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“You don’t want any!” Megumi stepped back as Yuuji jumped up from where he was sitting. “I don’t want to share any of my ice cream with you.” 

“Then don’t.” He rolled his eyes, but turned his head to hide a small smile. Yuuji’s attitude was quite infectious, even when he didn’t want it to be. “Come on - there’s a place up the road that serves pretty good soft serve.” 

“Ooooo - look at you, knowing where to get the good stuff!” Yuuji laughed, then started to walk ahead of him. “Which way was it?” 

Megumi pointed his finger towards the west. “How about you let me lead us there.” 

“Okay, okay! Sorry, Fushiguro.” His friend bowed his head as if actually humbly apologizing to him. He’d definitely been spending too much time around Gojou-sensei if he was acting like this already. “Let me buy yours, okay? To make up for it?” 

“First you said you don’t want to share, and now you’re saying you want to treat me.” Megumi pushed his hands into his pockets, even though it was sweltering outside. He really hated when the humidity spiked as it could be unbearable at times. “I have money. I can buy my own ice cream.” 

“That you didn’t even want.” 

“That I didn’t even want.” He smiled as he listened to Yuuji laugh. 

They hadn’t had to fight any sort of curses the last few days, and it had been nice to relax a little. He knew it wouldn’t always be like this - but he was going to take it for what it was worth. Looking over at Yuuji, he could see him kicking a stone along the sidewalk, keeping it rolling as they walked. He didn’t stop until they came to a stop in front of the ice cream shop. “Whoa!” Yuuji exclaimed, clearly excited by what he saw. “This place is cool!” 

“I hope so, because I don’t really want to have sugary soup.” Megumi’s joke fell flat as he opened the door, and felt a blast of cold air hit him, making him sigh in relief. Maybe coming to get ice cream hadn’t been such a bad idea. “Let’s get some?” 

“Yeah!” 

Putting in their orders took a little bit of time, as there were multiple choices that neither of them could really choose what they truly wanted. Megumi finally decided on a chocolate vanilla swirl cone that was dipped in chocolate, and then saw Yuuji get an all chocolate with the ice cream dipped in a caramel sauce that hardened as the air hit it. He wound up paying for the both of them, and then they sat at a little table for two to enjoy their treat, not wanting it to melt which it surely would have done if they went outside and ate it. 

“This was a good idea.” He commented, taking long licks of his treat, his mound of ice cream now down to where the cone began. 

“Sometimes I have them.” Yuuji grinned, his mouth saturated in caramel and chocolate. Megumi reached for a napkin, and passed it to him. “Oh, thank you.” Patting his mouth, Yuuji went back to licking his cone, Megumi’s eyes struggling not to stare as the long tongue swiped up the frozen treat. “Fushiguro - your ice cream is melting.” 

Crap. He took a look at his hand and saw that his fingers were now covered in the melted chocolate that his ice cream had been dipped in. He carefully licked them off and saw Yuuji watching him. It wasn’t too difficult to notice the flush that appeared on his face, Megumi experiencing the same sort of embarrassment as he stopped licking his fingers and instead opted to use a napkin. Stupid, shouldn’t have done that. He wiped the rest off with what felt like sandpaper against his skin, then resumed eating, avoiding any sort of eye contact with Yuuji. 

The sweet treat was gone too soon. Megumi suggested they leave before they were kindly asked to leave, even though he really didn’t want to vacate from the glorious air conditioning. Yuuji agreed, and they found themselves walking back to the dormitory together. 

“Shower?” Yuuji asked, as they stood in front of their doors. “Meet you back out in the common area?” 

“Guess so.” 

“Or, we could go and find a public pool?” 

Megumi shook his head. “No, it’s probably better if we stay here. What if we wind up finding a curse?” 

“Good point.” Yuuji waved, then opened his door. “See ya later!” 

He wanted to say something else, wanted to spend a little more time with Yuuji, but the words wouldn’t come. His shoulders dropped as he started to open his own dorm room. It was nice to know that Yuuji was right next door, but it was also sort of bad because he felt guilty about doing certain activities with him in such close proximity. Not that it mattered - he didn’t really have any drive to do those sorts of things right now. He had to focus on becoming a good jujutsu sorcerer, and that took up more energy than anything else. 

Taking a cold shower offered little relief to his overheated body, the cicadas screaming loudly outside his window. The air felt damper than it had outside, and it was making him feel miserable. Keeping only a towel wrapped around his waist, he went back to his bedroom and decided that it was too hot to do much of anything. Picking up his phone, he sent a text to Yuuji. “I’m staying in my room. Too hot. Might nap.” 

“Want a napping buddy?” 

Yuuji always had a knack for asking crazy things that always made Megumi second guess himself. Like right now. What was he supposed to say? Yes? No? If he said yes, would that mean that Yuuji would come to his room and sleep next to him? He wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with knowing how close he was. Never mind how gross it was in his room - add another body to this oppressive heat and it was bound to end in failure. But before he could really second guess himself, he began to type an answer to his friend. 

“Sure.” 

That meant he was going to have to put underwear on. Megumi shuddered as he grabbed a pair from his dresser and put them on, keeping his damp towel draped over his shoulder. A quick knock on the door had him walking over to it, and pulled it open. “Hey.” He greeted Yuuji, feeling his pulse quicken as he walked into his room. 

“Here’s hoping we can sleep, huh? It’s so hot.” Yuuji complained, but didn’t sound all too bothered by it. “Your bed is so much bigger than mine!” 

“What? No, it’s not. They’re all the same size.” Megumi set his towel over the chair tucked into his study table, then went over to the bed and sat on the left side. “Your bed is the exact same size, Itadori.” 

“No way. Yours looks so much bigger.” The bed bounced as Yuuji dropped down onto it, now stripped out of his clothes and only wearing underwear. “I hope if I snore it won’t bug you too much.” 

Snorting, he fluffed his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “I doubt you will.” Yes, he had no doubts that Yuuji would bug him because he knew as soon as Yuuji was laying next to him he was not going to nap. The heat from his body wasn’t too noticeable, but just the fact that he was mere inches away from his own body was the cause of his current anxiety. Too close. Not close enough. Both of these thoughts occurred simultaneously in his mind as he tried to keep a calm and cool exterior. 

“You sleeping?” Yuuji asked about ten minutes later. 

“I guess you’re not either?” Megumi asked. 

“It’s weird, right? I was super tired in my room, but now it seems like my head won’t shut off.” A hand touched his wrist, Megumi freezing as Yuuji’s fingers landed right on his pulsepoint. He felt Yuuji’s fingers slide down to his hand, and without really thinking much about it, he flipped his hand over so that their palms could touch. “Tell me I’m not crazy, Megumi.” 

“You are, though.” He smirked, hating how his heart seemed to skip a beat when he heard Yuuji call him by his first name. Their fingers were now laced together, palms glued together from the humidity. Or maybe Yuuji was feeling the same kind of anxiety he was feeling, but he somehow doubted that. “Certifiable.” 

“Shush.” Yuuji rolled onto his side, Megumi doing the same so that they could look at each other. More screeching from the cicadas could be heard outside, but the noise seemed to fade into a white hum as his eyes locked onto Yuuji’s auburn ones. “Don’t be so mean to me, Megumi.” 

“Can’t help it.” It was an easy thing to tease Yuuji, but right now it didn’t feel like it was bad teasing. Their hands were still stuck together, Megumi refusing to think about how close their hands were to a certain body part. He kept his eyes on Yuuji, unable to tear them away. “You know I’m not being mean, right?” 

“I know.” He could smell a hint of caramel on Yuuji’s breath, wondering if his own smelled like chocolate still. Yuuji took his hand away, finally, and then he felt it touch his hip. It felt like ice touched him, gasping softly at the quick touch that soon disappeared as it seemed he had the wrong reaction. “Sorry.” 

Not wanting him to apologize again, Megumi did what he thought would be best. 

He kissed Yuuji. 

The kiss was quick, almost as quick as the touch Yuuji’s fingers had made on his hip before they retracted so fast that Megumi had to do what he was doing. By some miracle his lips had found Yuuji’s, and with a quick peck he pulled his head back. But then something came over him, and he returned his lips to Yuuji’s and kissed him again. And again. They kept kissing until their mouths were joined together, their tongues somehow finding a way to touch and caress each other in a way that Megumi had only seen in movies before. The humidity no longer seemed to be bothering him as he kept kissing Yuuji, his body moving on its own as he laid on top of him. 

Megumi wanted to ask if this was okay, but lacked the motor function to do so. He felt Yuuji roll hsi hips, which told him that yes - this was okay, and gave a small roll of his own hips to match him. He could feel how hard Yuuji was, his own erection becoming somewhat painful, but then that annoyance went away as Yuuji kept rolling his hips. It was easy to find a rhythm that seemed to work for the both of them, their breaths becoming a bit more labored as they started to chase after that pleasure one got when engaging in a sexual activity. 

His knees pushed into the bed, his lips coming back to Yuuji’s as their kisses became somewhat frantic, both of them bucking their hips as they got closer and closer to an orgasm. Megumi pushed his face up against Yuuji’s, groaning low as he felt himself start to come, his underwear becoming damp with his release. He felt Yuuji shudder underneath him, and then felt another wet spot appear on his underwear as he knew Yuuji had found his own happy ending. 

“Let me get my towel.” Megumi pressed a kiss to Yuuji’s lips, then peeled himself off of him. His underwear was damp in two very distinctive spots. Grabbing his towel, he quickly wiped himself off, then tossed it to Yuuji to let him clean himself up. Once they were both done, he dropped the towel and returned to laying on his side, looking into Yuuji’s eyes. “Happy?” 

“Unbelievably so.” Yuuji grinned, and nodded his head. “But hey, there’s one thing.” 

He looked at Yuuji, whose face was becoming paler and paler, the markings under his eyes looking more pronounced now. Megumi’s tongue wouldn’t work, the ability to speak somehow disappearing from him as he saw a trickle of blood start to leave the corner of Yuuji’s mouth. Looking down, he saw that there was a gaping hole in his chest, panic now reigning supreme in his mind as he was stuck unable to do anything about it. 

“Live a long life, okay?” 

***

Those words rang in Megumi’s ears as he sat up with a sharp gasp of breath, his heart pounding hard in his chest as his hair stuck to his face. It was almost two in the morning, the memories of a time when he’d been happy somehow turning into his everyday nightmare. It took a bit for his breathing to return to normal, and once it did, he got up from his bed and walked over to the window. 

The cicadas were no longer screaming, the humidity long gone from the air, the monsoon season done for the year. Reaching up, he held his hand over his chest and sighed. He hated that Yuuji was gone. He was trying his best to live, but it wasn’t easy without him around. He carried this unbelievable sadness with him everywhere he went. Having to witness the person that had somehow stolen his own heart be murdered by the strongest curse in existence - that was a pain that was constantly with him. Every night he would have these wonderful dreams that were memories of his time with Yuuji, and then the memory of what his reality was would corrupt those dreams, and force him awake. 

“I’m trying, Yuu.” He put his hand right over the same spot where Sukuna had torn out Yuuji’s heart. “I promise, I’m trying for you.” 

Making peace with his mind, Megumi returned to bed where he fell asleep fast, this time with no dreams or memories haunting him. Just a perfect blankness that gave him a few hours of peace. And tomorrow, he would wake up with little recollection of the nightmare and carry on with his new, somewhat less colorful life now that Yuuji was gone. 

XxX