mdni 18+ // everyones an adult // drabble // lowk itafushi x reader 𑣲⋆
notes: I literally just told everyone I wasn't going to write anything else... so... heres this <3
part 1 , part 2
Yuji's been pent up, sexually frustrated for weeks to the point he's spent endless nights jerking off under his blankets, hoping his roommate Megumi won't notice.
But he does—every single night. Yuji's painstakingly obvious, phone on max brightness with blankets covering him as if it'll help. Then the quiet, 'oh shit, oh shit" as he desperately fumbles for the volume, his phone blaring a video of two girls moaning into each other's mouths.
It's even worse when Yuji's getting closer, soft pants slip from his lips, the wet sounds of spit slicked cock picking up—and fuck, it was starting to get irritating as hell. Especially, when Megumi ends up spending hours in the bathroom himself, hips bucking, fucking his fist to the thought of his best friend jerking off across from him.
It was getting so bad that he was losing sleep over it, only managing a couple of hours every night.
So when he hears the familiar shifting of the blankets, he clears his throat.
Yuji stills as Megumi asks, "You awake, Itadori?"
"...uh"
"I know you're jerking off under the covers," he says dryly. "I can't do another fucking night– what's the issue anyway?"
Yuji's cheeks burn—thank god the room was dark. "There's not an… issue."
He looks over at him, "You're a bad liar, you know that?"
"Come on–" he groans, shifting awkwardly.
"Your dick's out, isn't it?"
"...no?" He groans, hand wrapped tight around his cock.
"Prove it then." Megumi challenges, his dick straining against his pjs.
"N-no," his voice comes out in broken pants.
"What are you beating it every night because you can't cum?" He asks, his cock twitching when Yuji's hips jerk up, fucking his hand like his best friend isn't watching.
Yuji's face flushes, "Well… maybe if I had some help, I wouldn't be struggling to cum."
Megumi's beyond flustered, his face burning as the tips of his ears turn red. He slowly gets up, hesitating, before shuffling over to Yuji.
"What if someone… walks in?"
"Like who?" Yuji asks as Megumi sits on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know–" he's a flustered mess tripping over his words. "You don't think that's a little gay, though?"
"Nah, you're just helping out a friend." He reassures Megumi, tugging the blankets down.
Megumi's eyes widen when he sees his cock, massive and veiny, pre leaking down his length from his flustered tip.
"Can I?" He asks, a hand reaching out to replace Yuji's.
"Y-yeah," his breath hitches when he feels Megumi's hand start moving, slow and teasing. "F-fuck… shit, bro, that feels way better than my hand." He tips his head back, biting back a moan.
"Oh shit–" Megumi groans, tugging his pjs down, heavy cock slapping against his shirt as his cum wets the fabric.
"Did… did you just cum?" He peeks at Megumi through glossy eyes.
Megumi's flushed, panting as he strokes himself through his orgasm, cum coating his pretty cock.
"C-couldn't help it," he says, voice shaking.
"Fuck–" without realizing it, Yuji's reaching down, his thumb pressing gently over his leaky tip, leaving Megumi a whimpering mess.
Yuji groans at the filthy sight. "Didn't know you came so easily, Fushiguro."
Megumi rolls his eyes, hand fisting Yuji's cock as he wraps his lips around the tip. He moans around his length, taking him deeper as the door clicks open.
They both freeze, Yuji's hips snapping up in a last effort as milky white streaks Megumi's throat, your eyes widening in horror.
"Oh- fuck- s-sorry I didn't know I-" you fumble over your words, and you're not sure whether to look at them or turn away.
"Fuck Fushiguro, you might cum easy, but your pretty mouth feels amazing."
Your face burns, ears red as you stammer, unable to form a word.
"Are you just gonna stand there, beautiful?"
As always thank u for any comments, reblogs, and likes <33
note - nsfw! 18+ itafushi drabble. i was munching on watermelon thinking about this. i hope you guys like it (edited).
megumi was in the kitchen, slicing a watermelon. itadori was outside with shiro and kuro, trying to tire them out. they lived in a small, modern house, but their personalities shone through the decor. it was a warm day, the sun shining bright through the backyard trees. megumi had the back door open but the screen door closed, listening to itadori play fetch with his dogs. a small smile appeared on his face as he plated the chopped fruit. he cut some pieces for the dogs and saved a few slices for itadori.
fushiguro stepped onto the back porch, the screen door hissing shut behind him. kuro and shiro, tails wagging with unrestrained joy, eagerly approached, collapsing at his feet, their breaths coming in ragged gasps from all the running around they had been doing.
“i cut up the watermelon that was in the fridge. thought it would be refreshing in this heat,” megumi stated, his tone as even as ever. he then placed the diced watermelon into his dog’s outdoor bowls, and they eagerly began to devour the treat.
he handed the watermelon slices to itadori, who looked up at him with a bright smile, and accepted the plate from megumi, his smile widening. they settled into the chairs in the backyard, itadori’s chest heaving as he caught his breath from running around as well. “thank you so much,” he said, placing the plate on his lap and picking up a slice of watermelon.
megumi couldn’t help but admire the sight of itadori’s exhausted yet content expression. itadori messily ate the watermelon, juice dribbling down his chin.
“geez itadori, slow down,” megumi says, causing the pink-haired boy to look up at him, his hazel eyes meeting megumi’s.
he looked perfect like this, eyes half-lidded as he shielded them from the sun, sweat glistening on his forehead, and sweet watermelon juice trickling down his chin.
megumi felt ashamed by what the sight of itadori was doing to him. he shifted in the chair, trying to hide the fact that his dick was strained against his pants, aching to be touched. he felt dirty and perverted getting turned on by something so innocent.
itadori is super attentive, noticing the shift in megumi’s energy. he peered towards him, raising an eyebrow at the dark haired boy, who gripped the sides of the chair trying to ground himself, his knuckles turning white.
“you okay, megumi? is it too hot for you?” yuuji asked him, concern etched across his face. fushiguro swallowed hard, giving a slow nod, and averting his gaze from itadori, afraid he might cream in his pants just from staring too long. “can we go inside?” megumi murmured, furthering his boyfriend’s concern about him. “okay, what’s up? are you sure you alright?” he asked as he followed megumi inside, closing the screen door behind him, leaving the dogs outside to sunbathe for a bit.
suddenly, megumi grabbed itadori’s waist, pulling him closer and suddenly his lips crashed against yuuji’s, his hands tangling in itadori’s pink hair. there were very few times megumi got needy like this. he had no idea what’s gotten into him today. he had yuuji against the kitchen counter, his erection pressed against his thigh. he could taste the watermelon on yuuji’s tongue, causing him to whimper against his boyfriend’s mouth.
megumi didn’t even realize he was grinding against itadori’s muscular thigh until he started panting, face hidden in itadori’s neck.
“megumi, let me help”, itadori said, turning megumi around, pushing him against the counter now, his fingers dipping into his sweatpants and into the waistband of megumi’s boxers.
yuuji’s hand gripped his length causing fuhiguro to shudder. itadori teasingly began stroking megumi’s dick, spreading precum all over his shaft, going painfully slow.
megumi’s head fell to itadori’s shoulder, his hand covering his mouth to supress the sounds he’s making. “c’mon baby, wanna hear and see you”, yuuji muttered, grabbing fushiguro’s wrist and prying his hand away from his mouth, grabbing his chin and forcing eye contact.
itadori’s words alone makes megumi moan. “yuuji, fuck, please—”, megumi stammered, yuuji’s eyes meeting his, he never seen megumi in such a daze like this. his eyes were glassy, cheeks a deep shade of pink, probably from the heat and the pleasure, and his lips were swollen from kissing him so greedily.
“i’ve got you, megumi, it’s okay”, itadori reassured as he rubbed his thumb over megumi’s slit, causing him to gasp as he went back to stroking his shaft.
“faster, please”, megumi begged. yuuji obliged picking up the pace now, megumi’s hand found itadori’s hair once again, tugging slightly, earning a grunt from him.
megumi’s mouth falls open, and itadori takes this as an opportunity to close the gap in between them, presses his lips against megumi’s. itadori’s tongue finding it’s way into his boyfriend’s mouth, as megumi moans into his mouth.
he’s being so noisy today, which was unlike him. usually just quiet gasps and low groans.
“fuck! i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum—”, megumi chants, head thrown back, exposing his neck for itadori to place gentle kissing along.
“cum for me”, yuuji says breathlessly, in between kisses to megumi’s neck. megumi held the back of itadori’s head, moaning loudly as he came.
hot, white ropes of cum shooting over itadori’s knuckles and fingers. “fuck, i’m sorry”, megumi pants.
“don’t be sorry”, yuuji reassures as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking off megumi’s release. “i thought it was hot, no pun intended!” he winked and megumi rolled his eyes, ignoring the blush creeping up his neck.
“whatever.”
Ⓒ all published work belongs to fushigzri! do not copy/plagiarize.
im currently giggling and kicking my feet because i just struck itafushi GOLD !! so i was on ao3 minding my own business and i wanted to read something cute and fluffy and i ended up finding this mini fic series of an itafushi college au and OMG IM SO OBSESSED ITS NOT WVEN FUNNY I HAVE SUCH A BIG FAT GRIN ON MY FAVE FROM JUST THINKING ABOUT THE FICS
AND IT JUST MAKES ME SOSOSO HAPPY LIKE ITS SO CUTE AND ALSO I LOVE HOW THE AUTHOR WRITES IM SUCH CUTE INTIMATE DETAIL ABOUT THEIR ACTIONS, THOUGHT PROCESSES ETC EEEK !! the fic collection is so freaking adorable and im so glad the word count is super long too like YAYAYAYAY IM SO TIRED OF SEEING FICS WITH TAGS LIKE “domestic fluff” “sickfic” “idiots in love” and then the fics end up being like 700 words LIKE THATS NOT ENOUGH I NEED YOU TO DESCRIBE THEIR EVERY BREATH !!
okay but seriously check them out they are all bangers and ohemgee i just love the characterisation of them
[ fluff and angst , light-ish angst , hurt/comfort , self guilt , itadori yuji needs a hug , kissing scars, there was only one bed , itadori yuji has ptsd , itadori yuji needs a hug , post-shibuya incident arc mentions of death , cross-posted on ao3 ]
this fic is inspired by the songs:
“tired” by baebadoobee
“look after you” by the frat
As Itadori got killed by Okkostu, there was only a single thought that ran through his mind, a thought that pained him to think about: he deserved this. He deserved to die. To be punished for all the lives he took in Shibuya.
That day will forever be deeply rooted in his soul. The screams and pain engulfed by the innocent people. The way Nanami and Kugisaki died right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about. He hated himself.
He hated himself for being weak. For not being able to save those people.
He hated being weak because the strength he had wasn't enough to save them and how he has to carry that burden for the rest of his life.
He deserved this. And that is why he didn't give it his all when fighting Okkostu. He had no right to remain with a beating heart after stealing the innocent ones. He remembers it all so clearly. Nanami and Kugisaki.
I'm nothing more than a murderer!
I'm nothing more than a murderer!
I'm nothing more than a murderer!
The words burned his skin, feeding into his mind like a parasite.
The final words of Kugisaki and Nanami will be engraved on him forever.
He still remembers the small smile planted on her lips as blood splattered from half her face, painting Itadori in her red ooze. He wanted to give up.
They were both dead, and Fushiguro was gone. He couldn't do it, it was physically impossible for him to move on from this point.
He started to hyperventilate, his breath unsteady and out of control, his gaze falling on his blood stained hands. It was too much.
His knees gave out and he drops to the floor. He lays on his side and curled his legs to his chest. The broken sobs and the distant screams were all that played in his head on loop.
After this, the soul of Itadori no longer had the will to live.
He was so close to giving up but Todo arrived on cue. Like the universe heard his thoughts and send someone to stop it. But it didn't matter in the end because the damage was already done. The scars on his face earned from his fight with Mahito was a consent reminder of how weak he was.
He failed. He's a murderer. He deserved this.
The pain was finally gone, at least thats what he thought.
Instead of meeting face to face with permanent death like he expected, hoped. He jolts up, the side of his head throbbing in pain as he looks down at his hands.
He's alive.
The sound of fire crackles, heat surrounds him like a warm blanket. Okkostu is staring at him without a word, concentrating on Itadori like hes lost in thought before smiling in relief that Itadori is alive and well.
Confused, Itadori shifts away slightly. What was this dudes deal? Okkostu, who then started explaining that he had to pull an act on killing him and about the conversation he had with Gojo about protecting the first and second year students—specifically Itadori Yuji since he was due for execution.
Itadori clutched his shirt, feeling the warm pool of blood bleed through his fingers. He was beginning to question how he was alive and Okkostu, like he read his mind, explained that he used his reverse curse technique the moment Itadori's heart stopped to immediately heal him.
"You've faked your death before, they're bound to figure it out again but for now they believe your execution was carried." Okkostu explained.
But Itadori didnt want that. He didnt want his death to be fake again. He wanted the execution to be fulfilled—for real this time. He needed to ask, thats the least he could give up.
"Its not your fault," Okkostu said softly, like he knew exactly was Itadori was thinking.
"What?"
"What happened in Shibuya. The power you shoulder isn't yours. It’s not your fault."
Itadori stares at him blankly, his body sagging in exhaustion. No, hes wrong. He closes his eyes and shakes his head as he tries to keep it together. He tries to believe the words Okkostu brought out but his guilt was stronger than that. That's not true, he thought. It is his fault.
"It doesn't matter who’s to blame or not.. i—" The words get stuck in his throat. Avoiding all eye contact, he swallows the lump thats preventing him from speaking. "I killed them,"
The words leave a harsh taste in his mouth, but its true. Okkostu doesn't get it. He wasn't the one who had to watch himself kill everyone without having control of his body. He's not the one who was weak. They were all gone. And Fushiguro—
Fushiguro…
"Itadori," a voice called out, more harshly than intended. Itadori tensed. He knew that voice all to well. The voice that soothed him. The voice that shielded him. The voice that reminded him everything will be okay as long as they were together and that the second they get separated the whole world begins to shatter.
The voice he didnt expect to hear again because he hasn't heard it since Shibuya.
Itadori forcefully shut his eyes. That wasn't real, he was only imagining it. Fushiguro wasn't here. He wasn't, he wasn't, he was—
A strong grip laid upon his forearm and only then did he allow his eyes to open and face the person behind him.
Fushiguro.
Itadori was at loss of words. Here in front him stood Fushiguro. Here he stood with that same stern expression on his face. Green eyes that glowed from the reflection of the campfire, his hair slightly messy like he didnt bother fixing it. God, he looks just as beautiful as the day he lost him.
"What are you doing? Lets go," he asks, trying to tug Itadori off the ground but he doesn't budge. He can't. He can't move on like everything's normal because its not.
"Fushiguro, i—" He looks away, refusing to let Fushiguro see him like this, to see him for the monster that he is. "I cant do this anymore.."
"Do what?"
"Anything! I cant just move on and pretend like everything's okay, like its normal, like nothing happened. I killed people.." he nods subtly to himself like hes convincing himself its all true. "A lot of people… its because of m—"
"No stop. don't you dare put this on yourself."
Itadori bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to leave a bitter taste on his tongue. Okkostu, who was sitting down watching the scene unfold, shifted awkwardly before pushing himself up. "I'll give you two some space."
Silence falls between them as Okkostu leaves the two of them. Itadori is still avoiding eye contact, finding more interest on the debris covered ground.
Then, quietly, "It's because of us, Itadori. You cannot blame only yourself for this." Fushiguro reassured.
Of course he would say that.
Fushiguro sighs. He isn't good at this, reassuring and comforting people like this. Growing up he never really had to do it. Not even to Tsumiki. But that all changed when he met Itadori because he makes him want to try if he means Itadori wont do anything stupid. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he takes a step closer to Itadori, kneeling down he can see the lines of art on him.
"Hey," Fushiguro says softly. His tone is different now, more quiet as he carefully reaches for Itadoris cheek, turning his head care painstakingly to finally meet his gaze. "You can't give up now because you want to."
"I couldn't save anyone, Fushiguro… I wasn't strong enough and i have the stupid scars that'll remind me of it." His voice breaks as he speaks but he forces it away.
"My goal was to save as many people as i can, and i couldn't do that. I failed," he looks back down.
Fushiguro hated seeing him like this because it wasn't true. Itadori was the strongest person he knew and if anyone could save people, it was him. But he knows the events of Shibuya left a permanent ache that not even he could soothe. "So start by saving me."
Itadori's eyes widen as he lifts head back up. Fushiguro traces the scar by the corner of his lips with the pad of his thumb. Itadori watches him, his eyes softening as he takes notice of how Fushiguro is looking at him like hes the most precious thing in the world to him.
Quietly, he asks, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fushiguro meets his eyes. Those beautiful soft honey brown eyes that he loves so much. "Like what?"
"Like im worth loving…" Itadori shrugs.
“You are worth loving.” He replied
Itadori lingered silently. A part of him wanted to believe Fushiguros words but the voice in his head refuses to acknowledge it because of what hes done. Without a second thought, Fushiguro leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the scar across his face. Every bad thought Itadori had suddenly vanishing in its wake.
He closes his eyes, allowing himself to feel the pressure of his soft lips on him. Resting his hands on Fushuguro's shoulders, he leans his forehead against his. It was so quiet between them that the sound of their heartbeats began to merge into one.
"Am i not too much?" Itadori asked, barely audible that you could miss it if you weren't paying attention. He stayed still, his shoulders flexing, grip tightening on Fushiguros shoulders. He was scared of his answer.
Fushiguro shook his head almost too quickly. His hand snaked behind Itadori's head, fingers slipping into his bubblegum hair. Then, finally, "You're everything."
He reaches for one of Itadoris hand, holding it in his own as he turns his palm upwards and traces across his creases. Each line of his palm telling a story that Fushiguro wanted nothing more but to learn each one.
He was never an affectionate person. He didnt know how to love someone properly. But with Itadori, the act of loving became like breathing. Loving him became as easy as breathing. A nature instinct. And it was the same with Itadori. He loves Fushiguro so much that it became rooted in his soul. A sincere and silent promise between him and the universe that in every lifetime he would find Fushiguro.
And in every life time he would love him more and more. A binding vow.
"Listen to me, i don't want you to carry this burden by yourself. I'll carry it with you, forever."
Itadori knew better than to argue against him right now so instead he nodded in understanding.
"Good, now you wanna tell me why your shirt is drenched in blood?"
"Oh, I was sentenced to execution so Okkostu took that position so no one else did, but he did as in act because sensei told him to look after me, i guess."
"Okay… that doesn't explain why your shirt is bloody"
Fushiguro nods, humming as he took in the information. His eyes fall on Itadoris shirt before he makes a final decision.
“Alright,” he stood up and extends his hand out. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
"Back to Jujutsu high?"
"No," he shook his hand, pulling Itadori up on his feet when their hands interlock. "Not today anyways. There's a hotel nearby, we can stay there for tonight, get you all cleaned up. Can you stand?"
Itadori nods. He winces slightly from a sharp pain on the side of his head. Fushiguro helped him up and wrapped Itadoris arm around his neck while his hand snaked around his waist.
A night with Fushiguro is exactly what he needs right now. Walking out the room hand to hand, they run into Okkostu and informs him that they were be staying at a hotel.
The hotel wasn't far. Itadori had half of his body weight leaning on Fushiguro, his body heat giving his own comfort and warmth.
As the hotel came more into view, Fushiguro shifted his body to push the doors open and carefully making his way inside with Itadori.
Nearing the reception table, he leans on the counter. "We would like a room for the night."
The lady behind the desk nods and she scans the catalog book. "We have one available at 505, it's only one bed though, is that alright?"
Heat flushed on both Fushiguro and Itadoris face. One bed.
Itadori felt Fushiguros muscles tense underneath him. With his free hand that wasn't holding Itadori, he nervously scratched the back of his neck.
Swallowing a small lump in his throat, he spoke. "That's uh, that's fine…"
He received a confused look from the reception lady before shrugging it off. Pushing back on her chair, she grabbed the keycard that was assigned to room 505.
"Here you are," She extends her hand and Fushiguro took the keycard from her grasps.
He lifted the card up slightly. "Thanks,"
"I can walk on my own, Fushiguro," Itadori muttered.
"You sure? I don't mind helping you."
He nods. "I'm sure,"
Fushiguro sighs and lets go of Itadori. As they make their way to the elevator, he kept glancing back on Itadori, making sure he's okay and still following.
He presses the button and the elevator doors open up shortly. Itadori steps in first, then Fushiguro. He presses the button leading to the fifth floor.
Itadori is quiet. Which isn't like his normal self and Fushiguro can tell that the events of Shibuya left an indescribable mark on his soul.
This is something that's forever going to haunt him.
Fushiguro wants to do something, anything, that'll at least take Itadoris mind off it but he's aware he can only do so much.
The elevator doors opens, the two of them leaving and walking down the hall till their room number comes to sight.
Fushiguro scans the the keycard, the door making a little beep sounds as it unlocks. He pushes the door open and waits for Itadori to walk in first before shutting the door.
Itadori stands awkwardly by the window, deep in his thoughts. Fushiguro, who was standing by the door, walks carefully behind him, placing a gentle grip on his shoulder.
"I'll go warm up a bath for you," Fushiguro says quietly as he lets his hand fall from Itadori. Itadoris eyes close from the sudden cold and emptiness that was once accompanied by Fushiguros hand.
Fushiguro enters the bathroom and turns on the faucet. As the water is filling up, he dips his hand in the water to feel if it's hot enough. He pushes himself up, wiping his wet hands on a nearby towel before calling out to Itadori.
"Baths ready."
The sound of Fushiguros soft voice broke him out of a trance. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom, he was in no rush.
Fushiguro left the bathroom to give him privacy. Itadori then closed the door and gripped the corners of the counter, staring at himself in the mirror.
Staring at the monster who's staring back at him with a sinister smile.
He shuts his eyes tightly. There's no point in dwelling on it any longer, he knows that. And yet, all he sees when he closes his eyes are the faint memories of the pain he created.
He can't be alone right now, it's too much. He can feel how his chest tightens, how he's gripping the counters so hard that his knuckles are turning white, how his breathing became unsteady and hectic.
I'm a monster
I'm a monster
It's all my fault
Itadori squeezes his eyes tighter in hopes it'll block out the noise, but it does nothing. Then, as if he sensed something wrong, Fushiguro knocked faintly on the door before peeking his head in. He enters and closes the door behind him.
"Itadori?" He placed his hand in Itadoris bicep, causing him to jump. He immediately relaxed when he saw Fushiguro.
Sighing, "Sorry.. Could you um.. stay with me?"
Fushiguro heart thrummed in his chest but he agrees due to the fact that he knows how hard this must be for him.
Itadori carefully strips off his shirt, eyeing himself in the mirror , taking note on how his skin still has the remain blood stains. He couldn't even look at himself. Not like this.
Fushiguro turned around as Itadori removed the rest of his clothes and sat in the bath. The warmth of the water spread throughout his body and calmed his thoughts.
Fushiguro carefully sat behind him and grabs a cup nearby. He fills it up with water and wets Itadoris hair, making sure to cover his eyes so water didn't get in them.
Itadori closed his eyes and sunk back into him. Fushiguro was always able to make him relax when the world went to chaos.
His body slowly but surely relaxed at the touch of Fushiguro. He washed his hair and bathed his back. The blood stains that were once there now vanished by the gentle hands of an angel.
They both stayed like that for a moment, letting all the tension from before fade away. Everything that happened in Shibuya and everything that will happen after this point on, none of that matters to Itadori right now.
Right now, in this very moment, the only thing that matters to him is that the love of his life is okay and in his grasp. Surely Itadori wouldn't know how to move on with life if anything had happened to Fushiguro.
There wouldn't even be a life.
Because in all reality, Fushiguro is his life.
And he would burn the whole world to the ground if life was cruel enough to take him away from him too.
Fushiguro grabs a towel hanging by the rack and gives it to Itadori. With a quiet "Thanks." he stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist.
"I have some extra clothes in my bag you can wear." Fushiguro said as he took out a pair of black sweatpants and t-shirt.
At the sight, Itadori couldn't help but smile a bit at the poor color options Fushiguro has when it comes to clothes.
He grabs the clothes from his grasps, his fingers brushing against Fushiguros in its wake.
He got dressed in Fushiguros clothes, his movements slow and weary. His gaze drops to the floor, suddenly he wants to cry. He wants to cry so bad.
Fushiguro turns to look at him, seeing how he's avoiding eye contact and how his lip trembles. His eyes soften momentarily as he cups Itadoris face. His cold fingers yet warm palm was enough to finally make Itadori look at him.
There was so much he was feeling right now, and he couldn't even begin to express it into words. But Fushiguro knew that.
He knew Itadori well enough to be able to read his emotions just by a simple glance at him.
He tugs Itadori into a hug and that's when he breaks. Everything he's been trying to keep in, he lets out. He soaks the shirt of Fushiguro with his sobs, gripping him so tightly to make sure he's real and not a fragment of his imagination.
He buries his face into the crook of Fushiguros neck, mumbling: "I'm tired, Fushiguro. I'm so tired…"
Fushiguro brushed his back hairs, something he knew always soothed Itadori when he panicked like this. He takes a deep breath, savoring his closeness. "I know, but it's okay. We don't have to exist to the world right now."
He pulls back just enough to see Itadoris face that was stained with glossy tears. Fushiguro still found him just as beautiful.
He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, then the scar in between his eyes, then the scar beside his lip before finally, their lips meeting in a gentle, slow kiss.
A small tear slipped from Itadoris eyes and Fushiguro immediately wiped it away with his thumb.
He broke away from the kiss, his hand snaking to lock with Itadori. He brings his hand to his lips, placing a small kiss on his knuckles. "Let's go to bed, okay?"
Itadori nods slightly, a subtle expression of vulnerability and they both slip under the covers. Fushiguro opened his arms wide enough for Itadori to fit into. They fit too well, almost like the universe created them just for each other and no one else. He pulled the covers over them and tangled his fingers in Itadoris pink hair.
Itadori shut his eyes. Being beside Fushiguro was always enough to calm him down. He knew that tomorrow they would have to return to Jujutsu high and talk to Tengen about the Culling Games. But right now, that wasn't important to him.
In this moment, for the first time in a while, Itadori Yuji was content.
Tags: itafushi, megumi x itadori, bl, aged up characters, modern!au, side of SatoSugu, crack, NO SMUT, unserious joke about suicide, maybe some tension and suggestion though, megumi wants that cookie so damn bad, hey what’s junpei doing here???
Synopsis: There should only be ONE emo boy in Itadori’s heart, and it damn well wasn’t going to be the one who died in season one.
An: If you don’t ship itafushi, don’t read this LOL. This was so fun to write honestly. I didn’t take it too seriously. You shouldn’t either. The idea just popped up, and I wanted to write it as a palette cleanser from all the dark shit I’ve been conjuring up.
Megumi was going to need a dentist.
Yep, he was surely going to need to take Gojo’s precious black card and pay for all new veneers because his teeth were practically going to be dust by the time this visit was over.
It shouldn’t bother him this badly. His best friend and long-term crush was only visiting with his childhood best friend.
Itadori was a fucking saint. A ray of sunshine and pretty pink flowers on a rainy day. He exuded kindness and thoughtfulness in everything he did. He was unapologetically himself, even if he was a total dork. He was charming as all hell. It was no wonder how he was so popular.
Megumi wasn’t the only one that was blessed enough to feel his warmth, and that thought was sickening enough.
Usually, the black-haired male didn’t necessarily care about all the attention Itadori received. He didn’t bat an eye when Todo would unabashedly sling his arm across Itadori’s shoulders. He couldn’t care less when Nobara would sit on Itadori’s knees and apply skin care to his face, and he definitely never cared whenever Hana would run up to Itadori and give him one of the biggest hugs ever.
So, why was it bothering him so bad that Junpei was simply sitting next to Itadori… laughing at his god awful jokes? They were clearly close… Their knees casually leaned up against each others as they weren’t afraid of touching.
Maybe it was because Junpei laughed really hard at Itadori’s shitty jokes? Everyone loved Itadori, but it wasn’t because of his sense of humor. That was for certain.
Maybe he hated Junpei because he just sprung up out of thin air? Gojo had just shown up with Junpei with basically no forewarning. He knew how much Megumi hated when he did that.
Maybe it was because they had history together? History that didn’t involve Megumi. Maybe he felt some weird claim and ownership over Itadori because he was the first one out of the group of students to meet him. They had known each other the longest… even if it was only by a couple of days.
Or maybe it was because Junpei had that fuck ass haircut. The 2009 emo boy look was so stupid, and it didn’t help that he was wearing a My Chemical Romance t-shirt… It was an exact carbon copy of the one in Megumi’s closet.
“What about you, Megs?” Yuji voice snapped Megumi out of his train of thought. He looked up at the two pairs of eyes that were waiting for his response. Shit. He had been so focused on trying to deduce the status of their relationship that he hadn’t been listening for the past ten minutes.
“Hm? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” He responded casual enough. It wasn’t unlike him to mentally check out of conversations… especially whenever Itadori brought up that godforsaken human earthworm movie.
“I was just trying to see if you wanted to go see a movie with Junpei and I?” Itadori asked without even skipping a beat.
Junpei and I?
Junpei and I!?
They were like some fucking package deal or something. No, he’d rather drop dead than go hangout with them. He couldn’t stand to see them together for any longer.
“I don’t have anything else better to do.” Megumi sighed in agreement. He couldn’t stand to see them together, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of them going on a date alone! Sorry Junpei, Megs was definitely going to tag along and be a complete cockblock for him.
“Really? Hell yeah!” Itadori grinned as he quickly sat up from the couch, exuding excited puppy energy. Megumi never wanted to go to the movies with him, so this was a treat. His two best friends going with him to see a movie! What could be better?
“Kugisaki!! Come with us!” Itadori shouted towards the short brunette, who was currently sitting at the table with Hana, painting her nails.
“I’d rather kill myself. Thanks!” Kugisaki called back to him, causing for him to pout in response. That’s fine. It was good enough that Megumi and Junpei were tagging along.
Yuji knew how much they had in common with each orher. He at least hoped they’d finally talk on the way to the movie theatre.
Megumi leaned his head back against the couch, and he started to dial Ijichi’s number for a ride. Despite being legal adults, none of them had their license yet. Why get a license when Gojo’s money and staff supported all of them?
It was a little while later when Ijichi pulled the car up. Megumi’s stomach flipped as he thought about the seating arrangement for the car. It was something he hadn’t considered yet.
The three of them could pile into the backseat, except that would be three tall men piled into the backseat. That would be far too uncomfortable. Itadori was the tallest. He could sit up front, but… that would leave Megumi and Junpei in the back seat.. no thanks.
They could have Junpei sit up front. Then, Megumi could sit in the back with Itadori and…
Oh look, Itadori was already opening the backdoor for Junpei and ushering him in before sliding in beside him… how nice.
Megumi was left brooding in the front seat, internally cursing himself for coming along. Being a cockblock required getting and keeping Itadori’s attention, but he had no fucking idea how to do that.
Their relationship had always been Itadori reaching out to Megumi, and the brunette acting indifferent towards him. Megumi envied him for being able to reach out to others so confidently.
“Gojo said he’d be home later tonight, Fushiguro.” Ijichi informed meekly, sensing the other’s frustration. He was just trying to make small talk, but Megumi really wasn’t in the mood today. He actually was never in the mood, but today was worse.
“I already told you to call me Megumi. You’ve known me since I was a kid.” He rolled his eyes at Ijichi, never understanding why the man insisted on using his last name.
“Right… right.” Ijichi fumbled over his words as he continued to drive. Megumi was grateful yet also hated the silence between them. Now, he could hear Yuji yapping to Junpei about the latest horror movie release.
They hadn’t stopped fucking talking since Junpei showed up. It was unnerving. Unnatural. No one had that much to say, did they?
“God, I wish you would’ve been there, Junpei. Megs hated that movie. You would’ve enjoyed it though.” Itadori said with a small laugh.
It was like a knife to Megumi’s gut. All this time they spent together… had Yuji been comparing him to Junpei? Had he secretly wished the Junpei was there instead of Megumi?
Aaaannd his teeth were grinding together again. He propped his head up with his hand, glaring out the car window. He wasn’t a cockblock at all. Fuck, he was a third wheel.
He debated on faking some sort of illness to stay behind in the car, but he knew Ijichi would’ve taken any opportunity to take him to see Shoko. Shoko would’ve found out quickly that nothing was wrong with him, and she would’ve forced him to explain why he faked being sick.
He trailed behind the two as they walked into the movie theatre. They were constantly bumping their arms together as they walked in perfect sync.
Junpei was a little smaller than Megumi, so he came up just to Itadori’s shoulder. Did Itadori prefer shorter men? He liked tall girls… Did that translate to men as well?
He knew Itadori didn’t care about gender. He had revealed such over a game of truth or dare. Kugisaki had asked if Itadori would ever date a guy. Megumi’s ears subtly perked up with the pink-haired male said he really didn’t care what gender someone was. He only looked for personality. With a bit more digging, Kugisaki had taken the honor of labeling Itadori as pansexual, and the young man agreed with such.
Megumi was glad that no one had pressed about his sexuality. It’s not that he was ashamed of being gay. Hell, shame wasn’t a thing when you had Gojo as a parent. He just didn’t want there to be that weird awkward tension that always happens between two friends when they find out each of them like the same sex.
It happened in middle school once. He was finally coming to terms with his sexual identity with the help of Geto. He came out of the closet to his closest (and only) friend in middle school, and there was a pregnant pause when his friend replied, “Wait really? I also like guys.”
He honestly preferred coming out to straight men. Sure, they’d make the common mistake of saying, “Well, as long as you don’t hit on me. We’re cool, dude.” but at least there was no complicated feelings when Megumi would always reply with them not being his type.
Lost in thought, he had completely been acting on autopilot this entire time. He didn’t even realize that they were already in the movie theatre until he sat next to Itadori. Junpei sat on the other side.
Itadori held a large bowl of popcorn on his lap. It was more than enough for the three of them to share, especially because Megumi despised popcorn. There was too many times when Gojo would try to serve popcorn as a meal to him as a young kid.
Granted, Gojo was a teen dad who ran off of sugar and desserts, so he really didn’t know any better either. Geto would always come by and save the day with his cooking.
A small tap on his thigh had Megumi tensing. He slightly flinched before snapping his gaze at Itadori.
“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispered with a soft laugh. Even though it was dark, Megumi could still see how bright his smile was. It made his heart skip a beat. Christ, he was whipped. “Here. I know you don’t like popcorn.”
Itadori gently nudged Megumi’s thigh once again with a bag of American salty chips. It was one of his favorite kinds. Did Itadori by chance know that was his favorite..? If he did, was that something that friends did for each other?
It’s better not to read too deeply into it. He slowly took the chips from his friend’s hand. “Thanks.” He muttered as he just stared at the chip bag. Something about the small token kindness made his heart swell. Itadori didn’t get Junpei his own special snack.
“Don’t mention it.” His friend replied, immediately shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Megumi took a deep breath, and he tried to relax in his seat. Finally, rational thought was beginning to come back to him.
Junpei was only visiting for today and tomorrow. If there was some weird tension between him and Itadori, it’s probably just lingering feelings of their past. Megumi really had no right to be jealous. It’s not like he had ever expressed his feelings to him. He had no claim on Itadori.
Junpei would be leaving soon and flying back off to wherever the hell he lived now. This would be a funny memory in the future.
All was well… until Megumi caught a glimpse of the two men whispering to each other and laughing. Their hands kept bumping together in the popcorn bucket. Itadori was leaned against Junpei so they could hear each other better.
Fuck this. This was torture to witness. Junpei could get fucked for all Megumi cared. Who needs to visit their childhood best friend for a full two days, and who cared if Megumi had no claim over Itadori!? He was still his best friend. That had to count for something.
The movie Itadori had chosen, Human Tarantula, was nothing like Human Earthworm. It took a horror twist upon the movie, and there was little to no romance.
If Megumi wanted his attention, he was going to have to fight for it.
Even though the jump scares were pretty predictable, the next one that happened, Megumi sharply inhaled, and his hand latched onto Itadori’s thigh, feigning terror from the movie.
The pink-haired male straightened, and he looked away from Junpei for once as he looked over at Megumi. He never usually got scared during these films. Did… did Megumi have a secret fear of spiders?
Itadori leaned into Megumi, his mouth next to his friend’s ear as he softly whispered a, “You alright?” to him.
The brunette was thankful it was too dark in the movie theatre for Itadori to see how much that affected him. His cheeks flushed a soft red, and he carefully removed his hand from his friend’s thigh. “I’m fine..” He responded, not risking a glance in Itadori’s direction.
Itadori softly laughed. It was totally like Megumi to act like he wasn’t scared. The pink-haired male just didn’t expect him to be so afraid of spiders. It was cute though. He made a mental note of it. He would be the designated person to take care of spiders if they ever crawled their way into the house.
It wasn’t five minutes later until Itadori and Junpei were all huddled up together once again. They weren’t even talking. They were just leaned against each other, enjoying the movie together… like a couple.
It made Megumi’s stomach turn. He had to act scared to get Itadori’s attention even for just a minute. Meanwhile the emo with the fucked ass haircut can manage to keep his attention the entire day.
Junpei was getting to experience Itadori whispering into his ear constantly throughout the entire movie — something that Megumi only got to experience once, and it was something he craved again.
He was about to just excuse himself to the bathroom to go hide in self-deprecation. He was tired of third wheeling, and he was certainly fucking tired of hearing Junpei giggle at Itadori’s comments.
A scene played on the giant movie screen of a whole nest of baby spiders crawling around. It was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl with disgust. The sound alone made Megumi’s hair stand up on the back of his neck. He wasn’t actually afraid of spiders, but he also didn’t fuck with them either.
A hand rested on his knee, and Megumi tensed. Itadori casually had his palm on the brunette’s knee. He focused on his breathing — trying to not appear as if he was about to die over such a simple touch.
Itadori was clearly just trying to soothe him. It’s not like this is a romantic gesture. No, this is just what friends did for each other, right..?
His thumb gently stroked the outer part of his knee, and Megumi gripped onto the arm rest of the chair like he was fighting for his life. His heart was racing in his chest. Butterflies swarmed his stomach. Itadori and him were close, but they had never even shared a hug before. They weren’t the type of friends to casually share touches… like him and Junpei were.
Of course, on the outside, Megumi looked terrified. Itadori genuinely pitied his friend. He would’ve chosen a different movie if he knew about Megumi’s aversion to spiders.
His hand continued to caress his friend’s knee, thinking this would be a soothing motion to ease his terror, but Megumi was nearly shaking.
Itadori leaned over against him once more. “We can go if you’re not having a good time.” His breath brushed against the shell of his ear, causing Megumi to shudder.
“I’m fine.” He managed to get out in a low, steady tone.
Itadori gave his knee one good squeeze before continuing to rub circles around his knee. Megumi swallowed harshly as he tried to keep his breath slow and steady.
The rest of the movie went by painfully fast. Megumi couldn’t focus with Itadori’s hand on his knee, and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. His hand itched to just reach down and hold it, but he was too nervous. He kept trying to remind himself that Itadori was likely only doing this so he could be a good friend.
The loss of contact had Mugumi’s heart sinking down into his stomach. Itadori was right back to being all up Junpei’s ass. Were they in some weird ass throuple situation? Is that what people thought about them as they saw them in passing? Two emos sharing a golden retriever?
Returning home, Gojo was sitting at the dining room table, playing on his Nintendo Switch before he looked up at the three with starry eyes. Megumi had forgotten Ijichi mentioned Gojo would be home this afternoon.
During the school semesters, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara would all go live on the college campus they all went to. However, it was summer time, so they all stayed at Megumi’s since Nobara and Itadori really didn’t have any family.
Megumi’s house was expansive thanks to Gojo’s handsome check from being the clan head. Geto’s income also helped a bit, but he mainly ran a nonprofit for disadvantaged children.
Hell, their home was like a nonprofit for disadvantaged children. It felt like the collected orphans like pokemon cards. First Megumi when he was seven, now several college students found refuge in Gojo’s house.
Hell, Junpei was probably an orphan too. They were really trying to catch ‘em all.
“Gumiii~!” Gojo called out to his child by that god awful nickname that Megumi hated. He was eternally grateful that Itadori had landed on calling him ‘Megs’ instead. “How was the movie?” He asked.
Junpei and Itadori had already settled right back on the couch right next to each other, going back and forth about the voice actors for the movie they just watched.
“Outside.” Megumi grumbled as he grabbed his adoptive dad by the collar of his shirt and comedically dragged him backwards until they were in the backyard.
“Why the fuck did you bring him here, and when the fuck is he leaving exactly?” Megumi asked as soon as the door shut behind them.
“Grouchy.” Gojo laughed, scratching the back of his neck once his son released him. “I guess the movie wasn’t that good, was it?” He asked, clearly just trying to egg the brunette on.
“Gojo.” Megumi’s tone was low and threatening. His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides. Small crescent shapes were likely indented into his skin from how tight his grip was.
“Okay, okay- No need for the government name, Gumi.” Gojo responded with his hands up in a dramatic surrendering expression. “Itadori had mentioned having only one close childhood best friend one time, and I decided that a reunion was very much needed.”
Megumi’s jaw tightened. He had really filled out his frame since he was a teenager. He still wasn’t as tall as Gojo, lanky bastard, but he wasn’t as defenseless as he use to be. And he honestly debated fighting his adoptive dad.
“So, anyone can just mention to you about a previous friend, and you’ll go dig them up and fly them out?” He asked in a careful tone. His voice was low and filled with misplaced anger.
Gojo pretended to contemplate Megumi’s question before finally giving a response. “If they give me pretty puppy dog eyes, yes.”
“He begged..?” Megumi’s anger was swiftly forgotten, replaced with shell-shock. Itadori had been so desperate to reconnect with Junpei that he begged Gojo to find him and fly him out..? His stomach coiled from the news, and his face paled.
Gojo chose his next words very carefully. “He said he wondered how Junpei had been getting along, and he missed their long talks about movies.”
It was enough to send Megumi straight to his room, locking the door behind him. He knew he had just been mindlessly jealous thus far today, but this level of self pity was unprecedented.
His long-term crush wasn’t fulfilled enough in his friendship with him. He had to go search out his old childhood best friend likely to rekindle old nostalgic feelings. They got along great. There hadn’t been a moment of silence in the house since Junpei had arrived.
Fuck. The memory of Gojo showing up with Junpei flooded Megumi’s mind. Gojo’s stupid ass had shoved Junpei into a box to make a grand reveal. Megumi was too surprised to notice how Itadori’s eyes gleamed and how he ran straight up to Junpei to envelop his body into a tight hug.
Even now, Gojo was sitting downstairs with Junpei and Itadori as they played a board game. It was sickening to think about.
Maybe… maybe he should just move on from Itadori. There was clearly nothing between them on Itadori’s side. He should take on a few more classes during the fall semester and bury himself in his studies to forget about his crush.
A soft knock at his door had him wiping his face, making sure no residue tears were left behind. “What?” He called out in an unamused tone.
“Don’t what me.” Geto’s calm voice filled the room, and Megumi immediately moved to unlock the door for his other adoptive dad.
Megumi knew better than to pick a fight with Geto as he was the lawmaker in the house, and Gojo would back him all the way to the moon over anything.
“Sorry…” He muttered as he sat back down on his bed, avoiding eye contact with the other male.
“Why are you up here moping? Nanako and Mimiko are even downstairs socializing, and you know how hard it is to get those girls to do anything besides stare at their phones and laugh at each other.” Geto said as he took a seat down on the bed next to Megumi.
Megumi shrugged his shoulders. There was no way he was about to vent out his frustrations right now. He already felt too vulnerable and raw. He didn’t need anyone else knowing what was going on.
Too bad for him, Geto was perceptive as hell. He was always the first to notice when Megumi would go on downward spirals like this… probably because he went through the same thing.
Geto’s episodes were far and few between nowadays, but he still had his days. Gojo had luckily gotten better at picking up on Geto’s warning signs, and he’d always do whatever was necessary to bring his husband back to life.
“You know… I remember I use to hate this girl back in college. She was brash, strong, and had long dark hair that rivaled my own.” Geto said as he looked at his son. He knew without even having to ask. Megumi was clearly stricken with jealousy and grief.
“So?” The brunette asked, giving Geto a raised eyebrow.
“So, Satoru was too touchy with her. He always use to tease her until she went red in the face, and they way he said her name had me plotting her demise. Uttaahimmee~” Geto mocked Gojo’s teasing tone of voice, earning a faint smile out of Megumi.
“We weren’t dating at the time, and I’d say we barely even had a situationship going. I felt like I had no right to be so jealous. I usually tried to play along, until I found myself retracting from what Satoru and I had been building.” He went on, recounting their teenage years fondly.
“I almost let him go, but I decided to give a last ditch effort. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if I had retracted completely instead of just telling him how I felt? He admitted that he was only acting that way so I’d feel jealous. He thought it’d make me want him more. What an idiot.” He laughed, and Megumi joined in with his own soft laughs.
“Thanks. I know what you’re trying to do..” Megumi said with a soft smile planted on his face. “But I don’t think Itadori is doing this to get a rise out of me.”
“Certainly not. That boy doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t perhaps like seeing that jealous side of you.” Geto said, raising his eyebrows with suggestion that had Megumi shoving him out of his room with embarrassment. His dads were too cool joking about that stuff with him, even if he was grown now.
After a few moments of reflection, he set forth a plan in his mind before collecting himself mentally. He was going to allow himself to feel jealous without any judgment.
He walked downstairs, and he lingered around the back of the couch as he watched his sisters, Itadori, Junpei, and Gojo all playing some sort of board game.
Itadori and Junpei were nearly on fucking top of each other. It was disgusting. He let out a disgruntled noise of dissatisfaction as he climbed over the couch to sit on Itadori’s other side.
“Hey Megs. I was going to go check on you after this round.” He said as he freed himself away from Junpei.
“It’s fine.” He said as he placed a firm hand over Itadori’s knee. Butterflies once again swarmed his stomach. He really couldn’t touch the other without getting all flustered. He tried to control his breathing, and he forced his voice to be steady. “What are you playing?” He asked.
Itadori noticed the sudden hand on his knee, but he didn’t dare to comment on it. “We’re playing Life.”
“Speaking of which, it’s your turn, Yuji.” Junpei spoke up, interrupting their small interaction.
Megumi glared at Junpei unapologetically until every person in that room felt uncomfortable.
“Actually, I completely forgot. I have a livestream to go watch!” Mimiko said as she hurried out of the living room.
“Me too-“ Nanako added as she chased after her twin sister up the stairs.
“I think I hear Suguru calling for me.” Gojo said with a knowing grin as he leisurely left the living room as well.
“Well…” Junpei muttered lowly as he looked around. “Maybe we can watch another movie, Yuji..?”
Megumi didn’t miss how Junpei clearly didn’t intend on inviting him to their plans. His teeth ground together, but he stayed silent, waiting to see what Itadori’s response would be.
“I… actually need to shower. It’s getting late, and Todo expects me to be in the gym every morning at 5 o’clock sharp.” Itadori said as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
Good boy. Megumi thought to himself.
“I’ll bring you down some blankets and pillows. Hana’s currently taking up the guest room, but you and I can camp-“ A disapproving growl from Megumi had Itadori quickly rethinking what he was saying. He felt the brunette’s hand tighten around his knee. “You and I can… catch up tomorrow.” He quickly adjusted his words.
“Yeah, sure.. That’s fine.” Junpei nodded as he got comfortable on the couch. Yuji stood up, and Megumi followed along right behind him. It took work to keep the smug expression off his face. He finally fucking won. He was officially a cockblock.
His smug victory was cut short when he was swiftly jerked into the bathroom, and his back was pressed against a wall. The door shut, and the lock clicked into place. Itadori’s hands trapped him in, and he looked up at his tall friend with wide eyes.
“Mind telling me what’s going on with you?” Itadori spoke in a voice that was not at all intimidating, but it was more concerning than anything.
“I don’t know what you’re-“ A hand placed firmly under his jaw had Megumi’s heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He secretly hoped Itadori couldn’t hear it.
This was straight out of his fantasies. His friend keeping him still against a wall, forcing his gaze up into his big brown eyes. He had the face of an angel, but his actions spoke to a hidden darkness underneath.
“Don’t lie to me, Megs.” Itadori spoke with a frown. It looked like disappointment on his face, making Megumi feel slightly remorseful for the bold display of jealousy. Though, he wouldn’t have had to do that if Yuji and Junpei weren’t so annoyingly close.
“You’ve been up Junpei’s ass since he got here. It’s like you forgot you have other friends around.” Megumi finally fessed up as he tried to jerk his jaw away from Itadori’s grasp. He only tightened more around his jaw.
“That’s what your mood has been about?” Itadori asked with a laugh. A laugh. Megumi could feel his anger boiling over as if he wanted to explode right then, feeling so invalidated by the guy he had longed for-
His train of thought completely stopped as he felt a pair of lips upon his own. No way was this happening right now. He literally had to look down and check. Yep, Itadori was kissing him right now.
After the smallest moment of hesitancy, Megumi instantly melted into the kiss, looping his arms around Yuji’s neck and swallowing down each and every small noise he made.
The kiss was short, but it was lust-filled on both sides. Itadori was gently panting with a dumb grin on his face as he eyed his best friend. Megumi face had a subtle blush to it, and he was avoiding his gaze.
“Does that make you feel better? I didn’t take you for such a brat, Fushiguro.” Yuji gently teased, squeezing onto Megumi harder as he tried to get out of his grasp.
“What did you just call me?” Megumi asked as he was trying to fight Yuji’s hulking figure. The pink-haired male had supernatural strength that rendered Megumi completely useless against him.
“I’ll let you mark me up if you stop fighting me and forget that I called you a brat.” Yuji bribed with a laugh, and Megumi went completely still in his arms.
“Wherever I want.” He negotiated with a narrow stare.
“Wherever you want and however many it takes for you not to be such a jealous recluse.” Yuji offered.
“Deal.”
*** *** ***
Todo was a loss for words when Yuji walked into the gym the next morning littered in bruises along his neck and collarbones.
Also, no one dared to mention to Megumi that Junpei was actually straight… There was never a battle of the emo boys in Yuji’s heart after all.
MY FAVORITE ITAFUSHI/FUSHIITA FICS! (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
(if anybody has any more fics they’d like to share please do!!)
resurgence - rollingshadows
2,292 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): “With a bounty on his head, Yuuji runs to protect the people he loves. But he should've known better. Megumi will always find him.”
outing myself here but i loved this fic so much i downloaded it on two devices LMAO i seriously don’t know what it is abt it… it’s just so??? yk?
surrender - rollingshadows
3,271 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): “The whole estate is aware of the Zen’in heir’s fondness for his omega servant. Yuuji is Megumi’s childhood companion, someone who cared for him even before Megumi manifested his family’s inherited technique that catapulted him into the center of the clan’s attention. But that’s all Yuuji can ever be. Even though he can sometimes feel his heart ache for more.”
also really good!!!
like the rock bears the weather - homophrosyne
5,323 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): “Megumi’s mouth brushes the hard line of his jaw. “You’re never fully inside when we fuck.”
one of the first fics i’ve ever read for them <33 so sweet
but you said yes as i said please - homophrosyne
17,632 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): “Yuuji loves Megumi. Yuuji wants to hold Megumi down and fuck him so hard he cries. The two are agonizingly difficult to reconcile.”
same writer, even more peak lmao! literally an emotional rollercoaster but it is so so worth it
plant kisses like seeds - Miah_Kat
4,915 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): “Is it really so bad?” Yuuji snaps, blood rushing in his ears at the prospect of a fight. “Is it so terrible that I just want to protect you?”
He receives a frustrated scoff for his honesty. “Of course not, idiot. My problem is that you think you get to decide what’s best for me.”
“Because you obviously can’t!” Lifting his chin, it’s Yuuji’s turn to pin Fushiguro with a defiant stare. He steels himself so his voice won’t shake with his next words. “You can’t love a murderer, Fushiguro.”
DOUUUU!!! very adorable wtf
let me (breathe, yuuji) - weak_onyx
2,997 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): Megumi kisses down Yuuji’s neck, savoring every twitch, every shaky exhale he earns in response. He doesn’t want to rush this. Doesn’t want it to ever end, and doesn’t intend to let it any time soon. He just wants – he needs, with a visceral fierceness that burns like fire, for Yuuji to finally see. To understand.
To know that someone can give and give and give to him.
Because he deserves it.
I LOVE THIS AUTHOR!!! just wait yall
you’re my excuse (do you feel small too?) - weak_onyx
9,323 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): The clock on the wall ticks past twenty minutes. Then thirty. Yuuji dozes a little as the time passes, head tipped back, one hand still cradling the curve of his stomach.
As he drifts, he distantly thinks about how different this all feels compared to just a few years ago – back when “home” was just a temporary place for them to crash between missions, when “ours” was nothing more than a faraway dream.
Now they have an ours, and they have a home – and it’s filled to the brim with love, and tiny pairs of socks, and the constant, grounding presence of the very person he never thought he’d actually get to keep.
literal definition of “it only takes one good fic…” because the execution of this was perfect and now i’m addicted
when i’m at home - weak_onyx
2,929 words
(AUTHOR SUMMARY): The silence drags for so long that Megumi’s not sure if it’s seconds that have passed, or minutes, or hours.
“Does it help?” he finally asks.
Yuuji hesitates before answering; his gaze flicks to the jacket, dark with guilt, then back to Megumi’s face, searching for judgment and finding only quiet permission. He lets out a shaky exhale and gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. “Sometimes,” he whispers.
It’s the most honest thing he’s said all night.
whew this one had a little kick….i was literally on the edge of my seat the whole time LMAO
HM: megumidogz
i haven’t personally read any of their works yet but they look super good! i’m just really bad at reading longer fics sooo that’s on me…just wanted to mention them in case it piqued anyone’s interests
okay that’s all i have! i love how talented this fandom is lmao and i’m open to any recs because i’ve only read a handful! 🫶
thank you @rocketkid300 for the tag!! here are the first line of my last ten works!
1. fire extinguishers work just fine
Megumi hadn’t planned on passing out on the sidewalk today, but it seemed that the world hated him; because on his one day off, he found himself with stars in his vision and his head pounding as he struggled to blink his eyes open.
2. unless you call tonight?
The first incident happened Monday morning.
3. a mustache and glasses should do it, right?
"Nanami, please. I'm begging you. You said you would help me with anything."
4. you will continue to shine like gold in my memories
Megumi was 28 when he first cried over a meal.
5. kiss me at the kfc (under the christmas lights)
Megumi was in a church.
6. i wanna throw the apple (into the sky)
“Damn, you unpacked the kitchen already? How long was I in the shower?"
7. easy igor, you impetuous young boy
At first, Yuuji didn't think much of it.
8. is it gay if our pinkies are intertwined?
Curses are weird.
Like. Really fucking weird.
9. copy cat
Itadori Yuuji was not fit to be a father, in any way, shape, or form.
10. i hope it’s not for sure, can you open up the door?
‘What uneasiness lies in being loved.” - Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
oh my god this lowk made me realized i’m so itafushi pilled …. 10 fics solely about itafushi ….
anyway this was a fun jaunt down memory lane!! no pressure tagging @earthtodora @kat-likes-writing @kentuckyfriedmegumi and anyone else who wants to join in!!
woke up at 3:30 with Itafushi thoughts and couldn’t go back to sleep so I’ve been writing a really bad snippet since like 4:15… it’s probably terrible but ik I gave @tabbykai itafushi brainworms again so I figured I’d post it under the cut lol so anyone who foolishly trusts my talent may view it… spoiler for the latest episode…
Sorry in advance if the formatting sucks I wrote whole ass wings of fire oc books in Google Docs never the AO3 style dialogue or anything so yeah. Also it’s kinda angsty but it has a nicer ending. Sorry if it’s bad.
Selfishly Selfless
After confronting, or, well, convincing Hakari, Itadori found himself perched in a folding chair in a room next to the surveillance one. Next to him was a box of tissues, courtesy of Kirara, for his bloodied up face. Wiping for the final time his broken, already mending nose, he wished he’d gotten to thank her properly- but when he tried, Hakari got pissed. “Don’t talk to her like that,” he’d nearly snarled, like some kind of territorial dog, “they’re my girlfriend.” He’d have to approach her later, he figured, without Hakari nearby.
“Itadori.” His eyes snapped up as Fushiguro entered the room, eyes narrow and pretty eyebrows furrowed. Was he pissed?
“Hey, Fushiguro, what’s-?” He started, injecting some of his characteristic pep into his admittedly exhausted tone. His friend ignored him, quickly closing the distance of the small room and standing so close, to close, to Itadori. Shit. Their knees brushed, and Fushiguro looked down at Itadori’s beaten face with an unreadable expression, some swirling combination of anger, distress, disbelief, and… guilt? They remained in silent stasis for a moment longer, but before Itadori could break it with some quip about how great it was they’d convinced the third years to join them, Fushiguro interrupted.
“You’re not a cog.”
Itadori’s face hardened, the familiar lopsided grin that had been returning slipping off.
“Yes, I am.” He replied, a little harsher and less composed than he meant to.
“No, you aren’t.” Fushiguro’s face grew more frustrated.
“Yes, I am.” Itadori bickered back, eyes uncharacteristically cold.
“You’re not some stupid cog, you’re a person-“
“No. I’m. Not. I don’t get to be a person anymore.” He suddenly snapped, voice laced with anger and self loathing. Fushiguro visibly flinched at his outburst eyes wide and features knit in shock and hurt. Well, shit. Itadori’s head fell between his knees and he pinched his brow as he heard the other boy pause, shakily sigh, and step out of the room. Obviously, Itadori didn’t want to hurt Fushiguro- that was the last thing he wanted, in fact, anybody but him. It was necessary, he reassured himself, it is necessary for Fushiguro to understand. If he didn’t, itadori would drag him into danger and hurt him again and again and again, because that was the breed of monster he truly was. He-
Itadori heard a metallic thump and screech. Peeking his right eye open, he saw Fushiguro’s arms setting down a second chair and pushing it till it touched Itadori’s own. He sat, and Itadori braced himself. He was going to have to yell at Fushiguro again, he could feel it. But, before he could focus, the taller boy sat down. As if their touching chairs weren’t enough, he slid until their sides were touching, half a thigh on Itadori’s chair. Fushiguro pressed them together, ankle to ankle, knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder, as if their closeness could break Itadori’s impenetrable walls. Itadori could already feel himself slipping. Shit, shit, shit.
With another sigh, Fushiguro finally turned to make eye contact, distressed blue-green eyes meeting conflicted, broken brown ones.
“Itadori, I don’t… You… I’m.. fuck. You know I’m awful at this, idiot.”
Itadori simply blinked in surprise. What? But before he could verbalize his confusion, Fushiguro huffed again and regained his composure.
“I don’t know what to say to make it better. I wish I did, but I don’t think there’s anything anyone can say to make you feel less alone.”
Then why did you come, Itadori wanted to cry, and make me feel worse for hurting you by doing what I have to do to get you, Tsumiki, and everyone else home and safe? For a moment he feared Fushiguro could read his mind. He looked like he wanted to cry too, and Itadori knew if he did, his own walls would come tumbling down.
“I can’t not do anything, though. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
Itadori bit his cheek sharply. Why was Fushiguro apologizing..? Itadori knew he deserved to be snapped at, for hurting the person he cared most about. He figured it would be better if his friend hated him, because then he’d stay away. As much as it twisted his heart like a lie, Itadori couldn’t- wouldn’t, stop repeating it to himself. It doesn’t matter if Fushiguro hates me and never, ever wants to be around me again, as long as I save him.
“I don’t think you’re a cog. I don’t want you to think you aren’t a person. But I know you’re stupidly stubborn and I won’t change your mind.” Fushiguro pierced Itadori with an unbelievably sad yet defiant eyes.
“Maybe if I can believe it and tell you enough times, it’ll take away a little bit of your pain.”
Had Itadori blinked in the last minute? He could tell his face must have looked ridiculous. His eyes were wide and contorted his features into pure shock. He could feel his jaw hanging loosely.
“Itadori, please, this was stupid, forget I said any-“
…
Itadori completely crumpled, painful sobs racking his body. He and Fushiguro seemed equally surprised, but while the former grew increasingly distressed, Fushiguro placed his left arm around Itadori’s back, leaning onto him and resting his head on top of Itadori’s quivering one. Swayed by the panicked, unstable pulsing of Itadori’s wails, he felt his own eyelashes begin to wet as a hot ache grew behind his eyes and his throat harden. Fushiguro buried these sensations deeper, fighting to keep his own breathing relaxed in an attempt to console Itadori. He couldn’t say anything else, but he lightly squeezed Itadori’s shoulder, leaning into the rattling figure instead of away. It came surprisingly easy to him- typically, closeness made him nervous, leaving him dodging prolonged intimacy and defensively flinching at a playful prod, even from Gojo. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. Itadori had always been different, and the longer they knew each other, the more Fushiguro could feel himself yearning to be closer to him. He only, selfishly, wished it could be under different circumstances.
…
After what felt like an eternity of heaving, painful sobs, Itadori felt so, so tired. He sniffled, leaning into Fushiguro. His head hurt, his eyes hurt, his throat hurt, as if his grief had come out to beat him worse than Hakari did. With tears. And snot. Okay, this was a stupid metaphor. Itadori lifted his head to meet eyes with Fushiguro again, but the latter jerked his arm back to his side and stood up, as if anticipating Itadori wanting to stand up and leave. Itadori blinked, and Fushiguro sensed his reaction was too much. Releasing a frustrated huff, he pinched his brow.
“Sorry. You know I’m shit at this.”
“‘S okay.” Itadori managed a weak smile, wiping his nose on his sweatshirt sleeve before remembering the conveniently placed tissues at his feet. He really needed to thank his upperclassman, they’d come in more handy than he’d thought. He also might need to buy her another box of tissues.
Again, the pair was in silence, but not as isolated as before. For this moment, things felt more okay. Itadori knew it would happen again- he’d be so overwhelmed, he selfishly thought he couldn’t move forward, and selfishly, he wished he and Fushiguro could be together, like this. In the grand scheme of things, it could never be possible, Itadori thought, but he prayed Fushiguro wouldn’t pay later for this moment.
“I’ll stay in here. If you’re not ready. Or I can go, if you want to be alone now.”
“It’s okay. Things feel, better, now… thanks, Fushiguro.” He finally managed a shy, genuine, smile, and the latter’s face briefly lit up.
“Oh. That’s.. good. Good.” Fushiguro attempted to return to cool, unfazed, aloof Fushiguro, but the effect was undermined by his pink cheeks and stumbles in his tone. God, ruffled, uncertain, real Fushiguro was cute.
“… we can go I mean. Like, to go talk to Hakari and Kirara.” Itadori reminded him after another, slightly more awkward silence.
“Oh. Right. Yeah, let’s go.” Fushiguro gripped the door handle and opened it with a little more force than was necessary. He stepped to the side so Itadori could lead, side eying the door and his hand like they were conspiring against him. As they exited, Itadori felt a piece of his burden, if temporarily, was left in that room. Selfishly, he brushed his knuckles against Fushiguro’s, and selfishly, he grabbed the former’s hand and gave it a quick, reassuring squeeze as they walked down the hall to meet with the runaway upperclassmen who, just maybe, could ensure the success of their mission.
