I see forever in your eyes

he sits up, fixing you with an amused look. “where is my credit card, by the way?”

“tsumiki! megumi!” you call, very pointedly ignoring his question. “come get your things, please.” tsumiki comes right away, skipping into the room, taking her dress. “i’ll help you with your hair once i’m done here.”

megumi comes in a few moments later, grumbling. “do i have to go?” 

“if i have to go, so do you,” gojo tells him, handing him his clothes and ruffling the boy’s hair. you roll your eyes when he nods his head toward you. “and because the boss said so.”

“well, the boss needs you both to get ready, because we’re leaving in half an hour.” 

_____

the gym is exactly how you’d pictured it would be. streamers in the school colours, balloons dotting the floors and clumped near the refreshment table. colourful and fun lighting streaks through the darkness, and of course, no middle school dance would be complete without an ipod hooked up to a mediocre sound system.

“have fun you guys, but not too much fun. i’d hate to have to…uh, arrest you on a night like tonight.”

“you’re a chaperone, not a cop,” you remind him, lightly digging your elbow into his ribs as the kids head off to meet up with their friends. 

“what’s the difference?”

you laugh at that, but when you notice he isn’t join, you glance up to see a genuinely confused expression on his face. “haven’t you been to a dance before?”

he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “i was homeschooled until i went to jujutsu tech.” 

you can’t help but frown at that, looping your arm through his and pressing yourself into his side. 

“oh, come on,” he laughs, shaking his head. “you’re not really sad about that, are you?” 

“a little!” you admit, pouting. “awkward middle school dances are an essential coming-of-age experience!”

“is that why you were pushing so hard for them to go?” he asks.

“i want them to experience as much as they can while they’re still young,” you say, smiling as you watch tsumiki show off her dress to a group of her friends. “they’re good kids. they deserve it.”

“well, when you put it like that…” your boyfriend is oddly silent as he watches the kids, the small beginnings of a smile curling on his lips. 

the two of you move on to check in with the pta, who assign you with dance floor supervision for the night. upon getting your assignments, a lot of other parents seem interested in supervising the dance floor too. 

it doesn’t take you long to realize why. 

satoru is popular with the pta moms. you can’t really blame them, because you’ve long been smitten with his boyish charm. he preens at their attention, flashing them handsome grins and winks with his pretty blue eyes. 

but you’re feeling a little possessive tonight. 

“come on,” you whisper, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door. 

“where are we going?” he asks, confused as you lead him through the school.

“sneaking away during school dances is always the best part.” 

“to do what?”

he doesn’t question it again when you press him up against a library bookshelf, your lips trailing up the column of his neck and across his jaw before finally meeting his own.

he reciprocates immediately, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. his kiss is sweet and slow, as if he’s cherishing it. you sigh contentedly and melt into it, your hands tangling through his hair—

“gross.”

you spring apart, heads whipping to the side to see megumi sitting at one of the library tables. 

“megumi? what are you doing here?”

he holds up a book in answer. “‘s too loud to read in the gym. what were you guys doing?” 

“nothing,” you say quickly, heat pinprickimg at the back of your neck.

“making out,” your boyfriend quips at the same time. 

“you guys are gross,” the kid says again. 

“and you’re not here to read,” gojo chuckles, straightening the collar of his shirt. “come on, let’s head back.”

megumi groans loudly but complies, satoru swinging your interlocked hands as you follow him back to the gym. 

_____

“did you request this?” satoru asks as a familiar piano opening fills the gymnasium. “this song is old, babe. these kids weren’t even alive when this song came out.”

“i know. but it’s still very romantic,” you shrug, holding a hand out to him. “satoru? would you like to dance?”

it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but he takes your hand nonetheless, letting you guide him to an open spot on the dance floor. you place his hand on your waist, loosely cupping the other in your own as you sway to the music. he starts off a little stiff and hesitant, but eventually he relaxes into it.

“thanks for making me do this.”

your brows raise slightly. “finally admitting you’re having fun?” 

“everything’s fun when the four of us do it together,” he admits, a cute blush dusting his cheeks. 

you share multiple dances with the kids too, jumping around to upbeat pop songs and the occasional slow song. (he and tsumiki waltz circles around you and megumi, but that’s okay). there’s so much laughter and joy packed into those three hours that you’re sure it’s one of the best nights of your life.

“so what d’ya wanna do then?” nobara huffs, frustrated.

“you just said no to every single restaurant i recommended. why don’t you choose?” yuji whines.

nobara crosses her arms. “i’m not choosing because you’re gonna say no.”

“that’s not true,” yuji deflects, furrowing his brows. “i just told you, i don’t care where we eat.”

“i’m gonna head back,” megumi says, clearing his throat. “i’ve got a mission tomorrow and i wanna get some sleep.”

it’s an obvious excuse, at least to you. megumi isn’t lying, though; he has to visit a train station tomorrow to get rid of a nasty curse that’d been formed from an accident. it’s overgrown and estimated to at least be a grade 1 curse, so megumi is being sent by himself because gojo trusts that he can handle it smoothly. megumi is a grade 1 sorcerer, after all, and lately gojo has been trying to get him reevaluated as a special grade.

“you guys have fun,” you announce shortly after megumi trudges away. “i’m gonna go finish my book before my sparring session with maki.”

“whatttt?!” nobara groans. “maki said she was gonna hang with me! someone isn’t telling the truth and i know it’s you!”

you cringe, knowing you’ve been caught in your lie. “oh, that’s right. the session is tomorrow.”

“if you or megumi aren’t going then i won’t go either!” yuji pouts.

“what was the point of us walking all the way out here?” nobara smacks him on the back of his head. “whatever! i’m going to find maki. maybe she’ll wanna eat with me.”

“the third years aren’t gonna hang with you, loser,” yuji says, sticking his tongue out at her.

nobara responds by flicking him off over her shoulder. she’s already long gone by the time you and yuji bid your goodbyes. you take your time on the way back to your dorm, shuffling your feet against the pavement as slowly as you can. the last thing you want is to catch up to yuji on your way to the boys’ dormitory.

you take a quick look around once you start to get close to megumi’s dorm. the sun beams down at you and you begin to sweat nervously. you’ve done this plenty of times before, but it still makes your nerves jitter.

the coast is clear. the bushes don’t seem to be hiding anyone. there doesn’t seem to be a person hiding behind any corners. you make a run for it, nimbly skipping toward the boys’ dormitories. you make a beeline for megumi’s door, which is the furthest one at the end of the hall. yuji’s dorm is across from his, so you make sure your footsteps aren’t too loud. you tap on the doorframe four times, a signal you’d unknowingly came up with in the weeks you and megumi have snuck into each other’s rooms.

megumi swings the door open, his face brightening as he pulls you in. he wastes no time in burying himself into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent.

“god, i was hoping they’d leave without us back there,” he sighs into your neck. “it took you so long to shake ‘em off.”

your lips stretch into a pretty grin, and megumi nearly melts at the sight. you ruffle his hair and press a kiss onto his redden cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

megumi would’ve cringed had it been any other couple, but it’s you and him, and all the sweet words you two whisper make him adore the cheesiness of the relationship. he takes you by the hand and nearly crushes you as he lays the both of you down.

napping together is a common occurrence for the two of you. it’s not like you can waltz out with your fingers interlocked because gojo would make fun of you both for the rest of your lives. dating as a jujutsu sorcerer is hard enough, and you two would rather not add him into the mix.

“are you sleepy?” you ask softly. you’re trapped in between his toned arms, your face pressing into his firm chest.

he hums. “you mind?”

“not at all,” you say with a small laugh. “but you gotta get up before dinner, ‘kay?”

you feel him nod. “yeah, just wake me up.”

“‘kay.”

the silence is comfortable, as if you’ve known him for longer than you actually have. he lets himself go when he’s around you, and that fact makes you more prideful than it should. there’s something about megumi fushiguro allowing you to see his vulnerable side that makes you feel all the more important. the boy never, ever removes the scowl off his face unless he’s with you.

“need to take off my clothes,” you complain. “i’m all sweaty from today. gojo sensei had me run a few laps ‘cause nobara snitched about me returning to my room late.”

the corner of megumi’s mouth lifts. “that’s why i told you to leave before sunset. see what happens when you don’t listen?”

you shove his shoulder and unseal yourself from his hold, giving him a glare. “you were the one asking me to stay, you idiot. now give me a shirt.”

he pretends to be annoyed, mumbling something under his breath as he reaches for a shirt hung on the end of his headboard.

“a clean one.” you give him a pointed look.

“i thought you liked my smell?” he looks at you through his lashes.

“your smell, megumi, not your sweat,” you deadpan.

he lets out a laugh and it sounds like music to your ears. perhaps this is what the world means when they say love makes you a different person.

he obliges and walks to his drawer. megumi is changed himself: loose sweatpants hanging on his waist lowly. he has on a white t-shirt and the necklace you had gifted him a week prior. megumi hands you one of his sweaters, which is oversized, but it’s the best he can do. you’d rather not go back to your dorm to change.

megumi turns around so that you can change. he’s awkward and beet red, scratching his head in a moment of tenseness. you slip on his sweater and you’re immediately engulfed in his warm scent. the fabric nearly drowns you as you take off your pants.

“do you have any shorts?” you ask, scanning the room.

megumi’s back is still turned to you. “you took those ones back to your room, remember? did you bring them?”

you shake your head, but then remember that he can’t see you. you duck your head in embarrassment, laughing lightly. “nah, but it’s fine. the shirt’s basically a dress anyway.”

megumi hears the sheets rustle and makes a bold assumption to turn around. he’s met with you sprawled out on the bed, patting the empty space next to you as a wordless invitation.

his eyes crinkle when he grins, which is not something you see everyday. you savor the moment and engrave it into your memory. it’ll make you giddy when you remember it tonight as you get ready for bed.

“love you,” you whisper, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. you feel his fingers caress your arm in loving patterns.

megumi pauses for a split second, but it’s long enough for you to notice. he still has a hard time using his words, but you’re in no rush to change that part of him.

“i love you, too,” he replies in a small voice.

“when did you get so corny?” you tease, your eyes fluttering shut.

“you’re being irritating,” he says. you can tell just from the way he puffs out a little breath that he’s rolling his eyes in distaste. “it’s your fault for making me all gross and corny. yuji would never stop making fun of me if he saw us right now.”

“megumi!” a knock interrupts him. it’s yuji, who calls from outside the door. “gojo-sensei needs us real quick! read your damn text messages for once!”

megumi freezes and your head perks up. your eyes are wide with fear and slight amusement. this has never happened before. megumi presses a finger to your lips, shushing you, before he yells out an irritated, “what does he want?”

“he says we gotta go see him in his office! check your phone.” yuji’s voice is muffled. he bangs on the door once more.

your breathing is shallow. there’s a sort of excitement in the air at the thought of possibly being caught, but the anxiety of it all overpasses that. you refuse to move, afraid that the loud sheets will give it away to yuji that you’re in the same bed as megumi.

“is the door locked?” you whisper lowly.

megumi’s eyes narrow. “i… i think so. i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?”

“i was excited to see you… i’m not—i don’t remember locking it.”

“i’m sure you did,” you convince yourself out loud, “you always do.”

“and tell y/n that she’s gotta come out too!” nobara’s voice rings out.

you feel your body grow hot in humiliation.

once you’re all in gojo’s office, the white-haired man gives you and megumi a hard stare. he has a lazy smirk plastered on his face, his blindfold pushed down on his neck solely so that he can show off the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“let me make one thing clear,” gojo begins, “no boys in the girls’ dorms.”

yuji scrunches his nose.

“and no girls in the boys’ dorms. we all know this already, don’t we?”

“duh. is that all?” nobara says, shifting her weight on to her left leg. she looks amused.

“y/n,” gojo says, causing your eyes to flicker up at him, “run 30 laps. you’ve broken the rules.”

your jaw drops open. it had been embarrassing enough to quickly throw on your pants and rush out of megumi’s room with nobara and yuji’s smug faces trailing behind you.

“no buts,” he adds when he notices your apprehension.

you frown.

“i’ll take half,” megumi mutters, the annoyance leaking into his tone. “she’ll do 15 and i’ll do 15. we both broke the rules, so punish us fairly.”

gojo’s smirk widens. “i wasn’t finished, fushiguro. you’re gonna run 30 as well… but i guess it’s 45 now? isn’t that sweet of you? protecting your girl~”

“gojo-sensei… y/n is wearing megumi’s shirt…” yuji pretends to gag. “we all know what that—”

megumi shoots a glare at him. if eyes could kill, yuji would be six feet under. “don’t be fucking gross, yuji. it’s not like that.”

you tug at his t-shirt, eyes averting gojo’s. megumi’s behavior is only going to punish the two of you more. the whole situation is already making you want to curl up into a ball and die, and you want it to be over with already.

“oh my god, you’re right, yuji. that’s…. that’s very scandalous.” nobara brings a hand to cover her opened mouth.

“don’t piss me off,” megumi threatens. “it’s not anything like what you two are thinking. don’t be weird about it.”

gojo opens his mouth to speak, but megumi is quicker. he drags you out of the office and the two of you make it to the track field. the red of the field matches the red in megumi’s face. it’s ridiculously hilarious now that you’re really looking at it.

“let’s run our laps. 15 for you, 45 for me.”

you giggle and pull him in for a kiss. “thank you, megumi, but i can handle 30 just fine. we just have to get better at sneaking around, don’t we?”

“yeah…” he says, his composure breaking. “ah, whatever. they know anyway. let’s just start going out, hm? they can’t control us outside of school grounds.”

from somewhere inside the school, you can hear nobara celebrate over winning $50.