itafushi week 2026!

@itafushi-week :3

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but his suggestion comes out rushed—and kind of pathetic. “Meet me in the bathroom? Five minutes?” Yuuji didn’t realize he was serious until the words were out of his mouth. It’s probably the dumbest idea he’s had in relation to their little secret, and they’ve had plenty of close calls over the past year—mostly Yuuji’s fault. He expects Megumi to shut it down instantly, maybe even laugh in his face, make a comment about how the train ride isn’t that long, but instead he looks like he’s actually considering it. In not his proudest attempt at seduction, he slides his hand further along Megumi’s torso, the lower plane of his stomach exposed to the night air just so Yuuji can grip his waist firmly. He rocks his hips forward again, moving Megumi’s body with his own. Maybe a bit more manipulation than seduction. Yuuji risks it and sucks the skin over Megumi’s pulse point. The response is immediate and sharp, chipped nails digging into his bicep. “Fushi…”

wip wednesday for @itafushi-week 2026! combining two prompts for this (confession/soulmates)!

re: my year-long fixation on yuuji loving random piercings. thirstier content to come.

another Wednesday another @itafushi-week wip

hey fushiguro, are you gonna do anything about your feelings flaring up more than normal after the weird painting incident, or just shove everything away like normal? oh... good luck then...

happy first wip wednesday of pride month! finally inspired to work on my fics for @itafushi-week, cursed to go to work instead 😣

@itafushi-week

hello itafushi nation, happy pride month!! i love all of you, and i hope you have an incredible june <3 whether you're out irl or just in your tumblr bubble, i hope you have a month full of joy and love. know that no matter what anyone says, you're all wonderful and beautiful, and you deserve to be loved for who you are!! stay safe, and see you all for itafushi week <3

Anyways his stupid ginormous bisexual sunglasses for @itafushi-week’s wip Wednesday. Posting something early in case I forget to do so tomorrow bc I’ll be conked out

Megumi pulls the cigarette from his mouth and carefully offers it to Yuuji. He doesn’t usually smoke, typically only when he’s drunk or stressed. Tonight neither is true, but he takes it anyway. He watches as Yuuji takes his first drag, focusing on the hollow of his cheeks, the way his fingers curl around the filter, the slight frown on his lips as he blows the smoke away from them. “Have I ever told you,” he starts, “that you buy the same brand my Gramps used to?” Megumi looks down at the nearly empty pack on the table with an ache in his chest. He bears Yuuji’s loss as his own, wishing with each piece of revealed information that he could’ve met the man who shaped Yuuji into what he is now. “The smell is nostalgic.” Yuuji sighs, finally turning his head in Megumi’s direction so he can hand the cigarette back. Something sad works behind his eyes, a bittersweet tint to the smile and flush on his cheeks. “It’s why I always follow you outside.” Is that the only reason? Megumi wants to ask. A stupid question, a complete spilling of his heart that he doesn’t have the strength to make Yuuji clean up. Instead, he hums, lifting the cigarette again.

Another WIP Wednesday down as we near @itafushi-week! I have been sick and therefore made very little progress in the last week =)