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“Bye Yuji, I’m going to pick up our food. Love you!” you looked down at your screen that was notifying that your guy’s food will be out in 7 minutes. By the time you get there it should be ready for pick up, might as well leave now.
“Okay, love you!” Yuji's eyes are glued to the tv screen, paying attention to whatever game he's playing. Fortnite ? Maybe Roblox? As you land your hand on his bedroom doorknob to leave he calls out your name.
“Wait! Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Fuck.
You bit your lip, staring at the door, trying to come up with an excuse for leaving abruptly. Hurry up! Think! Think!
“Oh, yeah! The keys. Gosh Yuji, I'm spending too much time with you, I'm turning into you.” You turned around, searching for the keys.
He leans his head back against the back of the chair, no longer paying attention to the game. “No, my kiss…?” He stretches out the last word, raising his eyebrow quizzically, looking at you from upside down.
You paused and stared at him with a confused look, jumping with sudden realization. “Oh! Yeah.” You walked towards him. You bent down a little to give him a quick peck, before pulling away to see a sad pout on his face.
“No, give me an actual kiss.” He complains, with a slight whiny undertone.
“Okay I have to go.” You ran the back of your hand across your lips, nervously gazing back at the door, trying to flee the scene.
“Stop, don't do that.” His voice suddenly drops and becomes serious. The difference in his voice snapped your attention to him.
He kisses you again. This time he made sure it wasn’t as sloppy as the last one, so you didn’t have to wipe it away. As you raised your arm to wipe away his kiss, he immediately threw the controller on the table and got up.
“Did I do something wrong?” He furrows his eyebrows. He is now in front of you, towering over you.
“Please tell me.” his anger is gone now replaced with a heartbroken look on him. His eyes are begging for an answer.
“Why are you wiping my kisses away?” He asks weakly.
You were crushed inside you had to call it off.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Yuji, it was a prank!” You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Oh my god, you’re killing me.” His tense posture melts and pulls you closer, nuzzling against your neck.
“I’m so sorry.” You kissed the top of his hair.
He lets out a soft groan, “I’m coming with you now.” He grumbles.
“That’s fair.” You let out a small laugh.
“Also I’m not paying you back.” He adds. You felt him smiling against your neck.
bestfriend!yuji who thinks that he has no chance with you (he definitely does)
fluff
it was getting entirely out of hand, to the point where megumi’s left eye had developed a microscopic, rhythmic twitch whenever all of you were in the same room.
there was a distinct difference between being a good friend and whatever it was that yuji was doing. yuji wasn’t operating on normal human frequencies anymore; he was a highly concentrated wave of devotion that required him to subconsciously monitor your exact coordinates, comfort levels, and nutritional needs at all times. the truly agonizing part of this whole situation was that yuji honestly, genuinely believed he was pining from a tragic, unrequited distance.
“man,” yuji sighed, his chin resting heavily on his arms as he slumped over the small wooden table in the break room. he looked like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain, despite the fact that he was perfectly dry and had eaten three bowls of rice an hour ago. “i just... i don’t know how guys like gojo-sensei do it. how do you even get someone like that to notice you? she’s so cool. fushiguro, be honest, do you think she likes guys who can cook? i could learn how to bake those fancy little french pastries. the ones with the layers. do you think she’d like that?”
megumi didn’t look up from his book. he simply turned the page, his knuckles whitening slightly against the paper. “itadori. you made her bento this morning. it was shaped like a bear.”
“that was just a nutritional baseline!” yuji defended instantly, sitting up with a look of pure, desperate longing in his eyes. “a person needs a balanced breakfast! that doesn’t mean she wants to hold my hand during a movie! i’m practically invisible to her, man. i’m just the guy who hangs around and breathes her oxygen. if i asked her out, she’d probably laugh and think i was pulling a prank. my heart would literally disintegrate into ash. like a cursed spirit, fushiguro. gone.”
megumi finally closed his book with a soft, ominous thud. he stared at his friend, trying to calculate how much brain damage yuji had sustained in his life to arrive at this specific level of dense. “yesterday, she said she was slightly warm, and you constructed a makeshift fan out of cardboard within four seconds. you didn’t even use cursed energy. you just moved your hands really fast.”
“that’s just basic manners!”
“you carried her up three flights of stairs because her shoelaces were untied and you didn’t want her to trip,” megumi countered, his voice dangerously level.
“the stairs were slippery!” yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands. “you don’t get it. she’s like... a masterpiece. and i’m just a guy who knows how to do a kickflip. i have no chance. zero. negative numbers.”
before megumi could commit a felony, the sliding door opened, and you walked in alongside nobara. the second your shoes crossed the threshold, yuji’s entire posture changed. it was an instantaneous shift; his spine straightened, his ears practically perked up, and his eyes locked onto you with a degree of focus usually reserved for high-stakes exorcisms.
“hey,” you said, offering a small, tired smile as you dropped into the empty chair next to yuji. “the training grounds are freezing today. i think the wind is coming straight from the mountains.”
yuji didn’t say a word. he didn’t even look at his own hands as they moved with the practiced efficiency of a surgeon. within three seconds, he had took off his oversized, fleece-lined red hoodie, shrugged it off himself, and gently helped you put it on. he tucked the soft fabric around you, his fingers lingering for just a fraction of a second against your collarbone to make sure the chill was sealed out, before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his uniform pockets.
“thanks,” you mumbled, instantly buried in his warmth and the faint, comforting scent of laundry detergent and whatever body wash he used. you pulled the sleeves over your hands, sinking into the collar.
“yeah, of course,” yuji said, his voice dropping into a soft, casual register that completely contradicted the fact that his internal organs were currently performing backflips. “can’t have you catching a cold. you’ve got that exam tomorrow, right? need your brain working at a hundred percent.”
nobara paused, her hand hovering over the back of a chair as she watched this sequence of events play out. she looked at yuji, then at you buried in his giant hoodie, then over at megumi, whose jaw was clenched so tightly he looked like a gargoyle.
“hey, yuji,” you said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a slightly bruised mandarin orange you’d grabbed from the cafeteria. “do you have a knife? the skin on this one is really thick.”
“i got it,” he said immediately.
he took the orange from your hand. yuji didn’t use a knife. he used his thumbs, peeling the rind away in one seamless, removing the little white strings so you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess. his fingers were steady, careful, and incredibly gentle as he split the fruit into perfect, individual segments. he laid them out neatly on a clean napkin he’d pulled from literally nowhere, pushing the finished product toward you with a small, encouraging nod.
“there you go. the sweet ones are usually the smaller pieces,” he murmured, his eyes tracking your expression to ensure you were satisfied.
“you’re a lifesaver,” you said, popping a segment into your mouth.
yuji’s face remained entirely neutral, but megumi could see the way the boy’s legs were practically vibrating under the table from the sheer rush of being praised. it was pathetic. it was magnificent. it was driving megumi to the brink of insanity.
“so,” nobara started, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. her eyes narrowed as she watched yuji reach over, pick up your heavy leather canvas bag from the floor, and settle it comfortably over his own knee so it wouldn’t get dirty. “itadori. can i ask you a question?”
“hmm?” yuji looked up, his hand still resting protectively near your side of the table. “what’s up, kugisaki?”
“what did you do an hour ago?”
“i went to the convenience store down the street,” he said, blinking innocently.
“and what did you buy?”
“oh! i got that specific chocolate drink with the milk and two pumps of vanilla. the one with the extra meringue sprinkled on top.” yuji reached down into his bag and pulled out the plastic cup, which was perfectly chilled, sweating slightly against his palm. he placed it right next to your napkin of oranges, straw already unwrapped and inserted. “here. they finally had the good meringue back in stock.”
you blinked, looking up from your fruit. “wait, really? they told me yesterday they were out until next week.”
“i asked the guy to check the back crates,” yuji said, giving you a bright, close-eyed grin that could have easily powered a small metropolitan area. “told him it was an emergency. he found a whole tin of it.”
megumi made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a dying bird.
nobara stared. she stared at the chocolate drink, then at the peeled oranges, then at the enormous red hoodie currently engulfing your torso. she looked at yuji’s face, which was full of nothing but pure, desperate desire to please you, completely devoid of any realization that he was acting like a husband of ten years.
slowly, with the deliberate precision of a predator stalking its prey, nobara walked around the table. she didn’t say a word until she was standing directly behind yuji. then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of his inner uniform collar, and yanked him backward out of his chair.
“woah! kugisaki—choking! choking!” yuji gasped, his hands flying to his throat as she dragged him a few feet away from the table.
“shut up,” nobara hissed, her voice a terrifying whisper as she pointed a manicured finger directly at you, who was currently taking a sip of the perfectly customized latte. “look at that. look at her.”
“i’m looking!” yuji squeaked, his cheeks flushing a violent, immediate pink. “she looks great! the hoodie suits her, right? do you think i should buy her one for her birthday? or is that too forward? maybe a scarf? a scarf is safer—”
“yuji,” nobara interrupted, her voice dropping into a range that promised physical violence. “what the hell? i thought you guys were dating?”
yuji froze. his entire body went rigid, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his brain completely stalled out, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. “w-what?” he whispered, the syllable popping out of him like a deflating balloon. “dating? us? no! no way! we’re not—i mean, i wish, but no! why would you say that? don’t say that out loud, she’ll hear you and get weirded out and then i’ll have to move to a different country!”
“are you sharing a single brain cell with the curses you fight?” nobara demanded, shaking him by his collar until his pink hair flew in every direction. “you peeled her fruit! you gave her your clothes! you went into the back storage room of a convenience store for a specific topping because she mentioned it once days ago!”
“that’s just being neighborly!” yuji yelled back in a panicked whisper, his hands flailing. “if fushiguro wanted an orange, i’d peel it for him too!”
“if you touch my food, i will sever your fingers,” megumi said from the table, not looking up.
“see? fushiguro’s just picky!” yuji argued, turning back to nobara with a look of absolute, soul-crushing earnestness. “i’m not dating her, kugisaki. i’m just... trying really hard to be a good friend so she keeps letting me sit next to her. if i told her how i actually feel, she’d realize i’m just a big dummy who follows her around like a stray dog.”
nobara let go of his collar so abruptly that yuji stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a soft *thud*. she stared at him, her expression a mix of profound disgust and deep, spiritual exhaustion. “you.. are a medical marvel,” she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i genuinely don’t know how you survive on a daily basis.”
“hey, yuji?” your voice cut through the tension, clear and soft from across the room.
yuji was back at the table before nobara could even blink, his entire demeanor resetting into that attentive, hovering stance. “yeah! what’s up? is the drink bad? is it too sweet? i can go back—”
“no, it’s perfect,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers curling around the warm ceramic of your hands inside his large sleeves. a very real, very noticeable shy smile had crept it’s way to your pretty face. “i was just wondering... if you weren’t busy tonight, maybe you could help me study? and... i don’t know. we could get dinner after? just the two of us?”
yuji stopped. the entire world seemed to drop away around him. his heart gave a massive, violent thud against his ribs, his chest tightening in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with training or stamina. he looked at the shy smile on your face, the way your fingers were twisting the hem of his hoodie, and something in his chest completely melted into puddle of warm, gooey mush. he knew damn well he didn’t know shit about math.
“yeah,” yuji said, his voice softer than usual, a genuine, completely unforced smile breaking across his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing himself to your eye level. “i’d love to. i’ll make sure you pass that test, okay? whatever you want to eat, it’s on me.”
from the corner of the room, nobara let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air as she turned toward the exit. “i can’t do this anymore. fushiguro, we’re leaving before the sheer density of his skull creates a black hole and swallows the school.”
“agreed,” megumi said, already standing up and slipping his book into his pocket, passing yuji with a look that said you owe me your life.
as the door slid shut behind them, yuji didn’t even notice. he was already pulling up another chair, drawing himself right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached out to slide the rest of the oranges closer to your hand.
i like to listen to evergreen and pretend me and Yuji broke up because he fell out of love with me. It got me shaking my head while listening like it actually happen.
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Yuji sits across from you, his eyes covered with a gray blindfold. He pursues his lips. His patience slowly runs thin.
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” He chuckled, with slight annoyance in his tone.
You hesitated, trying to find a good chapstick to start off. You bit your lip, deciding whether to give him a really good or a really terrible one. “Uhh…” you quickly grabbed one and opened the cap.
You coat the cola flavor on your lips, before pressing your lips together. This does not taste anything like cola, looking at the label. You moved on your knees on your bed for more of a comfortable position.
“Aw, this one is difficult” you grabbed Yuji’s shoulder softly, finally reaching for his lips. He doesn’t move surprisingly. When you kiss Yuji he usually responds with double the kisses you give him.
You squint at him, trying to find why he isn’t moving. Oh! He is actually trying to figure out the flavor. You pulled away. He licks his lip, before grabbing you back this time he holds for you a second.
He again licks his lips. His mouth agape for a second. “Cola.” He says. Your eyes widen.
“What the hell, how did you get that right?” He shrugs and smiles.
“I’m pretty competitive when I want to win.” You rolled your eyes.
“I don’t know. You are competing against me,” You shrug, picking up another flavor. This time you went for an absurd one. He laughs, not believing you.
“Exactly! I’m going to win for sure.” He says then tilting his head up waiting for another kiss. You give him a quick kiss, immediately pulling away. He pouts.
“That isn’t fair. Come back!” He says grabbing your shoulders. The kiss is a bit more sloppy. He stops and pulls away. Just staring at you with that stupid blindfold. His nose scrunches.
His nose bumps onto your lips. “Yuji!” You placed your hand on top of his shoulders. He smells your lip. He stops and pulls away.
“I don’t smell anything.” He tilts his head innocently.
“Well, you are supposed to taste it not smell” your sentence was cut off, his lips crashed back to you. A bit more aggressive. His hand holding your jaw in place. His lips looking for the answer.
“Fuck.” He groans softly against your lips, you clasp your thighs together. He pause and thinks.
“What kind of flavor did you get?” He pauses. “Let me taste it again.” He kisses you again. An idea struck his head.
“Wait, wait, wait I think I know!” His posture snaps up straight and perfect. His index finger up.
“It’s cherry flavor,”
“Hot Cheeto.”
“What!” He opens his mouth.
You shook your head and laughed.
“There’s no way,” he said in disbelief.
You placed a hand over your mouth trying to suppress your laughter.
“What kind of chapsticks did you get… freaking weird options. What is next? Booty sweat fart, oh jeez.” He cringed just at the thought of that.
You felt his confidence fade away. Exactly how you wanted it.
Author note. We need more soccer au’s in the Jjk fandom ☹️☹️ especially when the World Cup is happening. I’m doing my fair share right now ☺️☺️
“Hey! My name is Yuji Itadori and I will be reading your guy’s thirst tweets. Let’s get right to it!”
“Can you tell I’m excited, you previously had my teammate Fushiguro. And I watched his version dozens of times. It still kills me how he reacted to those tweets. I’m excited for mines.” He was wearing his soccer uniform just without his cleats. His foot gripping the barstool footrest.
“I have not touched twitter in hope that I wouldn’t ruin the surprise.” He gives the brightest smile as he picks up a paper. His legs spread apart, showing his well tone and muscular legs.
“Yuji itadori is the cutest bean and I would place him in my pocket and keep him inside forever.” He tilts his head slightly, giving out a big grin.
“Can you imagine lil o me?” He gets up a little to sit back down, now more comfortable on the barstool.
“Like being able to fit in somebody’s pocket.” He says, gesturing his two hands close, but not exactly touching to show how small he’s talking.
“Yuji itadori please kiss me.”
“Aw,” he looks and pouts. “This one is cute, unfortunately I think if I only were to kiss you it wouldn’t be fair to the others.” He giggles.
“Come on, these aren’t bad at all! I was expecting horrendous things!” He speaks up, crumbling the paper down onto the small brown table beside him.
The people outside of the camera view laughs.
He looks to the side as he swirls his hand around in the giant cup, trying to select one. He pulls one out and starts reading it aloud.
“If FIFA made a game where instead of playing football they had us playing with Yuji’s balls I would be ranked in every leaderboard.”
The sentence on his tongue slowly dies down as the tweet got worse and worse. His mouth agape for a second. Looking down at the paper and back at the camera.
“Wow!” Looking at the paper again.
“Oh. Oh! That one..” he breathes in his eyes still shot open. “Hm! Oh wow!” He gives out a shy and surprise laugh.
“I think I spoke too soon.” He crumbles the paper faster than usual and places it on the table.
“I don’t think I would like that.” He swallows nervously.
-
“I still want to rub my ass on Yuji.” He immediately swings his face up, covering his eyes, letting genuine laughter.
“Why are they saying this as if they been saying this for years.” His voice slightly cracks.
“Like yeah! I still want to rub my ass against Yuji!”He said in a serious and demanding tone, before breaking character, laughing harsher than before.
He picks up another paper, mentally preparing what’s coming next.
“I want Yuji to kick me like he does to those balls. Nooooo!” He immediately looks at the camera. “No!” He holds up the paper a bit far from his face just examining it.
“I will never do such a thing.” finally placing the paper down.
“Why did you take me as? A psychopath. Do you think I have a demon living inside of me?” He shakes his head.
-
“I need a show of Yuji where all he does is stare at the camera submissively and twitches his big fat muscular thighs every few minutes.”
He laughs shyly. “Wow guys I didn’t know you guys had that much of a big fat crush on me. I’m… flattered?” He places the cup down.
“But no! No show for you guys.” He points at the camera before looking at the cup again, suddenly he snaps his head back to the camera.
“Unless football doesn’t work out for me in a couple years . Then maybe.” He laughs.
-
“Thank you guys for letting me read your tweets. It’s been pleasure. Hopefully all the thirst has been watered l. I would be lying if I didn’t say I get Fushiguro reacted the way he did because you guys are insane!” He grins and laughs.
Wanted a band to play for you. He soon realizes he can’t afford it. Instead he asks his volleyball buddies to help him out. But when he mentions it they are shocked to find out he has a girlfriend.
“You’re actually taken?” Yamaguchi give an amusement look, unsure whether to believe him or not.
“Yeah, dude it’s y/n!” Hinata smiles brightly.
“How did you score Y/n with a physique like that?” Tsukishima snorts.
“Hey! she prefers personality over looks okay?” He argues back.
“Yeah, we can tell.” He gives a snug smile before turning around back to the locker room.
“HEY!”
After some arguing they agreed that they will help him out. A couple days later Hinata texted you to meet him after practice.
You stood there waiting for Hinata to come out. It seems they are having a discussion. Wait, no an argument. What the hell is going on in there? You hear Hinata’s voice and then a bunch of shoes scurrying. Maybe they are in trouble and need to run extra laps. You shrugged and decided to wait a little longer.
You suddenly a hear ding from your phone. A message from Hinata.
‘Meet me inside (⚈∇⚈ )!’
You smiled, and opened the gyms door.
The team was there. Hinata right in the middle with his arms wide open and on one knee. He’s panting for some reason. His teammates are holding down a paper that you are amusing make up a sentence. Before they could hold up the sheets. They got cut off.
“Happy birthday!” Kageyama suddenly shouts out. You paused. His eyes were up to the ceiling. He sounded confident as he said it. Everybody then looked at him and bursted out laughing.
“DUDE ITS NOT HER BIRTHDAY!” Hinata jumped into the air.
“How am I supposed to know?” Kageyama stood there confused.
“Dude I told you, dumbass!” Hinata argues back.
“Who you calling dumbass?” Kageyama holds up the paper to the sky to hit Hinata.
“Wait!” You suddenly spoke up. You didn’t want the paper to get ruined. Hinata looks at you his hands shielding his head. Before standing up.
“Guys just like we practiced!” He had a smirk on his face.
One by one his teammates held up a paper that made up a sentence. His other teammates holding up gifts. The other players watched in the back. This took you by surprise.
Hinata smiles proudly as he raises his arm to the sky and gets on his knee showing off the message.
“You will go to prom with me?” You snort, grasping your chin.
“What?” He said.
“You will go to prom with me?”
You repeated a bit louder again, biting your lip from laughing out loud.
He suddenly snaps back to see yamaguchi and kageyama are im different positions forming the sentence ‘you will go to prom with me!’
“GUYS!” He whines.
He suddenly pushed Yamaguchi first in the line and Kageyama second in line. Before going in the middle and getting on one knee. “S-so?” He smiles awkwardly.
“I don’t think I have a choice, Shoyo.” You bit your lip harder.
“What?” His smile disappears. You walked towards him and made him stand up. You placed a small kiss on his cheek. “ I will go to prom with you.” He sighs, and places his head on your neck.
“Thank god.” He breath out.
“Yeah! Hinata!” Tanaka shouts.
“Alright, Shoyo!” Nishoniya cheered.
“Can’t believe she actually exists.” Daichi states, holding a big teddy bear.
“Yeah me too.” Sugawara replied, holding your bouquet from Hinata, slightly shaking his head.
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summary: Megumi comes to your dorm annoyed from the two idiots he is stuck with, and wants to relive stress with his girlfriend, but you’re not giving it to him right away. After he finally gets what he wants he is interrupted by the very two people he was avoiding.
Cw: just making out :P
You sat on the side of your bed comfortably, swiping on your phone mindlessly, the other holding a pair of chopstick, trying to snag the last piece of tofu sushi. Your eyes were unable to get off the screen, the chopsticks weight drastically felt lighter.
You look down to realize the sushi fell on top of your bed. You pinched it and placed it a top of the plastic, swiping the bits of rice off your bed. The door clicks open, “You’re here early.” You tilt your head in amusement. Megumi’s barely in the room, looking down and kinda pissed off.
“Yeah, well I just want to spend time with my girlfriend.” He huffs as he closes the door. You rose an eyebrow with a smug smirk. “With my girlfriend? Oh, well that’s one thing I never thought you would say aloud.” You shook your head slightly, still smiling.
“Oh, shut up.” He sits down next to you. Your eyes drifts back to the screen finally picking up the last sushi and placing it inside your mouth. The faintly sweetness in your mouth earned a small satisfy hum from you. Suddenly something smooth slides in against your tongue, slightly brushing the back of your teeth. You let out a muffled moan almost like a yelp.
You crawled back closer to the headboard as Megumi becomes needier, his chest now up against yours. You squeeze your eyes shut. The back of your head slightly bumps the wooden board. You felt the familiar softness of your pillows lift you up perfectly for Megumi. You heard a sudden plastic being crunched followed by a small thud.
His mouth was so fucking warm, your heart is running laps. He pulls away, a string of saliva still attached connecting to each other lips. You opened your eyes to see him. His eyes half closed, just for him to come back and to kiss you deeper. He groans, and you swear for second it sounded like he whined. His hand scurries to find the phone that was still on and had that annoying audio on loop, when he feels the grip of it he tosses it towards the back of the room, placing his hand right back on your hip.
“My.. my phone?” You pulled away, leaving Megumi’s lips to part softly, letting a small breath to escape.
“I can buy you a new one,” he whispered, his tone soft and almost breathless. His eyes dropped to that was hand occupied on your hip, his eyes followed his hand as he moves up onto your neck. giving it a light squeeze, before softly kissing it.
“What has gotten into you?” You whined, “Miss me that much?” you chuckled, looking down at his spiky hair, still pressing soft wet kisses against your neck.
He pulls away and rests his chin on your chest, a sulk expression plastered on his face. He huffs, “All day I had to deal with these two obnoxious idiots, Kugisaki was too much than usual and you know how Itadori is when he is paired up with her.”
“When I’m around you I don’t have a burden on my shoulder, but you’re too busy on your damn phone to give your boyfriend any attention.” He furrows his brow, his tone harsher. His hands now holding up himself up to get closer to your face. His lips were a bit red and swollen.
As you were going to open your mouth to respond, his hand immediately clasp it. “Now shut up and let me continue,” his voice hoarse. He brings his finger towards your wrist and grips it softly.
This time he was gentler, it was almost painful. Soft and warm. Almost like the kiss wasn’t there. You stared at him with heavy eyelids, his eyes were closed still pressing unhurried kisses. You fluttered your eyes shut. Maybe this karma for not being compliant earlier. The door clicks abruptly.
Megumi widen eyes was the first thing you saw, soon you turned your head to the side to see Kugisaki on her phone busy scrolling.
“Hey, Y/n I haven’t seen Fushiguro tell him that Itadori and I-“ her eyes lift up from her phone, her mouth formed a small o shape as she realizes that Megumi was on top of you, his hands gripping both of your wrist. You felt his grip get tighter. Her face seemed to be calm? Too calm.
Her eyes widen slowly.
Ah there it is.
“Ew! Gross you two!” She yells. Itadori strolls in, his hands in his pocket, his lips are puckered as a result of a habit he does when he’s bored out of his mind. His eyes popped open as he stops at the room Kugisaki was yelling at, finally figuring out why.
“Dude!” Megumi still facing the two. “Close the door!” He yells.
“Get a roo- lock the door!” Her yelling grew quieter as her usual confident attitude wears down. Itadori quickly holds the door handle, his lips still puckered as he closes the door comically slow, a loud creak from the door fills the tense and awkward atmosphere. The door clicks indicating that it was closed. For a split second it was pure silence. Kugisaki mumbles what seems like scowling and cursing. You could still hear her incoherent rants as she stomps down the hallway.
Megumi’s eyes was still facing the door. He’s let out a deep huff before crashing on top of your body. Unable to hold his body up anymore not because he’s weak, but because he’s tired of their bullshit. He immediately wraps his arm around your waist. His nose nuzzled against up your neck. Your fingers ran down his scalp, giggling to yourself.
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