Summary: Megumi is used to the smell of cigarette smoke. After Shabya, he can use it to find Shoko so when he's looking for her he finds someone else at the end of the blue haze. He has mixed feelings about this.
Ao3 link: Following the trail to you
Megumi knew the smell of cigarette smoke. He had a complicated relationship with the scent. His middle school was full of kids that smoked far before they couldn't law. It would stress him out from time to time. Most of the time, he attempted to beat the kids into realizing you shouldn't break the law like that. That often ended up with Tsumiki fusing at him.
Sometimes however, it was almost comforting. Growling up with Gojo meant being around Shoko. While she had quit smoking a few years ago, at least she had before Halloween, when she was younger she smoked often. Even at his age he knew she wasn't meant to be smoking, though Yaga never did anything.
Since she had started to smoke again, she was surrounded by the smell. So when Megumi was trying to find her, he figured he could just follow the burning scent. As he walked he thought it was unusual for her to be so far from the school. He hadn't left the grounds but it would take much longer before he had to. There was a figure under one of the Maple trees on the very edge of the grounds.
It wasn't Shoko he found holding the cigarette, but Yuji. Unsure of what to do, Megumi stood there for a moment before saying anything. “Yuji?”
The air felt stale as the boy turned to face him. “Megumi!” He said, surprised. Megumi 's eyes traced the smoke down to Yuji’s hand, then to his eyes.
“What are you doing?” was the only thing he could think to ask.
Sighing, Yuji flicked some ashes off the end of his cigarette. There was a brief look of fear on his face before he rested his head on his knees. “I found them when I was still wandering around with Choso. I thought, maybe they'd help and they did.” After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Yuji started to stand. “I'll at least go off campus off campus. I'm sorry Megumi.”
The boy watched Yuji as he stood, unable to decide his feelings on the matter.
It wasn't healthy, coping with nicotine, but Megumi could understand why he'd think to pick them up. The pain Yuji must be going through was stronger than the part of him that knew he shouldn't. Grief and regret tore into the beautiful gleam that he normally had in his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to be angry at him like he thought he would be. Disappointment withered away. There was always something about Yuji that made it to where he could never stay upset with him for long.
Megumi walked towards Yuji and slammed him back up against the tree. He grabbed his arm, turned the boy’s hand, and brought the cigarettes to his lips. Brown eyes stared back into his gunmetal blue eyes as he inhaled deeply. Yuji looked at him with a sort of sick look mixed with confusion. Gently pushing Yuji’s hand back, Megumi exhaled. “It's okay. I'm not mad at you.”
“Why did you do that?” Yuji asked with a shaking voice.
In truth, Megumi didn't know why he did it. He guessed some part of him didn't want Yuji to be alone; or maybe he wanted to show him he wasn't angry. He shrugged as he leaned forward again and took another drag. Despite his internal turmoil, Megumi asked “can we share?”
“Megumi…” Yuji studied his face before slowly sinking back down to the base of the tree. “Okay.”
Sitting down next to him, Megumi watched him take the cigarette to his lips and inhale. He wondered if his lips were soft. The thought surprised him. It was followed by grave curiosity as he wondered if sharing a cigarette would be the closest thing he ever got to kissing him. He knew he would never tell him. Instead, he leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
Let's see these scenes chronologically (acc. to me ofc).
1. Varadha have a hard time sleeping that night, Deva might have been in the same room with him just talking about anything and everything at all, reminiscing the old time, recalling the moments when they were just two delinquent kids, until finally—finally Varadha could close his eyes while Deva watching closely and then the motherfucker throw firecrackers at their doorstep. Deva pissed as hell because they disturbed Varadha's hard earned sleep.
(Nswf version they were doing the did and they were in the middle of some really compromising position and can't even have time to finish that's why Deva pissed as hell)
2. Varadha and basically everyone in the mansion couldn't get back to sleep anymore after the firecrackers ambush so Varadha decided to get drunk and couldn't help but reveal the deepest secrets in his heart about his worry all this time and all his bottle up feeling in his chest to Deva.
3. Varadha fell asleep on his lap because he was just too drunk and Deva was so comforting, running his fingers through his hair, patting his chest softly like a lullaby.
4. After Deva was sure that Varadha was really in his deep slumber and everyone already left the two of them behind to give them some privacy, Deva lifted Varadha in his arms bridal style and carried him back to his bedroom and laying him down carefully on the bed.
5. Deva carefully removing all Varadha’s accessories, to make him sleep more comfortably (I mean look at the scene when he had laid his head on Deva’s lap he was wearing his neck pieces still but when he woke up the jewelry wasn’t there no more) and watched over Varadha's sleeping face the entire night, barely blinking or taking his eyes off of his face, studying the expression on his face, he looks like he was having all kind of dreams, most of the time he would softly called out his name in his sleep and Deva would smile.
6. Until the morning come and Varadha's dream have turned into nightmare, he woke up in a jolt with Deva still sit beside him, putting his hand on his shoulder in reassuring manner to calm him down, telling him it's just nightmare and there's nothing to worry because Deva is with him and he will not let anything or anyone harm him and asked Varadha to have a rest a little bit more because it's still too early to wake up.
7. Varadha shakes his head weakly, "No," he couldn't get back to sleep not after what he just saw in his dream, Deva and all the people that he loved drenched in blood and Khansaar was on fire, he didn't tell the content of his dream to Deva though.
8. Varadha said that he would just take a cold shower so he could really be sober and shake off the uneasy feeling in his chest from the dream. Deva let him. (Varadha looked behind him just before he enter the bathroom and told Deva that he is welcomed to join, which Deva gladly said yes and followed him behind with a burning cheeks, they showered together.)
9. After they have both changed to new clothes and feeling refreshed, Varadha asked Deva to go the rooftop to watch sunrise and Deva agree immediately not before he took a pack of his cigarette, afterall he needs his morning routine.
10. They shared cigarette, back and forth until there's no more to share, not really talking much, only just Varadha watching over Khansaar while Deva staring at him the entire time. (and then Deva couldn't help it anymore after spacing out for too long looking at Varadha's plush full lips and ask Varadha if he could get a morning kiss from him, which Varadha said "we already did more in the shower what are you talking about?" But he did kiss his silly Salaar with a smile on his face. And suddenly the day wasn't so bad, and the nightmare was forgotten for a while.)
Oh look! Two posts in one day xD Well, from my understanding today is the actual last day for CuRed Week (Oct. 17), and I was unable to update Day 5 on the actual date because...it was raining a lot and I kind of can’t take photos of stuff with the shit light I have in the house xD It gleams everywhere too...it’s just not good. So today was finally an ok sun-ish day and now I can put out the last 2 drawings I did for CuRed Week c: Hope my work’s been ok? Lol...I do hope to bring some proper, not rushed stuff to the South Park Goth Kids fandom soon c:
For free days I NEVER know what to do xD I always draw a blank...like, I need that little keyword that will inspire something, haha. But the boys always smoke and in my headcanons ALWAYS watch movies (or listen to music) together so here they probably are watching another horror movie in the middle of the night sharing some cigarettes xD Excuse my shit background ;) Tbh I was giving up on life as I was drawing this yesterday @.@ And I still feel shit and defeated, but ignore me xD
Sending all my goth buddies some love in these wird-fucked times xD Cheers!
