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Yuji assembles the ingredients before her, eyes ticking nervously to check the time on her phone. She had promised to teach Megumi one of the easier recipes she’d learned while caring for her gramps. He’d offhandedly mentioned liking ginger and she’d practically fallen over herself to tell him she knew a really great recipe and maybe she could show him. She’s been dying for the chance to spend time with him alone, without Nobara or the second years embarrassing her.
The knowing glances from them only highlighted her misery over how aloof Megumi is. She knew that he was at least a little attracted to her - blue eyes flashing when she stripped to her sports bra during training, cheeks flushed as he looked away - but she also knew that he’d never make the first move. He was so stoic and private. It made her want to push him, see how many layers she could peel back before he shut her out.
Yuji knows she’s pretty. She can be a little slow at times but she sees the way people look at her. Sees their eyes glance over her chest and hips, lingering around her thick thighs. Even Megumi, and she folds up those moments and tucks them close to her heart. But not now - now she’s wracking her memories, trying to remember the little things that always made him blush or suddenly walk away from her. He had no trouble rushing to her rescue or teaming up together during missions since she’s returned; not hesitating to wrap strong arms around her as they limped back to a cheerfully waving Gojo-sensei.
Those memories were hazy, clouded in blood and terror and Sukuna’s mocking voice in her head. No, it’s the times when he remembers that she’s actually a girl and not some sexless peer. When he accidentally brushes her chest it’s like a light goes off in his head and he realizes that despite the inhuman strength of her body, there’s a feminine softness to it.
They were sparring, throwing fists and kicks as they tore up the grass in the field. Sweat was glinting on their foreheads as they regarded each other. Megumi sprinted, hauling her across the waist to throw her smaller body down. She wrapped strong legs around his hips, twisted, swinging his body onto the ground beneath her. Her hands had landed in the dirt beside his head, panting in victory above him. He’s bruising her hips; the grip to throw her off faltering when he felt the press of her breasts against his heaving chest. A simmering tension heated the breaths shared between them, Yuji’s head dipping almost imperceptibly closer, eyes darting between his parted lips and quickly dilating pupils.
“Oi! Itadori, Gojo-sensei’s looking for you!”
She yelped, rolling off Megumi to wave awkwardly at Maki-senpai's smirking face. Ignoring where he was still hunched over behind her, she sprinted off to follow the older girl. Maki teased her the whole way back to her dorm, where her sensei was not, in fact, waiting for her.
There’s still a dent in the wall where she had shoved the second year. Ignoring the temptation to splash her head in cold water, Yuji summons her resolve. Fushiguro Megumi is going to notice her.
Yuji whistles to herself as she dices the scallions before scooping them up to add to the bowl. Megumi is a silent shadow at her elbow, peering over her shoulder as she mixes the ingredients. He’s close enough that she can feel the warmth of his body. She bites her lip, debating. She really doesn’t want to scare him off.
“Can you keep slicing these while I get the eggs ready?”
He nods, taking the knife from her hands and neatly chopping the green onions. Opening the fridge, she bends low at the waist to grab the eggs from where she had them on the bottom shelf. Grinning as she slowly straightens her body, having heard the stutter of the knife against the wooden board. She can see how stiffly he’s holding himself in her peripherals, concentrating hard on his task. After sorting the yolks into the bowl, she walks over to the counter he’s utilizing. Leans against his arm as she reaches around for the whisk, chatting about nothing to keep herself from smirking. He’s so tense around her, shoulders hunching up to his ears.
“Do you cook often? You’re really good at this,” she comments as she mixes the eggs before adding the ground chicken.
“Not really,” he says as he prepares the mushrooms. “There’s no red peppers in this, right?”
“Huh? Oh no, gross,” she sticks out her tongue, not missing the tilt to his lips.
“So just take two smaller spoons,” he holds them up with a questioning arch to his brow, “y-yes, perfect. Then you just scoop a little up and pat them between until - there you go, that’s perfect Fushiguro!”
She beams up at him as he places a small, not quite round meatball to the tray. His ears are pink and he’s ducking his chin into the high collar of his jacket. Their elbows bump as they work side by side in the small kitchen, Yuji rambling about the importance of fresh ingredients and Megumi nodding silently along.
He’s still in his school clothes while she’s prepared for any culinary disasters, wearing a baggy cropped tee and soft leggings. Yuji might be a decent cook but she wasn’t necessarily a very tidy one. At least Megumi was smart enough to start cleaning as they went along and she made a mental note to invite him to cook with her more often.
Not just because he was helpful, she thinks, eyeing him while he focuses intently on perfectly rounding the meatballs. He’s a quick study and she’s more than grateful to have someone like that help prepare meals. Nobara was useless in the kitchen, whining that she didn’t leave the countryside to cook her own food and why can’t they go out to eat? No, this was much better. It was an added bonus to see Megumi’s deft fingers as he carefully works beside her, the reach of his long arms as he gets the bowls down from the cabinet over her head. He’s close behind her, and she leans back a little, grazing her butt against him. Something clatters on the shelf. She ducks her head, biting her lip to keep from grinning.
It’s just…really nice. Helpful. She definitely didn’t have any ulterior motives here, even when she gulps as he curls a hand around her waist, nudging her out of the way.
“Hey, Fushiguro. I added some extra ginger to this recipe,” she smiles up at him, bumping her hip into his, delighting when she spies the pink high on his cheeks. “I think it pairs really well; you like ginger a lot, right?”
“Er, yeah, it’s my favorite,” he admits, scratching the back of his head while avoiding eye contact. “But will it suit everyone’s tastes?”
“I don’t know but it doesn’t matter! Nobara is dragging Maki-senpai somewhere for dinner and the other second years have a mission in the morning. It’s just us tonight!”
He seems to balk a little at this, eyes darting between her and the door like he’s contemplating fleeing. Yuji pouts, directing him to grab the pot and meatballs and drags him into her bedroom. They settle on the floor around their makeshift dining table, and she flushes a little at the press of his leg against hers. He’s a little hunched over as he eats, eyes widening at the flavor before reaching out for seconds, and then thirds. She smiles privately, pleased that her meal is a success. They eat in companionable silence, Megumi offering to clean up but she just rinses the dishes off in the small sink in her room, pledging that she'll finish up in the morning.
“Hey, Fushiguro. We have the morning off tomorrow, wanna stay up late watching scary movies?”
“No. The last time you and Kugisaki tried that, you were both crying at my door in the middle of the night.”
“Eh?! Sounds like you’re getting dreams confused with reality,” she sniffs guiltily. They totally had and the two female sorcerers made a pact to never, ever mention it again.
He snorts with amusement, ruffling her pink hair. Flushing, she dares to step closer. He immediately steps back. Folding her hands behind her back, she leans into his space, peeking up at him from under her lashes.
“How come you never hang out with us as much anymore?”
“What do you mean, we’re together all the time.”
“No, that’s just training and missions. I meant, like, as friends.”
He fumbles a little at this, chin dipping far enough beneath his collar that Yuji can’t decipher the mumbled words.
Y’know…” she trails off, twirling a lock of pink hair around her fingers. “I really like spending time with you. And Sukuna is really quiet when you’re around. It’s nice to have some peace.”
It’s a low blow, manipulative even, but it’s worth it to see the corner of his mouth turn up, dark eyes soft. Yuji returns the look, losing track of how long they stand there. He’s so handsome, she thinks wistfully. Handsome and talented and strong and kind, even if he’s too bullheaded to see it.
Both she and Sukuna seem to share a vested interest in the young sorcerer. The king of curses never revealed why exactly he’s so fascinated, Megumi having apparently left a deep impression on them both that day at the prison. But Sukuna was always a little too quiet, a little too watchful when he was around.
'Even if it was dangerous, I couldn’t bear to see a good person like you die.'
Suspicious as it was, she fully intended on taking advantage of it. Taking Megumi’s hand and dragging him to her bed, she plops down gracelessly.
“Just one movie? C’moooon, please?”
Megumi eyes trail over where she’s sprawled across the bed, patting the mattress next to her. She bites her lip for effect, batting her lashes a little. It might be overkill but he huffs an aggrieved sigh and pulls off his jacket, leaving him in a soft looking black tee. She pretends not to notice how hard they’re blushing.
“Fine, fine. Just one, then I’m going to bed,” he mutters, folded awkwardly at the corner furthest from her. She nods, choosing a movie at random, not thinking about a thin boy with long bangs and tearfilled eyes filled with such rage...
“Itadori? What’s wrong?”
Megumi’s concerned face fills her vision, and she blinks rapidly at him.
“Eh? Oh, sorry. Just drifted off for a second. I kind of picked a random movie but then I thought maybe you wouldn’t like it so I was trying-”
He presses a hand over her mouth, fingers twitching at the heat of her breath. Her toes curl in her socks. His skin is so warm.
“You’re crying,” he says, his normally flat voice softened at the edges. She curls her fingers around his, lifting it away from her mouth to trap it between hers. She studies his palm, tracing a finger along his heart line. He shudders, a tear dripping onto their skin. It breaks the tension and she laughs quickly, swiping at her cheeks.
“Don’t worry! Just remembered something sad, that’s all,” she assures, hitting play on the movie. A blaring intro sounds, the flashing lights illuminating the darkening room.
“Itadori, if you ever need to talk…”
Leaning back across the pillows, she smiles sleepily at him. He’s staring earnestly down at her, the hand she touched flexing a little. Tugging on his arm so that he’s propped up next to her, she curls on her side. Enjoying the hitch of his breath as she snuggles against him, a small hand pressed over his chest to count his rapid heartbeats.
“I just want you to hold me like this,” she yawns, wrapping his arm around her. “Is this okay?”
Tilting her head back, she watches his pulse flutter in his neck, the flex of his throat as he swallows. Feels it when he relaxes, long fingers running through her hair. Closes her eyes at the pleasant sensation of his short nails scratching lightly at her scalp before turning to watch the movie.
“Yeah, this is okay.”
It’s so hot this morning, Yuji thinks sleepily, fidgeting where she’s trapped in the blankets. It feels like they’re wrapped entirely around her body, securing her against the wall of warmth at her back.
She stills, blinking slowly at the early morning light filtering into her dorm. Her body and mind still heavy with sleep as she looks around the space, eyes catching on a familiar jacket draped across her chair.
Megumi’s jacket. Her mind whirls as she finally starts to wake up. Megumi and her fell asleep watching a movie last night. She remembers sleepily suggesting they brush their teeth and then falling back into bed. She didn’t hear him leave.
Megumi’s arms are wrapped around her, his chest moving against her back as he breathes deeply. She tenses, trying not to move when she feels warm puffs of air against her neck. He’s curled around her possessively and Yuji nearly squeaks when his grip tightens unconsciously. His bare shoulders are broad in her peripherals, and she nearly faints when she realizes he must have taken his shirt off sometime in the night.
Yuji wriggles a little at the tight embrace, cheeks heating. It’s so nice, she feels safe and warm. She’s not entirely sure if she’s having trouble breathing from the arm banded across her ribs or because of how close their bodies are.
“Stop moving around so much.”
She freezes, brain going haywire at the sound of his sleep roughened voice.
“Fushiguro? Um, this is really nice but I can’t really breathe,” she whispers, squirming a bit. He huffs, sending pink locks tumbling onto her face. His arms loosen a fraction before he curls his knees up behind hers, plastering his body across her back. Her eyes widen, tentatively pushing back to confirm. He’s hard against her butt and her toes curl where they’re pressed on his legs.
“Ignore that, it just happens in the morning,” his voice sounds stiff, like he’s pushing the words through clenched teeth. “It’ll go away.”
She eyes him dubiously over her shoulder, catches only messy black hair when he hides his warm face in her neck. Well, she didn’t want it to go away. Wriggling harder until he loosens his arms, she quickly strips her shirt off before she thinks better of it. Besides, they’re still under the blankets so he can’t actually see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. His arms freeze where they’re hovering around her.
“Uh, Itadori. A-are you,” he stops, throat clicking. “Are you naked?”
“No,” she hums, pulling his arms back around her. “I’m wearing pants, dummy. It’s hot in here, okay? You’re shirtless, why can’t I be?”
Taking a deep shuddering breath, he relaxes slightly, calloused hands running across the smooth skin of her belly. She shivers when he trails his fingers down the curve of her waist before curling gently around her hip. Needing something to do with her hands, she grabs his other hand, stretching it out to run between the skin of her breasts. She presses it there meaningfully, rocking her hips back on to his. It’s too embarrassing to have to ask and she prays he gets the message. His thumb traces a circle on her ribs as he sighs into her hair.
“Can I touch you?”
The words are spoken lowly, almost under his breath. The world almost seems to pause, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she breathes. He squeezes her tight to him once more, a slight tremor in his hands as he takes a deep breath, warming the back of her neck on the exhale. Both hands come up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. He’s steadier now, like he just needed a minute to give himself a mental pep talk. She mewls, arching into the gentle touch. It seems to motivate him and he’s stroking his thumbs across her aching nipples, body shivering as it sends heat racing to her center. He tucks his chin on her shoulder as if to get a better view, nuzzling and kissing her neck. She’s writhing against him and he groans, grinding his hard length against her ass. Her increasingly high pitched noises stutter at the rough contact and she wonders if he’s at his limit, wonders if he needs a little more encouragement.
“Fushiguro, you can take my p-pants off,” she says, reaching back to stroke fingers through soft, messy hair. He moans into her neck before nodding jerkily.
She can feel Sukuna’s overwhelming presence in her mind, quietly drinking in the scene from behind her eyes. Whimpers as Megumi runs his hands down her hips, stripping her leggings down her thighs. The blanket got dragged down with her clothes and he makes a choked noise when he sees her bare before him already.
“Do you always forget to put on your underwear?” He’s running a shaky hand along her slit, shuddering. “Fuck Itadori, how are you this wet already?”
“Yuji,” she gasps when his finger swirls her wetness around her clit. “You c-can-a-ah! - call me by my first n-name.”
“So shameless, Yuji.”
His hands leave her and she keens, reaching down to replace them with her own. He grunts behind her, shifting around before she feels something hot and hard slip between her thighs. Squeaks and jolts a little when the head of his cock slides up to nudge at her clit. His heavy palm pressing down on her thigh as he fucks between them, pressed tight against her entrance and gliding easily through her slick.
“Fusiguro! Ah, nnh, w-wait a second…” She trails off on a loud moan, shuddering when he finds a pace that has him rubbing against her clit on every stroke.
“Calm down, Yuji,” he murmurs against her cheek, voice deep and rich. “Such a loud mouth on you, do you want everyone to hear?”
She whines, rolling her hips desperately. The arm wrapped underneath her stretches up around her shoulder, his broad hand covering her mouth. Shuddering, she glances back through heavy lids, panting hot breaths against him. Long lashes dust his cheek as he locks gazes with her, lips pulled back in a lazy smile. He’s even more alluring like this, she thinks dumbly, pale cheeks flushed and eyes dark with pleasure.
“Do you think they’re up yet? Walking through the hallway?” He pauses, as if distracted by her skin, pressing hot kisses to her neck. “Gotta be quiet unless you want them to know what we’re doing in here.”
She shakes her head in his grip and he lets her go, tears welling in the corner of her eyes as she clenches her teeth to stifle the noises. Her body feels so hot, skin humming with pleasure. Looking down at her body to watch his pale arms against her golden skin, choking when she sees the head of his cock between her thighs as his hips slam against her.
He’s panting harshly in her ear, low whines punched out of him every time she swivels her hips or clenches her thighs. She can feel her body spasming around nothing as his thick length throbs against her entrance. She’s so slippery between her legs and it sounds so lewd, making her flush harder even as a coil of hot tension winds tighter in lower belly. She digs her nails into his forearm.
“Gonna- fuck, Megumi! I t-think I’m close,” she whines softly, trying to turn her head to his. She wants to kiss him so badly, wants to lick the sweat from his skin. He moans into her mouth, tongues tangling loosely as he grabs her hip as leverage to grind harder against her. His other hand flicking at her nipple has her eyes screwing shut as her body vibrates with pleasure. She’s moaning into the sloppy kiss as she comes, body locking up as her back arches, vision whiting out. She’s dizzy, blood roaring in her ears, only registering the heat and strength of him using her body to find his own release.
“Fuck, Yuji,” he’s breathless, squeezing the soft flesh of her hips and breasts as he ruts against her. “So pretty when you come, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
She mewls, rocking back on him, biting her lip when he keeps hitting her overstimulated clit. Flexing her thighs hard, she’s relieved when he whines at the pressure, pace faltering as white ropes of come coat her legs. Megumi breathes deeply into her neck as he comes down, tickling the hairs there.
Yuji shivers before turning in his arms to cover his red face in kisses. He’s still shaking as he grabs his shirt, wiping them both up before returning her embrace. He kisses her back lazily, dipping his tongue into her mouth and running his fingers through her hair. She hums into it, pleased she finally gets to touch him more, small fingers trailing along his strong back, down his broad shoulders to the muscles of his abdomen.
“Thank you, Fushiguro,” she says softly, pulling away to suck kisses against his throat. His pulse jumps under her lips and she smiles into his skin.
“You can call me by my first name now,” he mutters, tracing the shell of her ear. “You already did, remember?”
She does, pulling back to pout at him. He didn’t need to be embarrassing about it. It’s hard to be mad at him though, usually stern face soft and relaxed as he gazes at her fondly. Resting his forehead against hers, he kisses the tip of her nose before sighing loudly.
“Can we go back to sleep now?”