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Lately, all his thoughts felt the same. The same fear, the same self-awareness. People were walking down the streets like nothing was happening. Like the world wasn’t already as messed up as it was.
Things had gotten pretty cruel out there. People were split up into new categories, which scientists claimed was all due to “natural selection.” Megumi didn’t really get it, but it seemed possible that, just like Darwin’s birds, humans had adapted. Birth rates had dropped, and kids were suddenly seen as a “blessing” (as his dad had named him). Women were less and less able to have children. So, people changed. Now, not just women, but a different kind of man could also have kids. These men were called omegas, and they were often looked down upon and discriminated against for being different. Then, after omegas showed up, there came another type—alphas. Alphas were more fertile than anyone else and could have even more kids. The rest were just considered “normal” and called betas. Over time, both males and females were classified like this. And people usually figured out their secondary gender or “presentation” at around 16 years old. At least, most people did.
Megumi was 18. And nothing has happened, so he kept his life going. He was about to start college soon. He had wanted to be a veterinarian for as long as he could remember. But now the thought of it was overwhelming, especially since his dog had just passed away. Maybe his dad wasn’t as sensitive as Megumi wished he’d been when Lady died, but their last hug had been full of tears. At least that showed Megumi that his dad actually had a heart, contrary to what he’d thought his whole life.
People around him were waiting for the light to change so they could cross the street. Shibuya was crowded. Megumi couldn’t feel anything yet, but Yuji, his best friend, had said the pheromones were everywhere. Megumi often wondered if that was even a real thing. He had a strong feeling about why his presentation hadn’t shown up yet. He was probably going to be a beta, like everyone else. Nothing special about him anyway, right?
He headed to their usual cafe. The place was nearly empty, except for a girl with ginger hair, totally lost in her phone. She was wearing a bright, colorful outfit, and next to her purse was a big coffee with a mountain of whipped cream on top.
“Hey loser, you good? Earth to Megumi?” Nobara teased, laughing as she looked up from her phone. Megumi noticed a girl dancing on what he guessed was TikTok on her friend's phone.
“Nice to see you too,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He took off his headphones and let them hang around his neck. “So, where’s Yuji?”
“You should appreciate my company more!” Nobara sighed, putting her phone down on the table. “He said he was going to get some tickets for some movie that’s probably terrible, so I told him we’d wait for him here.” She grinned. “Oh, by the way, we’ve got a gift for you, birthday boy. Happy birthday!”
Megumi smiled. They were out today to celebrate his birthday. Eighteen was supposed to be a fun age, or at least that’s what his dad had said. He was probably right, but Megumi didn’t know. It just felt like any other age. Wasn’t it just a number, like Gojo-sensei always said? Megumi felt lost. Hopefully his presentation would arrive soon, right?
“Hey!” Nobara called out, waving to get the waiter’s attention. They knew this guy, Toge, ever since high school. He was older, already at college. He’d been deaf since birth. Toge was an awesome waiter, and over time, they’d picked up some basic signs to chat with him. Plus, he was a pro at reading lips. “Can you get us Megumi’s usual? It’s his 18th birthday today, so we’re kicking off the celebration now!” Toge smiled and did the sign for applause by shaking his hands. Megumi smiled back and mouthed a “thank you.” Toge handed Nobara a small notebook. She quickly jotted down her order, and Toge nodded before heading off.
“What do you mean the celebration ‘starts’ now, Nobara? You guys said it was just gonna be coffee and a movie. I didn’t ask for anything extra!” Megumi said, feeling a bit suspicious. This could be trouble. When Nobara and Yuji planned something, it usually meant things were about to get chaotic.
“Oh, stop whining. It’s a surprise! But yeah, the movie’s still happening—you know how Yuji is.” She rolled her eyes.
Megumi sighed. “Okay then, I guess I don’t have a choice?” Nobara nodded proudly. Just then, the door swung open again.
“MEGUMI! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A guy with pinkish hair and a huge grin burst into the cafe and tackled Megumi in a tight hug. That was Yuji, his best friend since high school. For someone like Megumi, Yuji was a little too enthusiastic with the hugging. After what felt like an eternity, Yuji finally let go. “You smell nice today! New cologne?”
“I took a shower,” Megumi joked. “Nah, my dad got me a new one. And some chocolates, even though he knows I don’t like them.”
“Oh, but I want them!” Yuji exclaimed, looking even more excited.
“They’re yours,” Megumi said with a smile. For a split second, Yuji stared at him with a strange expression before snapping back to his usual grin.
“I’m surrounded by weirdos,” Nobara remarked.
“Are you excited? You’re older now!” Yuji exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. Megumi found it unsettling how easily Yuji’s face lit up with a smile. Before he knew it, he was smiling too.
“Yeah, but I don’t feel any different,” Megumi admitted. “The world feels weird without Lady anyway. This is my first birthday without her. She died at 15, and before that, I don’t really remember much.” He glanced at his lock screen, where his dog’s face beamed back at him.
“Well, that’s why today your birthday are going to be extra special! Oh, Nobara, did you tell him that—”
“SHUT UP!” Nobara shouted. “Everything is set!” She shot Yuji a wink. Megumi started feeling overwhelmed again.
After a while, all the waiters gathered around and sang him “Happy Birthday.” Yuji snapped a hundred pictures, capturing every moment. Megumi’s heart felt full. Maybe getting older wasn’t so bad after all.
His phone buzzed with a text from his dad:
“Hey kiddo, have fun today! Don’t worry about coming back 😃 . Nobara told me they’re celebrating you. We can go tomorrow to say hi to your mom and Lady. 😃😃 ”
Megumi glanced over at Nobara and Yuji, who were chatting with Toge. He figured it was best to just ignore the obvious.
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The cinema was dark, filled with the buttery smell of popcorn. Yuji was practically buried in his own pile, completely engrossed in the movie. Nobara kept glancing down at her phone, trying to be sneaky about it. Megumi, on the other hand, was distracted, trying to remember where he’d seen one of the actors before. The movie was, predictably, awful—a convoluted story about a guy kidnapped for years by his nemesis, only to find out later that he was in love with his own daughter. Blood was everywhere, and the plot twists were as ridiculous as they were disturbing.
Megumi found himself drifting away in his thoughts, just as lost as Yuji was in the film. His mind wandered, thinking about Yuji. His best friend was so focused on the screen that Megumi could probably stare at him all day without being noticed. It was usually like this—Yuji getting caught up in whatever was in front of him. But lately, Megumi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about Yuji. It was hard to put into words, but every time their eyes met, Megumi felt a strange shiver run through him. There was something extra today, too, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
As the credits rolled, Yuji wiped tears from his eyes, talking passionately about the depth of the main character's journey. Nobara was recording him with her phone, laughing at how emotional he was. Megumi smiled at the scene, but suddenly, a sharp pain hit him out of nowhere. He clutched his stomach as his throat tightened, a wave of nausea overtaking him. His hands flew to his mouth, and he felt a burning sensation in his esophagus. The pain in his lower abdomen was sudden and sharp, but it slowly began to fade.
“…deep inside, if it was his best friend, why would he doubt his intentions? He loved his daughter, but the twisted way of—Megumi?” Yuji turned around, his excitement replaced by worry. “Hey, you’re looking really pale. Are you okay?”
Megumi couldn’t hold it in any longer. He bolted to the bathroom, barely making it before he threw up. As he knelt by the toilet, the pain subsided, leaving him with a sense of relief. Maybe it was food poisoning?
“Megumi, are you okay?” Yuji called out from outside the stall. “Nobara went to get you some water! We swear this wasn’t on purpose!”
“What? Did you guys do something?” Megumi muttered, resting his head against the cool porcelain. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
“Well, not yet,” Yuji replied with a sheepish grin.
Megumi laughed weakly. “Okay, I think I’m just sick. Can I go home? We can hang out another day.”
“Oh, please, no. Nobara will kill me if I let you leave now. And we really want to cheer you up. You’ve been down lately. And as my grandpa always said, ‘Family are the friends we choose’... or was it the other way around?” Yuji looked confused for a moment before his expression turned serious again. As Megumi washed his mouth and splashed water on his face, Yuji hovered by his side.
“Okay, just promise me you’ll let me go if I get worse,” Megumi said.
Yuji nodded, looking relieved. “Deal! But we haven’t given you your gift yet, so you can’t leave just yet!” He grinned. Moments like this made Megumi want to reach out and touch his best friend, but he was too self-conscious. Instead, he just smiled back and nodded. “That’s better! You’re starting to look more like yourself again.”
Nobara was waiting outside with two bottles of water and some pills in her hand. They handed them to Megumi, and after making sure he wasn’t going to be sick again, someone suddenly covered Megumi’s eyes with a blindfold.
“What—GUYS!” Megumi protested.
“Guys? Is that how you refer to your beloved teachers?” He could never mistake that voice. Gojo Satoru had been a familiar presence in Megumi’s life for as long as he could remember. He knew Gojo and his father had some sort of history, but the details were always murky. Megumi’s father rarely spoke about the past, and Gojo, his high school Physics teacher, was known for being cryptic and evasive. What Megumi did know was that Gojo had been around since he was a child, showing up at home every week, sometimes with company, and sometimes on his own.
“Satoru, please be gentle,” another familiar voice chimed in. It was Geto Suguru, his former Philosophy teacher. Unlike Gojo’s booming tone, Suguru’s voice was soft and calm. “Megumi, don’t worry. We’re just trying to make your birthday a memorable experience!” Megumi could almost see his smile.
Then, a third voice joined in. “Leave Megumi-kun alone! Are you sure this is a good idea?” It was a soft feminine voice—Emi, perhaps?
“Sweetheart, if there’s one lesson you should learn from me, it’s this: when you get the chance to spoil your favorite student, you absolutely take it! No questions asked!” Gojo’s voice was as enthusiastic as ever, as if imparting a life lesson. Suddenly, Megumi felt himself being spun around. “Alright, let’s count, guys! Eighteen spins, then we’re off!” Everyone laughed.
“Satoru! Don’t teach our daughter your nonsense!” Geto exclaimed. “Emi, please don’t listen to your papa; we’re making an exception here!”
Megumi’s world spun faster and faster with each turn.
“Uh, he just got sick like a minute ago. Maybe five rounds are enough?” Yuji suggested, sounding worried.
“No, please, let me puke all over him,” Megumi muttered, half-joking but still concerned. Despite the spinning, the nausea had passed, so he decided to tough it out.
They guided him to a car, and from the familiar scent of citrus air freshener mixed with the faint smell of coffee, Megumi knew it was Gojo’s. The leather seats were soft against his back as he was gently pushed into the passenger seat, the door closing with a solid thud beside him.
“So here we are, y’all, live-streaming our best friend’s first college experience!” Nobara’s voice was loud and cheerful, and Megumi could almost see her holding up her phone, the screen reflecting in her excited eyes. Megumi's blood ran cold. He had a bad feeling about this.
“Say hi, Megumi! Oh, your father is saying hi!” Nobara teased, turning the camera toward him even though he was still blindfolded.
“Turn that off!” Megumi snapped, his tone sharp with annoyance. “Or I’m throwing myself out of the car!”
“Oh no, don’t teach my daughter your teenage nonsense, Megumi-chan!” Gojo’s mocking voice rang out from the driver’s seat. He was clearly enjoying this. “Did you know about your new tattoo?”
“TATTOO?” Megumi’s heart skipped a beat, panic setting in.
“Nobara, did you catch that on camera?” Gojo laughed, and the sound was filled with mischief. “Don’t worry, kid, we’re not going to make you get a tattoo... yet!”
Megumi’s mind was racing with possibilities, trying to discern whether Gojo was serious or just messing with him as usual. His senses were heightened, every sound and smell more intense due to the blindfold. He could hear Nobara giggling and Yuji whispering something excitedly, but he couldn’t make out the words.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop. Megumi heard the low hum of voices and distant music, signaling a crowd nearby. The door beside him opened, and delicate but firm hands guided him out of the car. It could only be Emi. She was just twelve, but despite her delicate frame, she was surprisingly strong.
“Gumi, if you wanna run away, I can distract my parents,” she whispered softly in his ear, her voice a mix of innocence and mischief. “This is a frog party!”
“A what?” Megumi asked, confused and still trying to make sense of everything around him.
“A frat party, baby girl,” Suguru’s deep, calming voice clarified, coming from somewhere behind them. “Okay, so Megumi, you have our number, so call if you need anything. You guys can walk from here. Get drunk, and be safe. We’ll be back if anything happens. But most importantly, have fun!”
Megumi felt a hand pat his shoulder reassuringly before he heard the car engine rev up again. As the vehicle pulled away, Gojo’s voice echoed through the night, shouting exaggeratedly, “MY BELOVED MEGUMI, BE SAFE OR YOUR FATHER WILL KILL ME!”
The car's taillights faded into the distance, and Megumi was left standing there, his heart racing. He felt a mix of excitement and dread. The blindfold was finally removed, and he blinked a few times to adjust to the dim streetlights and neon signs
“Okay, on our way!” Nobara announced, her voice practically vibrating with excitement. She looped her arm through Megumi’s and started pulling him toward the entrance of the frat house.
As they approached, Megumi could feel the bass of the music thumping through the ground, and the smell of alcohol and something fried wafted through the air. The house was packed with people, and even from the sidewalk, he could hear the buzz of conversations and laughter.
Yuji was beside him, patting him on the back. “Relax, Megumi! Tonight’s gonna be fun, I promise!” He gave him a reassuring grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He wasn’t sure what the night would hold. As they approached the door of the frat house, the sounds of the party grew louder, a mix of pulsing bass and raucous laughter spilling out into the night. Megumi’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with uncertainty about what was waiting for him on the other side. Just before they could enter, Nobara’s hand landed firmly on his shoulder, halting his steps.
“Okay, stop right there,” she commanded, turning to Yuji with a mischievous grin. “Drum roll, please!”
Yuji enthusiastically mimed a drum roll, his movements exaggerated and comical. Megumi watched with a raised eyebrow, his nerves momentarily forgotten in the face of their antics. Then, out of nowhere, Nobara reached into her pocket and pulled out a small green bottle. Megumi’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh no, you can’t possibly mean…” he began, staring at the bottle with a mix of dread and disbelief. He had seen bottles like that before, tucked away in a cabinet at home, untouched but ever-present. His father had always warned him about the dangers of alcohol, recounting stories of a wild youth before he met his mom, and the collection of scars that came with it. Megumi knew his father kept those bottles as a reminder of the life he left behind, a life he swore he’d never return to. After Lady died, he found one of those bottles, half-empty, discarded in the trash.
“Yeah, we do!” Nobara declared triumphantly. “This is your time to go wild! We want to start college in the best way possible. Your father and Gojo-sensei agreed, although they don’t know all the details. For their own good,” she added with a sly wink. Yuji nodded solemnly beside her. “so, happy birthday!”
Megumi sighed deeply, the noise from the party becoming louder, a chaotic symphony of shouts and music that threatened to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes, whispering a silent plea to Lady, his late dog, whose picture was still the screensaver on his phone. Lady, what do you think, girl? Can I go insane for a bit? Please take care of me. He opened his eyes again, feeling a strange sense of resolve.
“Okay, so… what should I do?” he asked, lifting an elbow in uncertainty. In an instant, Yuji grabbed him, holding him steady as Nobara uncorked the bottle.
“You open wide, Gumi,” Nobara teased as if she were feeding a baby. Megumi hesitated for a moment before closing his eyes and opening his mouth. The liquid hit his tongue with a surprising sweetness, mixed with a sharp minty taste. It reminded him of cough syrup, but the moment it slid down his throat, a wave of warmth spread through his body, sending a chill down his spine.
“Not that much! Nobara!” Yuji exclaimed, trying to stop her, but Nobara was relentless, tipping the bottle until every last drop was gone. Yuji still held onto Megumi, preventing him from moving.
Megumi felt a sudden dizziness, the world around him spinning in a blur of lights and sounds. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady himself, and when he opened them, he found Yuji and Nobara staring at him, their faces a mix of excitement and concern.
“Fushiguro?” Yuji asked, his voice uncertain. Hearing his last name felt strange; they were long past that phase, but Yuji always reverted to it when he was nervous.
“I’m… fine!” Megumi managed to say, though the word felt inadequate. He wasn’t just fine; he was… amazed. The alcohol coursing through his veins seemed to heighten his senses, every smell, every color suddenly more vivid and intense. He felt light, almost weightless, and for the first time in a long while, his worries seemed to fade into the background. He was 18 now; maybe it was okay to let loose for one night.
“Fine is enough for me,” Nobara said with a grin. “Can you walk straight? We’re going in!” She turned to Yuji and handed him the almost empty bottle. “I lost the bet, so I’m the one staying sober tonight. Here, Yuji, all yours.”
Yuji took the bottle, sniffed it cautiously, then shrugged and drank the rest. Suddenly, Toge appeared at the door, greeting them with a big smile and a friendly wave. Beside him stood a boy with pale skin and black hair, who looked like he hadn’t slept in days but wore a smile nonetheless, probably another college student.
“TOGE!” Yuji shouted, rushing forward to hug—or rather tackle—him in excitement.
They entered the house, which was packed with people. The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume, and the pounding beat of the music seemed to vibrate through the walls. Megumi felt overwhelmed by the noise, the smells, everything. Since when was everyone so loud? He realized the alcohol was affecting him more than he expected, but at least he didn’t feel nauseous anymore. He glanced around, feeling a strange urge to dance. His body, usually so stiff and awkward, felt different now, like he could finally move freely, unburdened by his usual self-consciousness.
“Megumi!” Yuji called out, his voice barely audible over the music. “Nobara is the one in charge tonight. Everything is set, so don’t worry! I know you might be drunk now, but—” Megumi burst into laughter. Drunk? That was obvious, wasn’t it? “Okay, don’t laugh. What I’m trying to say is that we can do whatever we want, and I’ll be by your side. Nobara will be watching, but she said something about making her own way into college, you know? So I guess it’s just the two of us now.”
Megumi smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at Yuji’s words. Without a second thought, he reached out and grabbed Yuji’s hand. What was the big deal, anyway? They were best friends, and girls held hands all the time. Why should it be any different for them?
“I-I’m okay with it, but can you take me to dance?” Megumi asked, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Alcohol wasn’t as magical as he thought; it couldn’t completely mask his nerves.
“Uh, of course! Let’s go!” Yuji replied, his enthusiasm infectious.
They made their way to the improvised dance floor, the room bathed in a soft blue glow from a lamp covered in colored paper, giving it the feel of a club. Yuji’s white shirt glowed under the light, turning a vibrant shade of purple, and his honey-colored eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. Despite his smile, Megumi could see the concern in his friend’s gaze, like he was worried something might be wrong.
“Hey, are you okay with dancing? I know you usually hate it, but I’m willing to try!” Yuji shouted into Megumi’s ear, the music so loud it was almost impossible to hear anything else. A shiver ran down Megumi’s spine at the closeness, the heat of Yuji’s breath on his skin.
“Yeah, please don’t make it complicated! You guys made me do this, so let’s go,” Megumi replied, trying to sound confident, though his heart was racing.
The people around them were dancing with abandon, lost in the music and the moment. For once, Megumi didn’t feel out of place. He let himself get swept up in the rhythm, closing his eyes and letting his body move to the beat. He caught a glimpse of Toge in the crowd, dancing playfully with a girl in glasses and a ponytail, mimicking her moves with a grin. If his friend could feel so free, why couldn’t he?
Baby, I just don’t wanna wait —the song was loud and melodic, urging him to move, to laugh, to feel the beat. Yuji started to move, jumping along with the music. Megumi closed his eyes and let go, losing himself in the moment. After a while, he found himself jumping too, his body moving with a newfound fluidity.
He saw Toge again, still dancing, this time with the guy they saw at the entrance.
And now I’m dying to feel alive, so baby, let’s try something new.
Yuji took Megumi’s hands and spun him around playfully, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Apparently, he knew the lyrics. Megumi laughed, feeling lighter than he had in years. And then, the song changed.
These words are my own, from my heart flow (yeah, yeah, uh)
I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way to better say
I love you, I love you, I love you
Megumi felt the music as if it were echoing in his chest. He was moving, his whole body caught up in the rhythm, and Yuji was singing along, his eyes locked on Megumi’s. He blushed, feeling a strange warmth spread through him. Since when had his best friend become so attractive? The alcohol was clearly messing with his head. The song changed again.
Lately, I just feel like I can’t get you out of my mind
I feel love for the first time
And I know that it’s true, me and you
I could love you for life
Without thinking, Megumi threw his arms around Yuji, pulling him close. The song seemed to slow down, or maybe it was just his brain, fogged with alcohol and emotion. Yuji’s face was so close, his breath warm against Megumi’s cheek. Megumi could smell his friend’s cologne, a subtle scent that filled his senses. The people around them blurred, the music fading into the background. All Megumi could focus on was Yuji.
Oh-oh lately, I just feel like
I can’t get you out of my mind
Suddenly, Yuji’s lips were on his, soft and warm and hesitant. It was barely more than a brush, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Megumi’s body, making his heart race. He pulled back, his eyes wide with shock, and stared at Yuji, who looked just as surprised as he felt.
“Me-megumi?” Yuji whispered, his voice barely audible over the music. “Did we just—”
“Yes, yes we did,” Megumi replied, his own voice shaky. He could feel his face burning, a mix of embarrassment and excitement and confusion swirling inside him.
“Was it… okay?” Yuji asked, his expression serious. He seemed so close, Megumi could count the freckles on his face.
Megumi nodded slowly, still trying to process what had just happened. “Yeah, it was… more than okay.”
Yuji’s smile returned, bright and genuine, and Megumi felt his heart skip a beat. Before he could say anything more, Yuji pulled him into another hug, this one tighter and warmer. Megumi closed his eyes and let himself sink into the embrace, the world around them fading away once again. The party, the noise, the crowd—it all disappeared. All that mattered was Yuji, his best friend, who had just kissed him. And as Megumi stood there, held close by Yuji, he realized something
Megumi was happy, yet confused.
The party lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the room. He felt like he was floating in a dream. Yuji’s hand brushed against his neck, and Megumi shivered. Yuji’s eyes bore into his, searching for something Megumi couldn’t quite grasp. Was this still his best friend? Or was he something more now? Megumi’s mind raced with questions, but his body seemed to have all the answers.
The music slowed down, the melody turning soft and intimate. Without fully realizing it, Yuji leaned in, capturing Megumi’s lips in a gentle, hesitant kiss.
This could be the end of everything, so why don’t we go, somewhere only we know?
The song played on, underscoring the moment as if the universe had orchestrated it. Their kiss deepened, filled with small touches and the delicate dance of tongues. Megumi tasted the faint flavor of liquor on Yuji’s lips, mingling with something uniquely Yuji — sweet, tender, and soft. Every touch sent shivers down Megumi's spine, and he couldn’t help but think, why didn’t we do this sooner? It felt so right, so natural, like they had been waiting their whole lives for this moment.
Yuji’s mouth left his, trailing down to his neck, and Megumi gasped, a soft groan escaping his lips. A new sensation built between his legs, a need he had never felt before. Yuji’s lips pressed deeper into his skin, and Megumi’s head tilted back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. But then, as if waking from a trance, Yuji pulled away.
“Megumi, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Yuji stammered, his breath ragged. “I just... can’t stop. You know I love you, right?” His voice was heavy with emotion, like he was stating an undeniable truth.
Megumi laughed softly, a smile spreading across his face. “Would you like to go somewhere else? We... we can keep kissing if you want,” Yuji suggested, hope flickering in his eyes.
Megumi nodded, leaning in to capture Yuji’s lips again in a long, deep kiss. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t let go. He was addicted to the feel of Yuji’s mouth against his, the way their bodies fit together perfectly.
They made their way up the stairs, stumbling slightly as they entered a bedroom. The room was dimly lit, and Megumi’s heart raced with anticipation. Nothing else could happen, right? he thought, rationalizing the situation. They were both boys, and Megumi was still figuring out his own identity. Yuji was an alpha, after all. It’s just kissing. Who cared? This was his 18th birthday, and this was the best gift he could ever receive.
Yuji closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click. “Just to be sure, okay?” he said shyly, his cheeks tinged with pink. Megumi nodded, feeling a wave of relief. Privacy was what he needed to feel safe, to let go.
They laid on the bed, and the kissing began again, more fervent this time. Megumi’s hands roamed over Yuji’s body, unable to stop himself. He needed to touch, to feel, to explore every inch of his best friend. His fingers found the hem of Yuji’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion.
“Are you sure about this?” Yuji asked, his voice filled with concern. Even though he was likely drunk too, he seemed more grounded than Megumi at that moment.
“Yeah, just... don’t talk,” Megumi whispered, his voice barely audible. Yuji nodded, his torso relaxing as he leaned back in. His hands began to wander over Megumi’s body, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.
Yuji’s lips found Megumi’s neck again, and this time, Megumi let out a moan, unrestrained and raw. He had never felt like this before, this overwhelming need, this desire that coursed through his veins like fire. He wanted more — more of Yuji, more of his scent, more of everything.
The kisses grew more intense, their bodies moving in sync as they undressed each other. In a matter of minutes, they were both naked, their skin pressed together in a feverish embrace. Everything was happening so fast, but Megumi couldn’t bring himself to care. He was lost in Yuji, in the sensation of their bodies entwined.
Yuji’s lips moved down to Megumi’s chest, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down his spine. Megumi felt drunk, not from alcohol, but from Yuji’s touch, his scent, his presence. Yuji seemed intoxicated too, his eyes dark with desire.
“Megumi,” Yuji breathed, his voice low and husky. Megumi could feel Yuji’s arousal pressing against him, and he realized with a start that he was just as hard. But there was something different too, a new ache between his legs, a need he didn’t understand. He wanted to be filled, to feel Yuji inside him.
As if reading his thoughts, Yuji positioned himself above Megumi, holding him close.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, his voice trembling with anticipation.
“Yes, please,” Megumi whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. And then, slowly, Yuji pushed inside him, and Megumi’s world exploded in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and ecstasy that left him gasping for air. Yuji began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, and Megumi’s moans filled the room.
He had never felt anything like this before. It was like every nerve in his body was on fire, his senses heightened to a level he didn’t know was possible. All he knew was that he needed more, that he never wanted this to end. Yuji’s touch, his scent, his presence — it was all-consuming, and Megumi was drowning in it.
And he didn’t want to be saved.