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“Alright, and thanks again for accommodating the change in schedule!” Their professor clapped his hands together and grinned. “I don’t know if we’re going to meet tomorrow, I’m a bit busy,”

His professor was already strange looking with his bright white hair and his blinding blue eyes, but that was remotely none of his business. He was a very popular scholar for some reason, Yuji had yet to find out why.

“Okay, you guys are free to go,” He shooed them off as he retreated to his desk briefly. 

Yuji packed up quickly, not because he had another lecture starting soon, but because he had been itching to go outside since he had gotten out of bed this morning. The weather was too nice. 

“Hey!” It was that spiky haired boy.

“Oh hey! Fushiguro, right?” Yuji stopped in his tracks and waved. “What’s up?”

The boy reluctantly waved back. “Nothing, I was going to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. I can send you notes if you ever need them,”

“Oh yeah, that’d be great!” He smiled big as he opened his phone and handed it to the other. “You must be really smart, yeah?’

“Something like that, sure,” The boy typed in his number before handing it back. “Text me so I can add your contact later,”

“Will do!” Yuji grinned at him. “I’ll see you later, Fushiguro!”

“See you!”

The two of them then went their separate ways for that day. Yuji made a mental reminder to text the other as soon as he walked straight outdoors. Yuji was already thinking about the picture he was going to use as he got one of the boy in class, which was creepy the more Yuji thought on it. Nonetheless, it was exciting for a new friendship to bloom.

a/n WHAT IS UP YOUTUBE TUBE TUBE TUBE TUBE TUBE TUBE TUBE TUBEEEEEEE im back with another texting story bc i forgot how peak they are

its a college au but dont expect anything too explicit to me they are still 15... ANYWHOSIES do we fw the new layoutttt or is it ass be honest

obviously u can tell me... haha... okay well see u next time (if there is a next time...) ill probably link these together like i did with i dont do crushes but my updates are gonna be more sparsely done so maybe every other day or even weekly so i can create maxx without burning myself out

anyways i luv u guys sm thank u for supporting me it means the world and the universe ☹️☹️

Silence fell between the two and simmered slowly. Megumi shifted his weight onto the doorframe, his chest still bearing that familiar heartache. It wasn’t his proudest to act like this, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing Yuji talk to another guy who seemed way too friendly had pushed him over the edge. How unfortunate for that boy.

“Fushiguro, I-” He dropped to his knees, the flowers still tight in his grip. “Let me fix this, please”

“Yeah? By doing what?”

If he had one weakness, it was seeing Yuji plead for forgiveness. There was nothing past the pang of his heart when the boy's eyes got big and wide that bore redemption. It was as easy as saying please.

“I- I'll cut Yuta off, you know? I won't talk to him anymore,” He pleaded. “I miss you,”

The unfortunate thing for poor Yuta Okkotsu was that Megumi had already taken care of him. He was somewhere far from here and regardless of what decision Yuji decided to make, Yuta would never be able to speak again.

It was a bad habit. Yuji doesn't know as of now and Megumi has simply committed too much for him to catch on now. The jealousy nicks at him until he can't help it anymore, then he overreacts again. Body after body he had tossed away, yet another boy or girl seems to find something attractive about his boyfriend. It was beyond a nuisance.

Megumi smiled as he leaned down, caressing the boy's cheek. “Get off the ground and come inside, I missed you more,”

Yuji scrambled to his feet and pushed the bouquet into the other boy's arms, grinning ear to ear. “I got your favorite,”

“You always do,” He breathed in the smell of the fresh flowers before grabbing Yuji's hand and leading him inside of his apartment.

It was dimly lit, only by the oven light and the moonlight peeking through the window. It was a cramped apartment, but Megumi liked it just fine. The little kitchen island had a vase available for him to place the flowers in, almost as if it was just for them.

“Can I get a kiss? Please?” Yuji then begged.

Megumi turned back and ran a hand through the boy's hair, ruffling it softly. A smile perched itself on his lips before he leaned in slowly, placing a small peck on his lips.

“Your lips are so soft,” Yuji mumbled against Megumi's mouth. “Why would you ever punish me by taking that away?”

He chuckled. “You deserve it sometimes,”

Yuji seemed to get comfortable as he slipped his shoes off and began taking his hoodie off, trying to adjust to the change in temperature. Yuji always found his apartment to be hot even though the temperature sat at a comfortable 70 degrees Fahrenheit. As he pulled his hoodie off, Megumi's phone buzzed with a text.

“Who's that?”

“No one,”

There was an uneasy feeling set between the two of them, almost demanding an interruption. The boy reached to answer the text, pausing to read it. He must have made an odd face as his boyfriend found it less than casual.

“Let me see your phone,” Yuji demanded, extending his hand out.

“No, this is my phone,”

Unexpectedly, Yuji lunged over the counter and grabbed the boy's phone, pulling it directly out of his hands. He retreated back and immediately scrolled, reading each message quickly.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Megumi ran over to the other side of the counter trying to grab his phone.

Despite Yuji being an inch shorter than him, he was faster than Megumi. He dodged his reaching hands as he started typing frantically into his phone, a string of curses littering itself out of his mouth.

“Give me my phone back!”

“No!” The boy yelled back before pushing his shoulder.

Megumi stumbled back before trying to reach and grab it again. He had forgotten just exactly how strong Yuji was.

“Why won't you give it back?” He strained, trying to reach for it.

“Because- You're keeping shit from me! Who the fuck is this?” Yuji spat. “It doesn't fucking matter, I'll kill him!”

As the words came out of the boy's mouth, Megumi felt an icy sweat burn his skin. He immediately froze and retracted his hand, his chest heaving with each breath as he tried to process the words that came out of his mouth.

“Why- Why would you-” He couldn’t catch his breath, he felt like he was choking. “Why would you kill him?”

“Because you're mine,” His voice was deep as he handed the phone back. “I- I didn't really mean that- That I'd kill him-”

Yuji had noticed how Megumi's face had gone whiter than his usual pale complexion. Not only that, but the fact he had started shaking.

“No-” He shook his head, trying to calm himself down. “No, no, no, no, no,”

The other dropped the phone and rushed to the other's aid, cradling his face in his hands. The warmth of his skin was like he was on fire which contrasted with how cold it had suddenly gotten for Megumi.

“What's wrong? Did I say something?” He mumbled, a failure at whispering due to the urgency he felt. “Fushiguro, did- did that remind you of something?”

“You-”

“Fushiguro?” His eyes got wide again, glossy like a puppy. It was so easy to win him over like this.

“I- I can't tell you- Not like this-” Megumi stammered, shaking his head all over again. “You won't understand,”

“Of course I will,” He placed a hand on his chest and the other remained intact with Megumi's cheek. “I- I've been keeping something from you as well,”

The two of them waited in silence for just a moment, wavering in each other's presence. The circumstances in which they were in had them both standing in a somewhat intimate position, reaching for one another.

“Can we sit? Please, baby?” Yuji kissed the boy on the forehead. “Come on,”

Megumi followed willingly to the small couch he had next to the window, the one bringing in all of the white moonlight. They sat next to each other and sat quite close as usual, Yuji's hand softly perched upon Megumi's thigh, which bounced anxiously.

“I-” His voice shook as he tried to come to terms with his past.

What was done was already finished, it was now up to the implementation of consequences. Yet, what accountability would he have if he dodged it so unjustly? Not only that, but for the remaining favor of his boyfriend.

“Here,” Yuji grabbed the boy's hand and squeezed it tightly. “I can go first. I just- I want you to be open minded, okay?”

Megumi nodded.

“Before we started dating,” His grip on the boy's hand tightened even more, his eyes now gazing in front of him. “I did some things I am still ashamed of. I- I think my feelings for you impacted those things,”

His heart ached. This story was familiar.

“I found you talking to other guys and I- I couldn’t control myself. They- They're all gone now,” His voice wavered. “I'm sorry,”

Megumi squeezed his hand back, taking a deep breath. “What do you mean by gone?”

Silence washed over the two of them once again, drowning them both in the tension they created. Yuji's hand continued to increase in temperature as he held it tightly, trying to not pull away as it felt like it was almost burning him in comparison.

“Dead. They're dead,” He whispered. “I killed them. Fushiguro, I killed them all,”

Oddly enough, Megumi's heart raced in excitement rather than fear. A newfound balance has been discovered between the two of them and it reassured every racing thought in the back of his head.

He pulled his hand back before pulling Yuji's face inwards, giving him a slow, rough kiss. He could barely breathe as he kissed the other boy, feeling as if he was soaring the clouds of the heavens.

Yuji ended up being the one to pull away, licking his lips briefly. “Why- Why did you do that?”

“I love you, I don’t care about any of that stuff,” Megumi could barely keep the words from running out of his mouth. “You and me, we're the same,”

“You-”

“Yes, I shouldn't have kept it from you, but I couldn't help myself,” He leaned in closer again, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Isn't it nice to have met your soulmate, Itadori?”

The boy hummed before smiling. “Of course it is, I always knew it would be you,”

They shared another kiss, now completely dismissing the blood that remained on their hands. A shared dishonesty and injustice now become their little secret.

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a/n hi guys I needed to get this out of my system before I blew up its like i get this aching pain and i keep picking itafushi to relieve it

anyway i might start another texting story i have a couple of ideas but im also working on my little band au thing and (obviously) some oc chapters and comics

what can I say im create maxxing

my requests are also open and they can writing or doodle requests as ill do either!!! dont be shy... u wanna send me ur hesdcanon...