⋆. ⋮ ⌗ ┆ kissing bestfriend and jock!yuuji in front of his fangirls
cw // notes: fem!reader, toothrotting fluff, cliché, reader & yuuji are hopelessly in love with each other
you hated attending your best friend's basketball games.
first and foremost, there was the stench of sweat lingering in the packed gymnasium. it made it almost unbearable to sit through and enjoy the play-off without paying half of the intended attention for the game to the smell itself.
even on yuuji as he comes up to you after finished games, you can clearly catch a whiff of the sweat on him.
"i will not hug you unless you take a shower first, yuu! i don't wanna smell like dirty socks, i just showered!"
"aw, come on! just a quick one to celebrate my win?"
... you fold instantly when he gives you those dumb puppy eyes and that irritatingly adorable frown.
"... fine, just a quick one—"
the hugs are almost always never quick.
second, with how hot it was in there — every time your arm bumped into another's in the seats — you felt their stickiness latch onto you. the moist sensation made your skin crawl and your face wrinkle in disgust.
especially on yuuji during the torturous hugs.
"yuuji! you said quick, oh my god!"
third and lastly — the fangirls. by far, the most annoying one out of the three. with everything yuuji did, they would squeal his name and fawn over him like it was phenomenal to move across the court. sure, there was nothing wrong with having fans, but what was the deal with yuuji having so many?!
it wasn't just fans either, even cheerleaders of his team and the other! they throw their best stunts whenever they receive news that he's playing like it'll change a damn thing.
and you love it, really, how yuuji is so supported by everyone. he trains hard and he's a pretty good player. you're pretty damn sure your best friend loves the attention too! he gets an ego boost knowing there'd be girls swarming him after every game.
but you hated it. it was.. bothering you, to say the least, having to try and focus without being distracted every minute by the screams for yuuji like they were in a badly budgeted film for teen romance.
you didn't hate it just because they were loud! i mean, sure, that's a factor... but maybe it was because there was something more that made it all the more intolerable to you. you didn't like it for a different reason.
"kyaaaa! did you see that? itadori yuuji just winked at me!" one of the girls shrieked in excitement.
point proven.. unfortunately.
and perhaps that started all the way to the time things changed in the way you saw yuuji. you don't know how or when it did — but it was clear to you that things weren't the same anymore.
how suddenly, when you woke up one morning, you found yourself seeing the boy you've always treated as a friend — as something different. as someone that wouldn't be just a friend.
yuuji always took care of you right. better than any of your friends or ex boyfriends. he was the only one who knew how to hold you properly. but you've never even seen it that way! because no, there was nothing more behind the way he looks after you. it was friendship.
yuuji holds your hand in crowds so you don't get lost — sometimes intertwined fingers, sometimes his palm catching yours. you always love the way his big hands warm yours.
he always has to have an arm wrapped around your waist if you two are outside, it's practically mandatory! you'd argue it wasn't necessary, but you loved every single second of yuuji doing it anyway.
he brings you your favorite food and comforts you whenever you're stressed and studying for midterms — moving astray strands of your hair from your face. you don't know how he knew all the stuff that made you feel so at ease even during exhuasting days — but you were glad he did, because you love him.
it's just what itadori yuuji did. he was a gentleman at heart, and there was nothing more ever to that. everything he did was him being him.
when suddenly, you realized that your heart beating at an abnormal pace when he did things for you wasn't something friends felt. it definitely wasn't common at all.
he used to do all of these things without you batting an eye at all! like it was routine — nothing to be shocked or flustered about.
but these days, yuuji was the only one making you feel like this.
before you even knew it — the game has already ended, and yuuji's team won thanks to him clutching the final shot. you're not quite sure if you paid the attention to the play itself, or more on the fangirls swooning over the bubblegum-haired player and your messy feelings for your best friend.
yuuji breathes out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair & pushing the stray strands away — heading over to the bleachers for some water. beads of sweat rolled down yuuji's temple, as he chugged down the whole bottle without stopping at all, his adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.
the perverted girls took pictures of yuuji who was completely oblivious to how good he looked in the moment, with it not being his intention to look hot at all. seeing them giggle and push each other to ask for his number almost made you want to douse your eyes in bleach. you can tell they're posting this on their story later.
the mention of his nickname snaps him back to reality after downing two bottles, your voice immediately ringing something special within him. frankly, if someone else called him the way you call him — he wouldn't respond at all. like you pavlov'd yuuji into only acknowledging the way you said it.
“oh hey! i didn't know you came! i thought you said you were busy?” he tossed the empty bottles in the bin, water dribbling down his chin.
yuuji walked over to you with the biggest smile on his face, like it was conditioned to appear upon every time he greets you. you could assume a tail was wagging behind him too.
the air inside the room was then flooded by murmurs of: “who is that?” and hushed interest. the daydreaming stance of the fans was halted — as for somehow — yuuji seemed more excited and happy seeing you, than when he won the game for his team.
you weren't any different either. your cheeks flushed instantly upon the scene before you of yuuji getting eager to talk to you — biting back a beam and a corny joke.
“so.. where's my hug to celebrate?”
it's typical. it's cringe, cliché, and literally reminds you of those memes of men with their pick-up lines thinking they're hot. but instead of shuddering at the dumb gag, your face only turns more red unwillingly.
yuuji has an almost terrifying wide grin as he stood in front of you, and you can already tell he has a plan to irk you somehow. he always does.
so after a long minute of piercing a stare right through each other's eyes — yuuji makes the move. he places a hand on your head... and pats you?! he ruffles your hair and you groan in vexation, quickly swatting his hand away and fixing the mess.
the cringey-romantic interaction has everyone in the room furrow their eyebrows in disgust, gasping an implausible sound — pulling out their phones to start recording. you can feel their eyes land on you, the inescapable stares making it hard to even face yuuji normally.
“oh my gosh, yuu.. they're recording us.” you tug on yuuji's jersey, quickly hiding yourself from the cameras with your hand. it almost felt like you were an actual celebrity! ...except the only mini-celebrity here was your clumsy bestfriend who clearly just did everything he thought of doing despite consequences.
yuuji scans the room — blushing at the thought of being the face of a bunch of girls' videos. he's always dreamt of this, of course he has! girls swarming him and they love him? well, sign yuuji up for it then. he's no different than any teenage boy!
but now that you're here with him — it feels really different. like he doesn't want the attention of anybody anymore, but yours. it's felt like that for a while now. and just like you, yuuji doesn't know how or when every moment with you started to feel like this.
maybe on the day he got into a dumb argument with you. your tears fell slowly while you were still yelling at him, and yuuji swears he could still remember the way his heart tightened in his chest seeing you cry because of him. he'd call you a crybaby — but not when he's the one that caused it.
yuuji won't forget the way his palms caught the falling beads. his hands hugging your cheeks, thumb wiping away the rest that threatened to drop.
how over time, yuuji realized he wanted to be with you more and more every day without being bound to imaginary rules that ‘friends’ couldn't do this, blah, blah, blah. there were so many things to try with you, including stuff that only couples did.
eventually, yuuji blurred the line guarding the two things so much so that he ended up taking care of you how a boyfriend would. it seemed the same for you too, you were the best friend.. and girlfriend?
when over time, he knew the things he wanted to do with you meant that he saw you in a different way. surely the wishes yuuji made weren't normal — what friend would wish to be yours?
“oh, wait— sorry! forgot we weren't alone... lemme just take a shower real quick, then we'll head out for food since i'm kinda hungry.”
but before he could go, you yank his wrists back to you — eliciting a soft hum from him, and a croak from everybody else. you brace against on his shoulders, making yuuji stoop down a little to your level.
you've made the decision. you were gonna end this complicated bullshit of being whatever with the most oblivious loser, itadori yuuji. you've been itching to get a taste of your bestfriend anyhow and anyway.
did you think about this thoroughly? probably not.
are you still gonna do it? well, hell yeah!
your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing his face closer to yours. the way your heart thumped faster and faster seeing yuuji so up-front like this — fuck, you could almost mistake it was trying to claw its way out with how harsh it was pounding against your chest.
a crease formed in between his eyebrows, an undeniable grin drew his lips. yuuji held you by your waist, afraid to let you go. and for seconds, it was just you two admiring one another's features. the rhythm of your breaths collided — both hearts now beating way too quick.
the cheers of the fans rang in yuuji's ear miserably, but soon faded out as he only kept his focus on you now. he can smell the distinct scent of his cologne on your shirt.. had you sprayed it on yourself before you came here? your perfume smells way better though..
“you smell like me.” yuuji smiled, and you giggled lightly. it sounded so comforting. he could play that sound in his mind endlessly on repeat without ever getting tired of the little noises you make.
you were so gorgeous. his best friend is so gorgeous that it made him lose his shit and go red entirely.
then, yuuji closed his eyes first — leaning in, breath taken aback because of how excited he was. a pulse of uncertainty pattered, he was scared of making the wrong move. were you about to kiss him or did he take it wrong? was this a dream? yuuji really hoped it wasn't.
after what appeared to be the most excruciating seconds wasted on nothing, yuuji knows now he wasn't dreaming at all when his lips finally closed off the unbearable distance and tease. he was glad it wasn't.. otherwise asleep him would probably be kissing his pillow.
it was clumsy at first — why wouldn't it be when you're kissing the person you love? your noses bumped each other, inciting a breathy laugh amid the kiss. ultimately, confidence builds up and yuuji takes this as a chance to hoist you comfortably. also, was what he was tasting on your tongue his gum?
it was still awkward, but neither of you two pulled away until air finally ran out. you met yuuji's eyes, full of reciprocated devotion and delight. you rested your forehead against his, unevenly panting and loosening the grip on his wrist.
meanwhile, yuuji still refused to stop clinging onto you despite the heat. he wondered why he avoided this for so long. he didn't know he could have this with you.
by now, the nosy fans from afar have caught wind of the whole scene on their phones. you two will probably be posted on social media pretty quick.. also calling for a trip to the detention counsel if any of the teachers see it.
“are we still getting food? can we go to my favorite restaurant?” you quip.
“you ask me that after we just kissed? can't i kiss you more?” yuuji pouts, and all you can do is give him a look that says: ‘if i don't eat in under 8 minutes i will dissolve.’
“fine.. i'll get my other kisses later. and of course we are! this'll be our first real date, i'm not missing it. hold on— oh god, i'm not even in a suit!”
a/n: yuuji probably thinks he'll look like a chud next to you, his beautiful babe 🙏🏻 we love a man that worships you and it's yuuji ✋🏻 but can we tell i rlly like writing for this cutie pie,,, also i accidentally deleted a req abt a megumi x reader for enemies to lovers as i was writing it omg im so bummed 🥹
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