something something yuuji, megumi and nobara driving back from a college party. megumi, the only one half sober, has the wheel, eyes on the road as he steers the porsche, one of gojo's many cars. they've got partynextdoor blasting on the sound system — 'sex on the beach', which eventually morphs into 'teenage fever' by drake. yuuji's in the passenger seat, cheeks flushed as he glances outside. the windows are down, wind messing his soft pink hair up. megumi briefly thinks that he looks adorable. the asian flush really does him wonders. nobara, though she usually curls up in the backseat, is perched on his lap, drunkenly mumbling the lyrics. she's not lightweight at all, not like yuuji, but she drank her weight in tequila and she's hammered, eyes glazed over. her skirt is all rumpled up, yuuji's hand resting on her thigh to stop it from flying up. her glittery crop top sparkles under the moon's light, and her lipstick is all smudged. megumi won't say anything once he finds the kiss mark on his neck tomorrow.
