hi!!! i was wondering if you could write a lil bit of pre-relationship ItaFushi fluff? maybe them dancing around their feelings, being a lil more touchy than usual, but both blushy and nervous about admitting their feelings. i will give you a crisp hi-five if you do! but i’ll also give you one if you don’t c:
˗ˏˋcontains: megumi x yuuji, mutual pining, touch-starved itafushi, just pure fluff, dad!gojo cameo at the end, denial is a river in egypt megumi you are GAY
˗ˏˋwc: 0.8k
˗ˏˋa/n: nonnie this idea is so cute itafushi are my lil kiddos i had so much fun writing this 🥺 it’s a little open-ended but i hope this kinda fits with what u had in mind !!
megumi thinks that he thinks too much.
and he does; he overthinks. he overthinks when a curse ends up being easier to exorcise than he’d initially anticipated. overthinks when panda and toge tease him for having a stick up his ass. right now, he’s overthinking because ijichi is late to pick him and yuuji up.
he’s not necessarily worried about ijichi, they were told in advance that he had to pick up gojo first since he was on the way, and knowing the rambunctious sorcerer, he probably got held up. rather, megumi’s only overthinking because it means he’s stuck sitting here on the curb of a random street, alone, with yuuji itadori, for who knows how much longer.
“itadori—“ megumi sighed, but then he got cut off when yuuji casually grabbed his hand. he blinked in surprise, cheeks tinting a soft shade of red as he looked up at his friend. yuuji was blushing as well, about the same shade of pink as his hair. megumi thought he looked cute like that.
“hmm?” yuuji hummed, his eyes lingering on megumi’s face before he looked down at their joined hands, curling his fingers around megumi’s and brushing his thumb over his knuckles. “what’s up?”
this wasn’t uncommon for them, especially after missions. the two had a tendency of clinging to each other for a bit afterwards, seeking comfort without really vocalizing that they needed it. sitting close together in the backseat of the car on the way back to the school, their heads leaning against each other and pinkies brushing against their thighs. craving each other’s presence whenever they lived to see another day.
“um…” megumi swallowed nervously, inhaling slowly as he gently squeezed yuuji’s hand. if he can’t vocalize it, he sure can show it. “ijichi’s running late.”
yuuji chuckled, an airy sort of laugh that made megumi’s chest tighten a little bit. “i noticed.”
he went silent then, and yuuji’s head naturally rolled to the side, resting on megumi’s shoulder as the boy scooted closer. megumi stiffened, if only for a moment, but then he relaxed into yuuji’s side. his eyes then drifted downwards, noticing how yuuji started to play with the older boy’s fingers. yuuji hummed, and megumi raised an eyebrow at him.
“what is it?”
“do you bite your nails too?” yuuji questioned, flipping over megumi’s hand and examining the stubs of his fingers. “kugisaki caught me biting my nails once and got mad at me because she said it was gross. she even threatened to put pepper flakes on them if i kept doing it.”
yuuji laughed at the memory, and the corners of megumi’s lips twitched upwards slightly, almost breaking into a smile of his own. “only when i’m nervous.” he mumbled in response, his head slowly started to loll to the side and lean on yuuji’s own. yuuji hummed again, and when he noticed megumi’s other hand twitch at his side he chewed the inside of his cheek.
“…are you nervous right now?”
megumi thought for a moment. he was nervous, he couldn’t deny the rapid beating of his heart and the persistent worry that his hands would get clammy if yuuji kept holding them like that. why would he tell him any of this, though? he doesn’t think yuuji needs to know all of those details, he could just as easily lie and say he feels fine. there he goes again — overthinking his answer. after a few seconds, megumi decided to go with his gut response.
“i’m always nervous around you.”
the words came out soft, softer than yuuji had ever heard him speak. yuuji could’ve easily taken them the wrong way, but megumi didn’t miss the way yuuji’s blush crawled all the way up to the tips of his ears. he fought the urge to tuck yuuji’s hair a little bit behind them, wanting to see if his earlobes blended in with the tinted strands of pink hair, just to test his earlier theory.
“you don’t need to be,” yuuji says after a few moments, now lifting his head up to face megumi properly. “nervous around me, i mean. you don’t have to be.”
megumi smiled a little bit, eyes softening further as he looked at the small expression on yuuji’s face. “i’ll… i’ll keep that in mind, itadori.”
when ijichi arrived just a few minutes after their conversation ended, the two walked up to the car hand in hand. the passenger window rolled down for a moment, and megumi didn’t miss the knowing grin gojo threw his way when he saw the younger blushing as he walked behind yuuji. gojo’s eyebrow raised in curiosity behind the blindfold he adorned as he watched the two boys crawl into the back seat, immediately leaning into each other’s sides again once they were seated.
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