Stay still
In which Yuji waits all day long for Megumi, just to find him (slightly) hurt
pairings & contents: itadori yuji x fushiguro megumi ⤷ kissing, rough kissing, mention of blood, wounds, scars, tending to wounds, fluff, body worship
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Usually, Yuji is more patient than this. He has always been understanding, always making excuses to himself for when someone else is late. Usually, but not now. Pacing around his shared apartment, his mind doesn’t stop rushing with thoughts. He has been floating around the space for what feels like ages, like a ghost mindlessly wandering around.
Well, not exactly mindlessly. More like there’s only one thing on his mind. One person.
Yuji knew that Megumi had to leave for a mission this morning. Even so, that didn’t stop him from feeling upset. He didn’t even wake up in time to wave him off. Even worse, he had to wake up to an empty bed.
How selfish, he thought. Megumi could be in a serious fight, and he’s thinking about how bummed he felt waking up to nobody beside him.
He has tried what seemed like everything to keep his mind occupied anything else. He tried binging the Human Earthworm movies, resulting in memories of him watching the cinema with Megumi flooding his mind.
He tried playing video games, only to end up rage quitting. Which wasn’t any better than thinking about how much he misses Megumi.
He even tried baking something, so Megumi could have something when he finally comes home. Which also didn’t go as smoothly as he thought it would. Maybe if there was a certain person to guide him, it would’ve went better.
After another round of strolling through the apartment, as if Megumi could magically appear, he finally comes to a stop in the living room. Where he trudges towards the couch, plopping down with a weary sigh. At this point it’s already 11pm.
Oh how Yuji misses Megumi. When will he finally come back home? Will he even come home? The thought scares the pink haired boy temporarily, but Megumi wouldn’t die on him. He’s stronger than that, right?
Just as Yuji starts spiralling into his thoughts again, the front door creaks open. He doesn’t realise it yet, only snapping out of his trance when the door fully swings open. Revealing a tall silhouette, one with spiky hair, and emerald green eyes that stare into Yuji’s deep brown ones.
The moonlight illuminates the black haired boy’s features, the way his usual messy hair is even messier, the way his uniform is dishevelled—his shirt riding up, revealing a part of his toned stomach. Yuji drills every sight into his mind. Only when the door closes, and Megumi takes a step inside, does Yuji see a gash peeking under his shirt.
“Hey.” Megumi says nonchalantly, his voice slightly raspy. As if nothing happened. Completely unfazed by Yuji’s staring.
“What happened? Are you okay?” the other boy replies, his voice worried, a contrast between the other’s nonchalant demeanour. He immediately stands up, walking over to the injured boy.
His eyes skim Megumi’s body, with the intention of locating all the visible wounds. His hand grips the shirt, not yet pulling it up. His knuckles brush the soft skin of Megumi’s abdomen. The movement going unnoticed by him, as he’s too busy worrying about the gash on Megumi’s hip.
However, Megumi’s breathing hitches ever so slightly. A shiver running through his spine. He loves this feeling, the feeling of Yuji’s gentle touch. He lets out a soft sigh, barely audible. Then swallows, hoping that Yuji doesn’t catch on.
“Is it okay if I check your wounds out?” he asks, hesitantly, completely oblivious to Megumi’s shift of demeanour. No matter how long they’ve been together, Yuji still gets shy around Megumi. His eyes lock with a pair of green ones, asking for permission.
“You don’t have to, it’s not that deep, they’ll heal in no time.” Megumi replies, trying to play it cool. But Yuji doesn’t miss the waver in his voice, or the way his expression is forced, as if he’s trying to conceal his pain.
“Gumi, just let me help you. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”
Megumi sighs, knowing that Yuji wouldn’t let this go. So, he begrudgingly agrees, letting Yuji pull him towards the couch. Yuji picks him up effortlessly, his raw strength never failing to amaze Megumi.
Yuji moves carefully, trying not to make the gash sting even more. Despite his firm grip, his hold is still gentle in some way. After placing Megumi on the couch, Yuji quickly presses a kiss on his temple, then retreats to get a cloth from the kitchen.
Megumi watches as Yuji disappears into the kitchen. His breathing is still ragged, although he does try to regulate it. He closes his eyes, slumping into the soft cushions of the couch.
After a minute or so, Yuji comes back, holding a damp cloth. He kneels down on the floor beside Megumi, his free hand pulling Megumi’s shirt up higher, with the intention of getting a better view of the cut. The action revealing more of Megumi’s pale, chiselled abdomen.
Yuji keeps his hand just below the other boys sternum, his touch soft, cautious. The sensation has Megumi melting, a soft sigh escaping his throat.
Yuji doesn’t miss the sound this time, it makes him more aware of where his touch lingers. He swallows, managing to form a quick response.
“Stay still…”
That’s all he says before starting to dab at the bloodied mark.
― Masterlist WIP
Hai to whoever decided to read this & actually finish it!!
So idk if u can tell but this is my 1st fic. So my writing is not the best (yet). I plan on posting more, but im inconsistent as hell so idk when I'll post. Criticism is appreciated, sugarcoated or not.
That's it, bai have a nice day (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)