🦋 characters: yuuji, megumi, nanami, mentioned gojo, geto, nobara, mai, nanako and mimiko
🦋 summary: in which famous wrestler, itadori yuji, goes to a club to see the band performing and meets their bassist, fushiguro megumi
🦋 warnings: nil
🦋 notes: i am a nobamai enthusiast and i love band/bassist AUs if you can’t tell
wrote this for two nights straight in my hotel beside my homophobic mom #weball
it’s pride, nobody’s stopping my gay ass from writing gay stuff #dgaffinalboss
The club was raging. The live band that was hired for the day really seemed to kick things off for this new club that had just recently opened. There stood the renowned wrestler, Itadori Yuuji.
A man known for his incredible strength and inhumane durability. One could say he was like a demon. A supernatural human.
Now Itadori wasn’t the kind to go hopping around clubs. He was into the underground music scene. It just so happened that he was a big fan of the band that was opening that night.
Analog Youth.
An alt rock band that debuted a year ago. Itadori really loves the underground rock scene.
The lead singer for Analog Youth was a woman named Kugisaki Nobara. She had a great voice for the genre. The drummer is a woman named Zenin Mai, rumour has it that Zenin and Kugisaki seems to be dating. Their bassist is a man named Fushiguro Megumi. Fushiguro was the first member found by their manager, Gojo Satoru.
There’s a rival band for Analog Youth, called Nostalgic Mania, managed by Gojo’s boyfriend, Geto Suguru. The lead singers were a pair of twins, Hasaba Mimiko and Nanako.
Itadori was a fan of both, though he can’t lie, he’d prefer Analog Youth.
His manager, Nanami Kento, was a former schoolmate of both Gojo and Geto. Nanami had managed to get Itadori the backstage pass, so that he’d be able to talk to the band. Needless to say, he was incredibly excited, especially with how much of a fanboy he was. Nanami really only got the backstage pass so that he’d be able to have a business conversation with Gojo and Geto.
Kugisaki owned the stage with her powerful voice and aggressive lyrics. She kept exchanging glances with Zenin Mai as well, not really denying their rumours. Their bassist was crazy, rocking his bass back and forth with a nonchalant expression. Something about that face struck a deep feeling in Itadori.
Analog Youth has a guitarist as well, Inumaki Toge, a man not known for his words, but his skills. His family was known for their musical talent, which boosted Analog Youth’s fame when they first debuted.
Itadori was enjoying himself, Nanami? Eh, not so much. But at least he was with Itadori and not some random stranger.
The night was loud and full of action, everyone around them seemed to be vibling along even after the band’s setlist was over. Nanami had to forcefully drag Itadori to where the band was resting, or else he’d be dancing to another band.
“Gojo,” Nanami commanded as he entered.
Gojo came out from the toilet, while the band did their own things. “Nanami! Long time no see!” He cooed as Geto appeared from the same toilet right after Gojo.
God only knows what they were doing in there. The noises and the mess…
“My wrestler here is a fan of your band,” Nanami began. “Analog Youth. Besides, we have business to discuss.”
Itadori tuned out the business conversation. It was about hiring the band for his next show. His attention was on the band members. Kugisaki had left for the changing room while Zenin Mai was on a smoke break. Inumaki was out in the club, drinking and dancing. Fushiguro?
He was tuning his bass.
He wasn’t a fan of the crowd, but he loved doing music.
“Hey,” Itadori smiled, striking up a conversation. “I really liked your performance.”
Fushiguro nodded,” Thanks.”
“How long have you been playing the bass?” Itadori asked.
Fushiguro hesitated, his mind deep in thought as he figured ways to continue, or end, the conversation. He was a quiet man.
“My whole life,” He answered. “I can play the piano too.”
Itadori’s eyes lit up at the mention of the piano. “I used to learn that as a kid! But I stopped and I don’t remember anything now.”
Fushiguro nodded, “I could… show you?”
“Sure!” Itadori replied.
Fushiguro gently placed his bass away and led Itadori to the piano. Fushiguro was secretly a huge wrestling fan. A big fan of the muscles Itadori had underneath, but he was going to forbid himself from showing that side of him. Wouldn’t want Itadori to think he’s weird or anything… That’d be horrible.
Itadori seemed to love showing Fushiguro his entire fan personality. For the pink hair boy never had the need to hide anything in his life. He loved letting the world know who he truly was. Perhaps that was why Nanami had decided to take him in, Itadori’s authenticity was something attractive that should be cherished.
He marveled at the way Fushiguro’s fingers glided on the piano keys, using the pedals properly to showcase the different sounds. Every note sounded majestic to Itadori’s ears. The tranquility of the atmosphere was a stark difference to the club scene.
“Why’d you join the band?” Itadori asked. “This sounds so different from what the band plays.”
“I played you Anitra’s Dance,” Fushiguro answered, the music coming to a halt. “I just enjoy playing.”
“Anitra’s Dance?”
Fushiguro nodded. “From Peer Gynt, the play.”
“What’s it about?”
“A man who neglects his duties and tells tales instead. A lazy dreamer, so to speak.”
Itadori nodded as Fushiguro continued playing. He was entirely captivated by the beautiful man before him. The allure of the tunes drawing him as he found himself distracted by Fushiguro. Oh the irony of the situation that Itadori was in and Fushiguro playing Anitra’s Dance of all pieces…
Love can find itself in every corner of the world.
And right now?
Itadori seemed to think it was right before him.
Fushiguro seemed to be afraid of it however.
He simply wasn’t the kind to accept love as easily as it came. Neither did he really believe it could exist.
For his parents never showed him the existence of it.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Itadori asked.
Fushiguro immediately shot it down. Being drunk means he would be vulnerable. He wasn’t like that.
“Itadori, we have to go now,” Nanami’s voice appeared behind the two.
Just like that, the first ever meeting between Itadori and Fushiguro was cut short. But as fate would have it, they would soon meet again.
This time round? Fushiguro was the fan watching Itadori as he had his match.
As luck would have it, Nanami spotted Fushiguro watching. He knew how much Itadori had been talking about Analog Youth and Fushiguro, so he figured that he might as well do his fighter a favour. A reward for always winning.
During intermission, Nanami made his move and approached the bassist, catching him off guard.
“You’re Itadori’s manager,” Fushiguro mentioned.
Of course. He didn’t know what to say after being caught off guard like that.
Nanami nodded at the no brainer statement. Who else would he be? But either way, he had a mission.
“Itadori wishes to see you after the match,” He lied.
But Fushiguro didn’t need to know that, and he even fell for it. He agreed to meet Itadori. Now all Nanami had to do was to let Itadori know of Fushiguro’s presence.
“Itadori,” Nanami began as he found Itadori in the break room. Sweat covering his well chiseled body.
“Yes Nanami?” He asked.
“Fushiguro wants to see you,” Nanami announced and left immediately after.
Itadori started gloating the moment he heard the door shut. Fushiguro wanted to see him? Hell yeah! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. Hopefully… he’d score something… not a win.
But a date.
Hopefully.
It would be the only score that matters.
During his final match, all he could think of was impressing Fushiguro. He had purposely flexed more of his muscles and showcased more of his strength that even Nanami himself was shocked, but not surprised.
Was Fushiguro impressed?
Well… maybe?
He had the same expression throughout the match, but his mind said something else. Every time he saw Itadori getting wrecked was a moment of worry. He feared for the life of his favourite wrestler. But there really wasn’t much to worry as Itadori pretty much got it from where he was at. He’s a professional in his field, he knew what he was doing.
His job, and impressing Fushiguro.
Though Fushiguro would most likely act all nonchalant backstage. He’d hate for his feelings to be exposed. Nanami would have to escort him to Itadori’s break room.
Sure enough, the moment he saw Itadori’s excited face in the break room, all readable emotions disappeared from Fushiguro’s face. Why?
He was… well shy. He feared getting too close.
Itadori however, was ready to embrace Fushiguro with open arms. He didn’t care. If he wanted it, he’d try to get it.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Nanami excused.
The door shut with Nanami’s exit, leaving the two alone.
“You wanted to see me?” Itadori grinned.
A confused expression crawled onto Fushiguro’s face. “But Nanami sai–”
Itadori brushed it off, “Doesn’t matter! Let’s just talk!” The grin on his face made Fushiguro feel out of place, like he was missing a piece of something.
He just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Didn’t know you were into wrestling!” Itadori continued on, pouring Fushiguro a cup of water.
Fushiguro nodded, “You did great.”
He wanted to say more. But he didn’t, and simply accepted the water from Itadori. One gulp and the entire cup was empty, even Itadori himself was surprised at the speed at which Fushiguro drank.
“Let me get you another cup!”
Itadori tried to take the cup from Fushiguro but it was held tightly in his hands. Fushiguro shook his head slowly, Itadori gave him another smile.
“Eh,” He began. “Are you.. shy or something?”
“W-what?! No,” Fushiguro shot down, placing the cup on the nearest counter. “I’m just… thirsty.”
Itadori laughed, “Then let me get you another cup.”
He didn’t give Fushiguro any chance to protest and filled it up. Fushiguro wasn’t sure what he was feeling anymore. It felt like he was looking at a walking sunshine, standing right before him. It was a strange… yet fluttering feeling.
Itadori seemed to enjoy the scene unfolding before him too. He had never gone a day without thinking about Fushiguro and his piano. The way his fingers smoothly glided on the keys and the beautiful melody that came out of it.
He yearned for that side of Fushiguro to be shown more. He wanted to see it. But only if Fushiguro himself wanted to show it.
“You got any dinner plans?” Itadori asked.
Fushiguro shook his head. “My band was going to meet with Nostalgic Mania for something. It got cancelled.”
“Great!” Itadori’s smile beamed, “Come over then! We could watch a thing or two!”
“W-what?” Fushiguro asked.
But needless to say, he was still dragged over. Itadori drove a nice car and he lived in a humble neighbourhood. It was reflective of the kind of person he always had been. Helping everyone he could. He was always on the news for his kind deeds. He never thrived to be the best, as being all the way at the top seemed lonely. But he wanted to be enough for the world, to give everyone the chance to rise.
Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Fushiguro admired him as well.
Itadori’s apartment was decently sized. Two bedrooms with bathrooms, one kitchen and a living room which doubled as a dining room. He had said that the extra bedroom was for guests, whenever he had people staying over. In this case, it would be for Fushiguro’s to use.
“I’m ordering delivery,” Itadori announced. “What would you like?”
Fushiguro shook his head, as he looked into the ingredients that Itadori had in his home. “I can cook.”
“For us?”
Fushiguro nodded.
Itadori could really use some cooking lessons.
He watched as Fushiguro carefully mixed the eggs together to make Chawanmushi, and topping it off with some fish cake and shrimp. Their main dish for the night was a simple Yaki Udon. The smell of the pork filled the air and Itadori swore he could just fly at that very moment. He didn’t expect Fushiguro to be such an amazing chef.
An hour later, food was complete and Itadori could not wait to dig in.
“Fushiguro,” Itadori slurped on his noodle. “Where’d you learn to cook like that?”
“My sister taught me,” Fushiguro answered as Itadori turned on the TV and they watched the show broadcast together. It was the usual run of the morning shows, being played at night. Having a busy day means catching up on their beloved shows at the end of the day.
“Maybe you could teach me someday?” Itadori suggested. In a blink of an eye, his Chawanmushi was almost gone. He had gulped the whole thing within seconds.
A small, satisfactory smile flashed across Fushiguro’s face that made Itadori freeze for a moment, but he managed to regain his composure. One sentence, and the two men looked at each other with millions of emotions in their eyes. Words they weren’t sure if they should share.
But slowly, they seemed to understand what each other wanted. But was it worth the risk?
Fushiguro gave a gentle nod, “Sure, I’d teach you tomorrow morning.”
Itadori muttered a cheery thanks as the two went back to their show. Itadori cleaned the dishes and helped ease Fushiguro into the guest bedroom.
Itadori gave Fushiguro one of his pajamas to change into. He could always return it the next time they see each other. Fushiguro somehow managed to fit right in the wrestler’s sleep attire.
“Itadori,” Fushiguro mumbled before Itadori went to his room for the night.
“You need anything?” Itadori asked.
“Perhaps you could… drive me to my band practice tomorrow? I’ll send you the location,” Fushiguro requested, his eyes shying away from contact.
Though the room was dark, Fushiguro could feel Itadori’s innocent little grin on his stupid pink haired face.
