illumi

something I drew while I was battling a fever

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The most important thing in a relationship is mutual understanding 🤝

playing with each others hairs and clothing.... kissing homies goodnight.... u know... the bro stuff.......

yuri tddk sleepover

Fic: I Know the End by 3sopogirl on Ao3 It’s a slow-burn, canon-compliant romance told from Itadori’s POV—basically, Yuji thirsting over Megumi Fushiguro while trying (and failing) to keep it subtle.

Megumi glanced at him—one of those looks he gave when something weighed on his mind but couldn’t quite make it to his lips. “Go ahead, then. What am I thinking?”

(...)

“That I’m the worst friend in the world,” Yuji said, turning back to Megumi. His eyes searched for confirmation of the thought he’d already had about himself.

“You’re painfully oblivious,” Megumi said, rubbing his tired eyes.

If they were throwing daggers at each other, then:

“Yeah? And you run away from every conversation.”

Megumi surged forward, his shoulders slumped and his steps uneven—nothing like his usual self.

Yuji hurried after him. “And there it is!“

Then, Megumi stopped. Yuji took a few more steps before realizing he was alone and turned back to find him standing still.

Their eyes met.

“I like you, Yuji,” Megumi said.

His eyes flickered between Yuji’s, as if searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t asked.Yuji’s mind knew Megumi didn’t mean it like that. But his foolish heart didn’t—and it skipped excitedly.

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“I’ve never felt more alive,” Nobara said, her voice cutting through the silence. “Maybe I’ll stay here. Maybe I won’t go back.”

Megumi, who had been silent for most of the day, said, “We should come for Halloween. It’s Yuji here in Shibuya.”

Yuji froze, blinking. Had he heard that right? Beside him, Nobara looked just as baffled, her expression practically screaming, What the fuck did you just say?

“Huge,” Megumi corrected quickly, his face reddening. “I meant huge.”

When Yuji finally found the courage to glance at him, Megumi’s wide eyes were fixed on the floor. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Megumi look more embarrassed in his life.

Guess Megumi liked the way his name rolled off his tongue too, huh?

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The walk back to the hotel was quiet, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

For Yuji, that meant fixating on Megumi’s slip of the tongue. Which, naturally, spiraled into thoughts about Megumi’s tongue itself, and… oh god, he was obsessed with it.

Stupid tongue he hadn’t even seen. Not that seeing it really mattered. He didn’t care about seeing it as much as he wanted to feel it. But where? Oh, this was a fun game. Stupid, sure, but fun. Where did Yuji want to feel Megumi’s tongue?