𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐩!𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | part1 part2 part3
“are you…crying?” yuji says, turning his whole head to look at megumi, completely forgetting he’s the one driving.
“ITADORI. EYES ON THE ROAD.” megumi snaps, hand shooting out to point at the windshield.
“SHIT, SORRY!” yuji jerks his eyes back to the road. “fushiguro, but y/n said she was joking about getting back with her ex. seriously.”
megumi relaxes a little, head tipping back so he’s staring at the car’s ceiling. “joking? why would she joke about that.” he says, sounding so bummed out.
yuji shrugs. “it’s a joke where you had to be there.”
megumi’s voice is quiet. “did u laugh?”
yuji side-eyes him. “no.”
megumi just sighs. loudly.
“fushiguro stop that, you two sure know how to ruin the wedding mood,” yuji says.
“shut up. it’s just that—” megumi starts, but he gets interrupted.
“WAIT.” yuji suddenly slams his hand over megumi’s chest, making him jump.
“aren’t you with kurusu?” yuji demands, giving him a look.
megumi frowns. “where did you hear that?”
yuji keeps one hand on the wheel this time, the other still hovering near megumi’s chest like he just uncovered a national secret.
“don’t play dumb,” yuji says, narrowing his eyes. “everyone’s been saying it. you and kurusu are glued together earlier.”
megumi blinks at him, genuinely confused. “we were just standing next to each other.”
“for like twenty minutes.”
“because panda wouldn’t stop talking.”
yuji makes a face. “still. you two looked… close.”
megumi finally drags his eyes off the ceiling and looks at yuji. there’s no smugness, no teasing — just tired irritation. “we’re not together.”
“so that’s a no?” yuji presses.
“that’s a no,” megumi says flatly. “where did you even hear that?”
yuji shrugs. “nobara mentioned it once. and kurusu implies it. and i just assumed.”
megumi exhales through his nose. “you assume too much.”
“okay, but you didn’t deny it before.”
“because it didn’t matter.”
there’s a beat of silence. the road hums under the tires.
yuji glances at him again. “it matters if you’re out here looking like someone just kicked one of your dog because y/n joked about her ex.”
megumi shoots him a glare. “i was not.”
yuji grins a little. “you kinda were.”
megumi turns back to staring at the ceiling, arms crossed now. his voice drops quieter. “why would she joke about something like that.”
yuji’s teasing fades. “i told you. it was a ‘you had to be there’ thing. it wasn’t serious.”
megumi swallows. “did she look serious?”
“did she seem like she meant it?”
megumi nods once, like he’s trying to convince himself more than anything.
why does my chest feel like this?
yuji softens. “fushiguro… if you’re not with kurusu, and she’s not actually getting back with her ex… then what’s stopping you from just talking to her?”
megumi doesn’t answer right away. his fingers curl slightly against his sleeve.
“it’s not that simple,” he mutters.
yuji sighs. “it never is with you.”
another quiet stretch passes before megumi adds, lighter this time, “i should be over her…” he exhales. “but i’m not. and i know she doesn’t want me in that way. she never did.”
the car stays quiet for a second. just the low sound of tires against pavement.
“…i don’t buy that,” yuji says finally, still looking straight ahead. “never? that’s a stretch, even for you.”
yuji shakes his head a little. “fushiguro, you were her person. you showed up for her — every time. when she was upset, when she needed help, when she didn’t even say she needed anyone. you were just there.”
he tightens his grip on the wheel.
“people don’t do that for someone they feel ‘nothing’ for. and people don’t let someone get that close if it’s one-sided.”
“so yeah,” yuji says quietly, “definitely not never.”
megumi looks at yuji, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself.
yuji doesn’t look over — but he feels it.
“…don’t start,” yuji mutters, fighting his own grin.
“i didn’t say anything,” megumi replies, voice lighter now.
“yeah, but you’re doing that face.”
“that tiny hopeful one you pretend you’re not making.”
megumi huffs softly. “you’re so annoying.”
by the time yuji makes the next turn, the hotel finally comes into view. the glowing sign lights up the windshield as he slows down, scanning for an open parking spot.
yuji finally glances at him for half a second before looking back at the road. he’s smiling too. “and you’re dramatic.”
there’s another quiet pause, but it’s different this time. not heavy. not suffocating. yuji drives slowly through the parking lot rows, eyes searching.
megumi leans his head back against the seat. “you really think it wasn’t one-sided?”
yuji shrugs. “i know it wasn’t.”
megumi studies him. “how?”
yuji shifts the car into park, engine humming down. his voice softens. “because she looked at you the same way you look at her.”
“you just never noticed,” yuji adds gently.
you finally slide into the backseat of the uber, shutting the door a little harder than you meant to.
“just making sure, hotel is where you’re going correct?” the driver asks, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.
“yes,” you reply, buckling your seatbelt.
the car pulls away from the venue, the music and laughter fading behind you. you reach into your bag, pull out your phone, and connect your earphones. the soft chime fills your ears as you lean your head back against the seat.
the city lights blur past as you turn your head toward the window. your reflection stares back at you — makeup slightly smudged, expression tired.
and then, of course, your thoughts drift.
megumi’s face when you made the decision to go on your own, instead of going with him with them. the way his expression shifted — subtle, but you noticed. you always notice. the tightness in his jaw. the way he went quiet.
why did you even say that?
maybe because you wanted to see if he’d react. maybe because part of you wanted to hurt him the way you still feel hurt. maybe because it was easier to act unbothered than admit you’re not.
your gaze drops to your hands in your lap.
and then your mind drifts somewhere else. to your ex.
the familiar ache creeps in — not longing, not love. just the ghost of something that took too much from you. the arguments. the way you felt small. the way you convinced yourself it was normal.
you press your lips together.
no, you don’t want him back. you know that.
but megumi doesn’t know that.
you look back out the window, watching the streetlights streak across the glass.
you tell yourself it doesn’t matter what megumi thinks.
why does my chest feel this tight?
the hum of the car fades into the background.
your ex was charming at first — attentive, always texting, always wanting to see you. it felt good to be wanted like that. to have someone choose you so loudly. but intensity has a way of tipping over.
little comments started slipping in.
“why are you out so late?”
at first you brushed it off. everyone gets insecure sometimes, right?
but the arguments became constant. not conversations — arguments. voices raised. things twisted. somehow every disagreement ended with you apologizing, even when you weren’t sure what you did wrong.
you started walking on eggshells.
thinking before you spoke.
replaying your own words to make sure they couldn’t be misunderstood.
and even then, it was never enough.
the breakup wasn’t explosive — it was worse.
you remember standing there, feeling hollow more than angry.
“i can’t do this anymore,” you said.
he didn’t believe you at first. then he got cold. said you were overreacting. said relationships were supposed to be hard. said you’d regret leaving.
maybe part of you was scared he was right.
and when you walked out, you felt shaky — but lighter.
after that, everything felt fragile.
you didn’t trust your judgment anymore. didn’t trust your heart. how did you let it get that far? how did you miss the signs? how did you stay?
no more letting someone have that much access to you.
no more building your world around someone else’s moods.
no more trying to prove you’re worth staying for.
it’s easier to keep things casual. to joke. to act detached.
and through all of it — the fights, the tears, the nights you couldn’t sleep — megumi was there.
he didn’t pry. he didn’t push.
he didn’t make it about himself.
he’d sit next to you in silence when you couldn’t talk.
he’d bring food when you didn't ask.
he’d answer your calls no matter the hour.
maybe that’s why it scares you.
because he saw you at your lowest. and he stayed.
the car passes under another streetlight, your reflection flashing across the window.
you think about the way he looked tonight. the way his expression changed when called him by his last name.
you told yourself it didn’t matter.
but if you’re done with relationships… if you’re not doing that again…
why does the thought of him moving on feel worse than anything your ex ever said?
why do i want him now of all times?
why didn’t he tell me how he felt about me.
i would sound so stupid to tell him i want him now after he watched me be with someone else.
“we’re here,” the driver says.
you blink, like you were pulled out of something deep. “oh— yeah. thank you.”
the car turns into the hotel entrance, headlights sweeping across the pavement.
megumi and yuji walking toward the entrance.
your breath catches for half a second.
yuji’s talking — hands moving like always. megumi’s beside him, hands in his pockets, head slightly lowered like he’s listening but not really. like he’s thinking.
the uber rolls closer to the curb. you shrink back slightly in your seat, unsure if they’ve noticed you yet. the soft glow from the hotel lights casts shadows across their faces.
you grip your phone a little tighter. part of you wants to tell the driver to wait. let them go inside first. avoid the awkward elevator ride. avoid eye contact.
but the car is already stopping.
“have a good night,” the driver says.
you open the door, cool air hitting your face.
face as you step out. the door shuts behind you with a soft thud, and the uber pulls away from the curb.
your eyes drift toward the entrance again.
just watching the distance between you and the hotel doors… and them.
your brain starts doing that thing again — overthinking, replaying the night, wondering if you should just go in now or wait another minute.
a hand lands on your shoulder.
“are you going to go in or just stand here looking like a pretty clueless person?”
you jump a little, snapping out of it as you turn your head.
“probably just stand here,” you say dryly.
maki lets out a soft laugh.
“yeah, that sounds productive,” she says, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before gently pushing you forward. “get your ass inside.”
you stumble a step forward from the nudge, rolling your eyes as you start walking toward the entrance with her.
you and maki walk through the glass doors of the hotel together.
warm air replaces the cool night outside immediately. the lobby is bright — soft lights hanging from the ceiling, quiet music playing somewhere overhead. people from the wedding are scattered around the space with suitcases and garment bags.
as soon as you step farther in, you spot familiar faces.
hakari is near one of the couches with a suitcase leaned against his leg, kirara beside him scrolling through her phone while holding onto the handle of her luggage. a little farther off, nobara is standing near a pillar, talking to someone at the front desk with her arms crossed like she’s already tired of waiting.
so most of the group made it here.
for a second, you think you see two familiar figures step into the elevator down the hall. the elevator doors close before you can really tell.
“you’re acting weird,” maki says beside you, breaking your train of thought. “more than usual.”
you glance at her briefly before looking ahead again.
“i’ll tell you another day,” you reply. “this weekend is about you.”
maki watches your face for a moment like she’s deciding whether to pry.
“…fine,” she finally says.
since you already checked in earlier and know your room, you skip the front desk and head straight toward the elevators. the lobby noise fades a little as you reach them.
“be on time tomorrow, okay?” she points a finger at you anyway, half teasing, half serious.
you raise an eyebrow slightly.
your heels tap softly against the marble floor as you walk toward the elevators again. the lobby noise fades behind you the closer you get.
one of the elevators is about to go up.
you quickly press the button so it’ll come back down for you after.
the little arrow above the doors lights up — up — and the elevator begins moving.
you stand in front of the elevator, arms loosely crossed while you wait for it to come back down.
the numbers above the doors quickly change.
5̵̟͍̉̈́̒̈͜ ̷̞̰̻͈̘̼̲̺́̉̽͆̊̂́͜͝͠3̶̛͓͓͖̃̋̌͑͠..
you shifted your weight slightly, staring at the metal doors, brows pulling together as you tried to make sense of it.
“…that’s so weird,” you muttered, eyes flicking up to the numbers above the doors again, questioning how the floors could’ve changed that quickly.
a couple minutes earlier....
yuji pushes the hotel doors open with his shoulder, holding them long enough for megumi to walk in behind him.
warm air hits them immediately after the cool night outside. the lobby is bright, the soft lighting reflecting off the marble floor while quiet music hums somewhere overhead.
megumi walks beside him, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes drifting around the lobby for a moment. people from the wedding are scattered everywhere with luggage and bags.
“everyone beat us here,” yuji mutters.
megumi barely reacts. he just keeps walking.
yuji glances sideways at him.
“you’re still thinking about it, huh.”
“…yep,” yuji sighs. “you definitely are.”
this is the first time fushiguro has ever opened up to me
i need to be the best wingman!!!
they reach the hallway where the elevators are. yuji immediately hits the button and leans back against the wall, stretching his arms above his head.
megumi glances toward the stairwell door nearby.
“we could just take the stairs.”
yuji looks at him like he just suggested climbing a mountain.
“it’s just a couple floors ”
“exactly,” yuji says, pointing at the elevator doors like that proves his point. “that’s a couple floors i don’t feel like walking right now.”
megumi shrugs. “it’d probably be faster.”
“no way,” yuji argues. “elevator takes less time. plus i’m tired.”
megumi raises an eyebrow.
“and lazy,” yuji adds without shame.
megumi exhales quietly through his nose.
the elevator finally dings.
“see?” yuji says, gesturing toward the elevator. “this is what technology is for.”
yuji steps inside first, turning to face the panel while megumi walks in behind him. yuji presses the button for their floor.
the doors close and the elevator begins moving. the elevator hums as it moves upward.
the numbers light up slowly above the door.
yuji leans back against the railing, stretching his arms again while megumi stands beside him with his usual straight posture, eyes half-lidded like he’s already done with the conversation.
“wonder what tomorrow has planned for us,” yuji yawns has he’s speaking.
megumi doesn’t respond. he’s barely listening, he looks like he’s half sleep half awake.
not hard, but enough for both of them to feel it.
yuji straightens a little. “uh.”
megumi glances up at the numbers.
for a second nothing happens.
then the numbers start changing again.
5̵̟͍̉̈́̒̈͜ ̷̞̰̻͈̘̼̲̺́̉̽͆̊̂́͜͝͠3̶̛͓͓͖̃̋̌͑͠…
yuji blinks at the panel. “wait.”
“why are we going down!?”
megumi frowns slightly, watching the display.
“i told you we shouldve taken the stairs ” megumi says flatly.
the elevator gives another soft mechanical sound before slowly settling back at the bottom.
weren’t they just going up?
“um?” you say, looking between them.
they look just as surprised as you. not one of them are speaking.
yuji suddenly points toward the lobby like it just hit him. “i left something in the rental!”
he practically shouts it.
megumi is just standing there, looking… confused.
no he didn’t what the hell is he talking about?
you step into the elevator while yuji moves to step out, but he suddenly pauses.
“wait— what floor?” yuji asks innocently.
“4th. 4th floor,” you reply.
“got it.” yuji turns to the panel.
and then proceeds to press every single floor button.
you watch him in disbelief as he deliberately skips 4 until the very end.
what the hell is he doing??
then he finally presses 4.
megumi slowly lowers his head into his hand.
yuji grins like he’s proud of himself. “BYE.”
and then he bolts out of the elevator before the doors close.
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