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bbunisre · 4 months
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01: PANDA'S PARTIES
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02: MEGUMI IS LIGHTWEIGHT (1.3k words)
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Panda’s parties are always the same—borderline annoying, misogynistic rap music pulsating in your ears and a lot of dancing. A lot. So when you enter the party, swinging your car keys with your fingers and shooting acknowledging nods at mutuals, you’re not surprised to see the same once again.
“They’re here!” a rogue Panda yells, coming through with a red cup.
He hands another one he's holding to you, an unspoken understanding of your frequent drinking habits. It wasn’t that you were an alcoholic (past you would say something else) but you were known for your high tolerance.
“Where’s that bastard Toge? I need to have a word with him.” I ask Panda.
“Oh, I think he’s upstairs. Probably making out with some chick, I don’t know.” Panda shrugs easily.
Even if Panda is the closest to Toge, you know in a heartbeat that Toge is not easily drawn to the temptations of lust as easily as Panda thinks he is. In fact, you guess that Toge's most likely playing on his Switch upstairs, avoiding the party that Panda’s forced him to come to.
You turn to Tsumiki, “I’ll go. Will you be alright?”
“Yeah, all good,” she smiles at me, “Come back soon though. Don’t kill Toge.”
Megumi’s listening to your conversation whilst Yuuji and Nobara argue about who’s the beer pong champion out of the two of them at the entrance of the house. You pull them by their sleeves so they’re not in the way of passing guests anymore.
Sometimes, it feels like you’re babysitting them.
“Can’t promise, babes,” you tell her with a half-shrug.
Tsumiki’s phone starts ringing, “One second.”
She steps out to take the call, leaving you and Megumi a foot apart from each other, “Megumi, how about you?”
“Sorry?” he asks.
Forgetting what Toge's said is a lot more challenging than you expected. You push down the uneasiness in your gut.
“It’s your first party, is it not? How are you feeling?” you ask.
Megumi's expressions are hard to read but after being around him for so long, you’ve become accustomed to his body language.
“I will be alright. Thank you.” he replies politely.
You smile, patting his shoulder, “I’ll come and check on you later.”
Megumi nods and you take your leave to the second floor, a breath of fresh air coddling you at the escape. When you see the familiar Toge in Panda’s bedroom, your estimate is correct. Toge is sprawled on Panda’s bed, playing some Otome game on his Switch. He says he plays it because it’s cringe and he wants to make fun of it...you're starting to think that he really does enjoy it.
“Y/N.” Toge notes.
“Toge.” you reply, sitting on the bed next to him.
He switches off the game and turns to you as you take a languid sip of the drink, “Has Megumi asked you out yet?”
You almost choke in the process, furrowing your eyebrows and swallowing properly. Setting the drink aside, you hit Toge, “You’re out of your mind. He doesn't like me.”
“I mean, it’s always been kind of obvious if you ask me.”
“What are you talking about?” you sigh, “There’s nothing. You’re being delusional.”
Toge rolls his eyes, “No, you are. And he does have a massive crush on you because he was so desperate to believe that you didn’t like girls.”
“That’s a huge sentence coming from your mouth,” you comment, laying down next to him.
The reverberations of the music downstairs make its way up Panda’s creepy staircase and into the bedroom walls.
“He does,” Toge affirms, “I’m sure of it. Besides those tweets, there’s definitely something there.”
“Why are you so insistent about it?” you ask, turning to the white-haired boy.
It’s odd; Toge is usually reserved and calm so when you see him ramble passionately about Megumi, you’re not too sure what it can mean.
“I don’t know,” he answers, turning to you also, “But remember when you broke up with…?”
He waits with bated breath for you to approve.
You sigh, “You can say Choso, Toge.”
“Yeah, Choso...” he nods along, “When you broke up with him last year, he always asked about you through me. You were a mess, a really bad mess, like a really, really, really—“
“A mess. Got it.” you state, remembering those tearful nights.
“Don’t know why he didn’t ask Tsumiki. Maybe he was scared of being found out. Maybe—“
“Maybe he didn’t want Tsumiki to keep thinking about me. Don’t you remember how worried she was about me then? He probably didn’t want to pressure her and he couldn’t ask me because I wasn’t talking to anyone.” you theorise.
“I mean, you could be right but those Tweets.”
“The kids were probably just making fun of him.” you say, getting up.
“Where you going?” he asks.
“Chill, princess. I'm not gonna leave you now.” you respond, walking towards the opened balcony. You can’t believe Panda gets this whole view to himself.
Toge follows you outside and the two of you sink onto the couch outside, watching the neighbourhood as Toge passes you a joint from Panda’s secret stash.
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An hour later, you remembered that you’d go check on Megumi. Sure Tsumiki is there too but she’s super popular, everyone will be talking to her while Megumi explores the unfamiliar terrain by himself.
So you say goodbye to the high Toge and walk back downstairs. Everyone’s dancing and hands drag you to dance but you push them away, saying you need to use the bathroom.
“Where is he?” you ask yourself, wondering around Panda’s house.
You see Tsumiki and Panda talking on the couch, Yuuji and Nobara playing beer pong but where’s Megumi? He's gotta be here somewhere.
“Y/N…”
A heavy hand lands around your shoulders.
“Megumi! Are you okay?”
Megumi’s lids are heavy as he leans onto you.
“Did you drink?”
“I…I thought he said it was a mocktail. I think I had too many cocktails.”
Of course he did.
“Okay, relax. I can’t drive right now because I drank too, but we can go out for a breather, how does that sound? There isn’t much space here for you to sit down.”
Megumi nods, barely processing your words with his eyes closed.
You inhale and prepare for the journey through the pushy and overly welcoming crowd as you make your way to the front door. The excited partygoers ask about his conditions but you give them brief summaries as you battle through the crowd. Finally, when you’re through the front door with a heavy Megumi, you make him sit on the porch’s stairs, “Wait here. I’m gonna get Tsumiki to drive you home.”
As you’re about to leave, he grabs your bicep, “Don’t go.”
You’re staring.
Very obviously staring.
“Please…” he whispers weakly.
“Okay, I won’t.” you answer, sitting next to him. There aren’t many people coming in and out of the party now. Most of them are getting drunk.
Right now, you’re trapped in your own world with Megumi. The last thing you wanted to do tonight, especially after what Toge told you. You didn't know he cared for you that much.
But it can't be true. Megumi can't like you. You're his sister's best friend.
The silence is louder than the rap music playing inside.
“How are you feeling?”
“I regret coming.” he responds.
Slowly, his head tips to your shoulder. You’re not sure if he’s realised he’s done it or the alcohol has consumed every working thought in him.
All you can muster is a nod as you’re glued to his side—thighs pressed together, shoulders smashed and his unruly hair prickling your cold neck.
If what Toge says is true, which it’s not, what would you do in this situation? Would you confront Megumi or would you flee?
“I can go get Tsumiki—“
“Y/N.” he states.
“Yes, Megumi?”
You can’t stop that gut-wrenching sensation in your stomach. Megumi looks up at you, long eyelashes fluttering open. You know what’s coming before it even comes.
“I like you. I like you a lot.”
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03: AFTERPARTY
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04: FAMOUS HANGOVER SOUP (0.7K)
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“Hey, Megumi,”
You're at the doorstep, confused at the lack of background noise in the house. It's quiet. Gojo must be at work this time around.
“Hi.”
Megumi hasn’t changed out of his pyjamas, the plaid pattern a perpetual favourite of his in sleepwear. You got him those pyjamas along with a book last Christmas, a book he randomly spoke about wanting to read once and never again. It probably meant a lot to him because the book is displayed on his shelf like a treasured artefact.
“Tsumiki’s asleep?”
“Yeah, she is.” he replies, “Can we be quick?”
“I’ll be in and out before you know it,” you tell him, patting his shoulder as you let yourself in.
The two of you beeline into the kitchen and you dump out the things you brought over to make Megumi the perfect hangover soup as well as some ibuprofen to help with that headache.
“Have you been throwing up?” you ask, handing him the ibuprofen.
“No but I feel like throwing up,” he replies, slipping onto the bench top stool, "I've been nauseous all morning."
"Have that, I’m gonna make you soup. When it starts simmering, I’ll leave and you can have it.”
“Okay…you won’t tell Tsumiki, right? About me drinking?”
Tsumiki is almost too protective of Megumi and vice versa so when you’re sitting there playing a battle in your head of whether you want to betray your best friend and keep Megumi’s secret or lie to Megumi and tell Tsumiki the truth in private and risk Megumi never telling you anything in confidentiality, you choose the former.
It's the safer option.
Right.
You have to ask him about it--whatever happened last night.
With the way he’s acting right now, he looks like he has no memory of it but you’ll ask anyway.
As you’re making the soup, Megumi sits silently watching you.
You consider what Toge told you earlier.
That Megumi has a crush on you and how he apparently acted during your messy breakup with Choso.
A second later and you’re already grossed out. That’s your best friend’s younger brother, you grew up alongside him and you were by him during the devious puberty phase and you still are as he’s coming to the end of his puberty. You respect Tsumiki too much to have romantic relations with her brother.
She’s your best friend for goodness sake.
She was there during the agonising tidewaves that Choso brought down on you and then, you’d want to go for Megumi?
You couldn’t do that to her.
But you had to ask what happened last night. You couldn’t leave without knowing if Megumi remembered and what were his reasons for his actions.
You turn, wiping your freshly washed hands on a nearby cloth, “Soup’s simmering, I’ll go now.”
“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Megumi answers, stranding from his seat, ready to see you out.
“Don’t sweat it.” you nod, “Before I go though, I want to ask, do you remember anything that happened last night?”
Megumi’s quiet for a second and then, he shakes his head, “No, I don’t remember anything. I just remember that you let me lay down in Panda’s room until the party was over. But before that…“
Slowly, Megumi’s eyes widen.
He stops. Completely.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Tsumiki walks into the kitchen.
Megumi and you look at each other.
“Uh…”
“Um…”
Tsumiki looks between the two of you suspiciously, “What’s going on?”
Throat dry and without excuse, you stand there.
Megumi speaks up, “I accidentally drank last night. I called her over to help because you were sleeping.”
“You what?!”
“It was an accident!” Megumi excuses, “I thought it was a mocktail, not a cocktail.”
Tsumiki shakes her head, putting her hands on her hips, “Unbelievable,” she looks at you, that older sister glare you know not to mess with, “Were you going to tell me about this?”
“Duh,” you lie with such ease, “You were sleeping though. Didn’t wanna disturb you.”
She rolls her eyes, “Is that your famous hangover soup, bitch?”
“Yeah. Have some. I’m off, gotta catch up on some sleep,” you tell her, hugging her before getting all your stuff, “Tell Gojo I said hi for me.”
You dare blink at Megumi again, seeing his face flush with pink.
He knows.
And he knows you know.
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