inside only to shove him back against the other side of the same door. Yuji pulled him back in, throwing his arms around Megumi’s neck. He tilted his head, tongue running across Megumi’s bottom lip. Megumi got the message and opened his mouth readily, allowing Yuji to taste him. The sound he let out in response to Yuji’s tongue touching his own vibrated through Yuji’s chest, which elicited a whine in response.
“Megumi ,” Yuji gasped as he pulled away for air. He felt Megumi shudder at the use of his given name, but it didn’t stop him from dragging kisses across Yuji’s jaw and down to his neck. Yuji gasped again as Megumi open-mouth kissed his pulse point, teeth just barely touching skin. He gripped the back of Megumi’s shirt, pulling him closer, until–
“Yuji ,” Megumi moaned right into Yuji’s ear as the front of their trousers rubbed together, reminding them both of the growing stiffness they were both trying to ignore. “Yuji can I–?”
Yuji nodded as Megumi repeated the movement with more force and they both let out twin gasps.
Yuji pulled Megumi back up to kiss him, when–
“Well isn’t this interesting,” Sukuna’s gruff voice made the two boys jump apart. “Always sweet to see young love. Or, at least horny teen–”
“Shit, sorry!” Yuji slapped his hand over the mouth that had suddenly appeared on his throat (right where Megumi had kissed him, but he refused to think about that). He closed his eyes and took a deep breath until Sukuna was pulled back to the recesses of his mind.
“I thought you had that figured out now?” Megumi said when he opened his eyes again.
“I do, I just–” Yuji looked away. “I was distracted, and my control slipped.”
“Oh,” Megumi’s blush deepened. “Should we not do that–”
“No! ” Yuji exclaimed more forcefully than he’d meant to. “I mean, I-I want to keep doing… that , but we might just have to go a bit slower.” He scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, that's so embarrassing.”
“Yuji,” Megumi scoffed and stepped forward. “You’re keeping the most powerful sorcerer in jujutsu history contained like it’s nothing, and you slipped up because you were too into kissing me? That’s…kind of hot.”
Yuji snorted out a laugh at that. He’d never expected to hear Megumi call him hot. “Really?”
Megumi stepped closer with a nod. He wrapped his arms around Yuji’s neck until their noses were almost touching. “But maybe I’m biased, because I think everything about you is hot.”
Yuji bit his lip to stop the goofy grin he knew was about to stretch across his face. He wrapped his arms around Megumi’s waist. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Megumi hummed, leaning in to kiss Yuji’s brow, his nose, his cheek, their lips brushing together as he said, “Maybe we should do something about that.”
Yuji pecked his lips quickly before adding, “Slowly, yes?”
Megumi kissed him back.
“Slowly,” he agreed.