Yuji walks in on Megumi relapsing
Megumi sat alone on the floor of his dorm, his knees pressed close against his chest as he rested his back on his bed frame. The small room was hardly lit, the only source of lighting coming from the setting sun, softly peaking through the drapes on his window. His bedroom, although being terribly dingy and dull, felt like the only barrier Megumi had from the weighing stress of daily life, espescially as a jujutsu sorcerer.
Megumi picked up the blade led out next to him as he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt with his sweat coated palms. Despite his hands shaking as they hovered over his wrist, he harshly began to slide the blade over his pale skin, creating multiple cuts organised in a row that scaled down his inner arm.
The feeling of these gashes slowly being made brought Megumi's mind at an unconventional ease. He knew that in a logical sense, it was a sick thing to be doing to himself, let alone feeling any sort of satisfaction from it.
it almost felt like a reset button for all the unorganised chaos torturing his mind, silencing mental pain with physical pain. And every time he did it he couldn't help being flooded with a twisted sense of peace.
This of course never lasted long at all before that tranquillity was trampled by an intense amount of guilt and disgust plaguing his mind. He always planned to keep this ugly addiction from everyone, fearing the shame and the misunderstanding of why he would ever do something like that to himself. Megumi loathed himself for being so reliant on something so gross.
He let his newly bleeding arm, now covered in cuts, drop weakly to the floor as his head drooped onto his knees. Megumi eyes unfocused as he stared off into nothing, feeling all the turmoil in his head warp into a blank fog clouding all his thoughts, replacing them with a numbness that spread all through out his body.
Being completely zoned out, Megumi didn't even realise the knob of his door turning as it creaked open, letting a slither of bright light aluminate his room. His classmate, Yuji Itadori, bounced from the hall into the doorway, A warm smile spread cross his face.
Being so invested in talking to Megumi, he didn't even realise the state of his friend on the floor before he started speaking,"Yo Fushiguro I have Gojo sensei's black card if you wanna go to-".
Yuji immediately cut himself of as he saw the scene layed out in front of him. His eyes widened in pure shock at what he was seeing before him. it almost didn't feel real, caught in a state of pure disbelief. "Oh-oh...", he gasped before grasping what was truly going on.
Megumi, snapping back to reality and seeing he had been caught not just by anyone, but his best friend, instantly sprang straight up of the floor. He panicked as he struggled to pull down his sleeve with his trembling hands, despite knowing he had already been exposed.
"F-Fushiguro-", Yuji was instantly cut of, not even being close to finishing. "God get out I told you to knock!", Megumi's voice violently yeled, shaking with pure panic. His heart was practically beating out his chest as sweat started to form on his brow.
Yuji felt his stomach drop like an anchor, trying to properly process what was happening right now. Out of anyone that could be going through this god why did it have to be Megumi. Ignoring Megumi's attempt to ward Yuji out his room with aggression, he refused and went up to him, not being fooled by his friends act of hostility. He could see he was scared.
"Let me see", Yuji said in futile as he grasped Megumi's arm anyways, holding it out in front of him. His tone was not harsh or angered but just flooded with deep concern. "I'm fine!", Megumi demanded desperately just wanting this to all end or be a nightmare. His breathing became rapid like he was out of breath. Although his arm twitched and struggled in Yuji's firm clutch, he did not pull away, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop this from playing out anymore.
Yuji gently pulled up Megumi's sleeve, wet, warm and sticky with blood. Megumi gritted his teeth and winced at the pain of fabric peeling of the fresh wounds. Yuji's eyes shook at the sight of all these cuts being plastered across his poor friend. "Fushiguro.. you do this to yourself?...", he softly asked as he gazed back up at Megumi's face. "Please j-just stop you don't have to worry about me", Megumi pleaded, his voice being muted to a shaky whisper. His eyes were tightly shut not being able to meet Yuji's gaze, he was too ashamed.
Yuji instantly wrapped himself around Megumi, holding him in a tight embrace. Megumi froze like a deer in headlights, his touch starved body so suddenly being cuddled by Yuji's warming Prescence. It almost felt foreign. Yuji only held on tighter as if Megumi was going to fade away. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurting like this?", Yuji whispered, "You don't need to hide this from me, ill always be in your corner no matter what".
Megumi's eyes glossed over as a small, chocked sob escaped his trembling bottom lip. It hurt how surprisingly comforting Yuji's words were, believing he did not deserve comfort like that "hey shhh it will be alright", Yuji cooed into Megumi's ear, slightly panicked worried he may say the wrong thing and hurt Megumi even more . His hand found itself gently stroking through Megumi's long, black hair. Megumi's head sank onto Yuji's shoulder, his tears making a wet patch on his hoodie as he was eaten by embarassment. his whole body trembled as he tried to muffle the whimpers he couldn't stop
He couldn't believe he actually deserved to be comforted by someone as strong and brilliant as Yuji. he was tormented by the shame of being vulnerable to someone he holds so dear. In his eyes, this must be nothing but pitiful to deal with. "I'm sorry for being weak this is so embarrassing", Megumi voice cracked as he mumbled into Yuji's shoulder, still fighting his urge to burst into tears.
"Woah you're not weak not at all!", Yuji quickly reassured Megumi, "You're just hurting and that's okay. Just let me be there for you".
Yuji's voice trembled, overtaken by such strong emotions. He brushed over Megumi's cheek with his thumb whilst trying not to tear up himself.
"I love you too", Megumi admitted. He felt his ears tint a light pink being so upfront like this.
They did not leave Megumi's room for a while, instead resting in each others arms a little longer. Yuji helped patch up Megumi's wounds and stop the bleeding. It still hurt to look at this physical embodiment of Megumi's quiet suffering but the only way to deal with this pain was to deal with it face first.
"hey..", Megumi lightly tugged on Yuji's sleeve catching his attention. They were now both sat on his bed, not really conversating but rather just sitting in a comfortable silence. He already felt his face burning up as he summoned the courage to ask, "Don't leave tonight". He couldn't even bring himself to look Yuji in the eyes knowing he would only turn a brighter red
Yuji felt a small but warming smile spread on his face seeing how flustered Megumi was becoming. He grabbed his hand and reassured him
"I wasn't going anywhere".
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Ok so this my first time writing fanfiction in A WHILE which will be obvious I'm sure😭
This is also my first time writing angst and not x reader so a lot of firsts today🥲
I actually love itafushi though my fav ship!!!
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