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“Gojo gives us too much work,”
Yuji was trailing after Megumi, his shoulders and body drooped over like the expression on his face and his light pink hair ruffled and sticking out. Megumi strutted faster with his head held high and a bored expression on his face as he heard Yuji whining.
“If you hurry, we can get into the bathhouses, clean ourselves and feel much more refreshed,” Megumi explained.
Yuji groaned.
Megumi smirked, he knew Yuji wasn’t actually tired; his performance and longevity in battles with cursed spirits seemed endless – there was no way he was genuinely tired after mere training. He knew it was just a silly excuse to whine and flirt.
Yuji’s hands found Megumi’s shoulders, pushing his arms forward in a hope that he would be able to be dragged along and carried for the remainder of the walk.
“What are you doing?”
Megumi responded to the clatter of Yuji’s shoes against the concrete tiling and the slow slipping of his arms away from his shoulders, this was so comical that he slipped a smile. Giving in, Megumi grabbed him by the waist and slung him over his own shoulder, with Yuji facing backwards and being secured by Megumi's strong arm around the back of his thighs.
“Thanks, Megumi! This is so much better,” Yuji smiled.
Megumi continued to walk strongly along a winding mix of concrete and wooden path carrying Yuji over his shoulder, yapping aimlessly about how they were supposedly over-trained with all the boring stuff in today’s session. However, Megumi’s mind drifted to the feeling of satisfaction and lightness knowing he was carrying Yuji Itadori over his shoulder right now.
He was settling on how he felt about Yuji. He was his best friend, always working together on missions and training during the day, and after they would settle back into their dorms. Their rooms were next to each other, so they always spent so much time together, laying on each other's beds chatting, playing games, getting each other mad and tackling each other. Even though Megumi wouldn’t let anyone else enter his room, after some particularly long, tiring days Yuji would just come into Megumi’s room and pass out cold on his bed.
On days like those, Megumi would always drape a blanket over Yuji, try to squeeze into the remaining space and watch him in his peaceful slumber in an almost protective manner. He would analyse his features, his body, think about what kind of dreams he would be having at that moment, in a moment like that everything slowed down and became tranquil for Megumi. Seeing Yuji retire his usual energetic puppy-dog persona down for the day to rest conflicted Megumi in terms of satisfaction. He loved the energy and brightness that Yuji brought into any room, the loudness and the joy was infectious, Megumi’s heart beating just that little bit faster and feeling the flush when Yuji gets a little touchy or extra kind to him, yet simultaneously feeling calm and at peace seeing him rest. What was this feeling?
Getting caught up in his own thoughts, the pair had already arrived at the bathhouse, Yuji leaping off Megumi’s shoulder and sprinting to the showers so he could hop into the baths as quickly as possible. Megumi followed suit, smiling a little bit hearing Yuji call his name over.
***
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,”
Yuji slipped off the towel around his waist, slipping into the warm water with a moan of satisfaction.
“Come! Hurry Megumi, enjoy it with me!”
Megumi let his grip of his towel go slowly, he could see out of his peripheral vision Yuji eyeing him as he did this, blood rushing to Megumi’s face in nervousness appearing flustered. Letting the towel drop completely, he stepped into the warm water and submerged himself in it. It was like an instant massage, each of his muscles relaxing, his body felt like it was being hugged. He let his vision go for a moment, focusing and savouring the sensation, the sound of the water bubbling, the scent of-
“You have a nice body,”
That was random. Megumi’s eyes snapped open to face Yuji looking at him a little clueless like a puppy with a simultaneous look of admiration on his face. The flush was coming back and it definitely wasn’t from the heat of the water.
“Really? Thank you, Itadori,”
“That’s not the only thing that's nice about you though,”
Megumi paused and listened with a little more intent. This seemed kind of out of the blue, why is Yuji saying this?
“That’s really nice of you, go ahead and elaborate,”
Yuji waded towards him, settling right in front of Megumi. He thought for a moment and with a smile he said,
“You’re kind, you have a good heart, and it started the day we met. You showed care and regard for me and saw me as another person, which allowed you to come to the decision that I shouldn’t be exorcised because I’m Sukuna’s vessel, many others wouldn’t have done what you did. Since then around the school, you’ve been so helpful and respectful to our teachers and other students, for me you’ve become not just my roommate and my best friend,”
Yuji paused, meeting his soft gaze. He could feel the tension between them, his throat suddenly felt tight, his head storming in a whirl of weighing decisions and his heart pumping fast.
“I really like you, Megumi,”
Megumi’s eyes widened. The tension felt like a string that was pulled even tighter, Yuji’s heart was going to explode with pressure from this moment.
“I like you too, Yuji,”
The string loosened. Megumi had rarely ever used Itadori’s first name. The two boys moved closer together, not breaking the gaze. Time seemed to slow and all of Yuji’s senses seemed to be amplified. The glistening droplets of water on Megumi’s body, how the light made his skin glow and illuminated his eyes, his dark, messy hair was damp and splayed all over. He was just perfect at this moment. Megumi placed a gentle hand on Yuji’s arm, slowly moving up, caressing and feeling every muscle with his fingertips, their faces inching closer to each other. His hand continued up, settling on Yuji’s neck, pulling him closer slowly. Both their heads tilted to the sides.
Their lips met.
It was gentle and warm, the feeling of longing and satisfaction flowed through both of their hearts. The sensation of Yuji’s lips was so sweet and pure, nothing could feel more right than this.
“That was so perfect,”
Megumi had never felt anything like it. He truly underestimated where things could go with Yuji, or even if they could go at all. All his focus and attention was on the boy he was holding and kissing tenderly right now, Yuji Itadori. Nothing had ever felt as pure and emotionally-charged as this moment. A simple gentle kiss seemed so small compared to the feelings that grew from it.
“Nothing will ever live up to what I just felt with you, Yuji,”
“Nothing had ever felt so right,”