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Megumi first discovered his new skill when he was training with Maki, Kugisaki and Panda. Maki, as usual, was complaining.
“Urgh. It's just so inconvenient and annoying to carry all my weapons around! But I don't have anywhere else to keep them. Neither do I have a lapdog like Mei-san's younger brother to carry them for me!” Maki exclaimed, striking the target rather hard.
“Wouldn't it be so much easier if we could all just have like an invisible jole to keep put stuff, or like a shadow!” Kugisaki said, while Panda started listing alternatives.
Megumi paid more attention after that, looking at his shadow on the ground with newfound curiosity. Was Kugosaki right?
Slowly, he put his hand into his shadow. His hand did not hit the ground, it went inside Megumi's shadow. The shadow felt cool, like an ocean but more..solid? Something like an empty box.
He pulled his hand out, and looked around for something to throw in. Picking up a rock, he tossed it into his shadow, and it rippled as though he threw it into a pond and not his own shadow.
Then, he reached back inside, and pulled the stone out.
“Umm..Maki.?”
Since then, he never had to carry anything when they went out. When he was forced to go shopping with Kugisaki, he just placed her bags in his shadow. He no longer had to carry all of Gojo's stupid sweets, and could just dump them in his shadow.
He wished he could show it to Yuji though. He hadn't realized how much he actually liked and missed Yuji until he was gone.
Well, not really.
Yuji was actually alive (stupid Gojo of course he kept this from us, I'm going to kill that man) And when Megumi showed Yuji, his eyes practically shone, and he started bouncing up and down, asking him a million questions.
“Could you fit a car inside?Ohh!! What about a train??! WAIITT! Could I go inside?!”
Megumu had to physically restrain Yuji from jumping into his shadow right then and there.
“OOHH! Fushiguro!! Do you think you can-”
“No, Yuji I will not try to absorb a car, truck, train airplane, or whatever other thing you can think of. No, Yuji, I am not a boogieman. And you absolutely cannot jump inside.” Megumi sighed, slapping a palm to his head for what had got to be the hundredth time this week. Because Yuji had been asking him all sorts of questions, sometimes the exact same ones for the last week.
Although, annoyed as Fushiguro was. He haad to admit he enjoyed Yujis attention and it was adorable the way his eyes lit up, a light blush on his cheeks whenever he was excited.
Yuji looked shocked at Megumis reply and he rubbed his neck, cheeks turning more pink. “Oh, um..sorry? But anyways thats not what I was going to ask. Do you think you could touch another persons shadow?”
Huh?
“What?”
Yuji flung his arms about as he explained, making absurd shapes. “So like, um since you can put your hand and like store stuff in your own shadows, do you think you could touch shadows? Like, um..argh…I know! Hold my hand! Or touch my face or whatever, but through my shadow!” Yuji finished.
The fuck was he on about. He watched Yuji shift from foot to foot nervously as Megumi considered this theory.
Finally, Megumu sighed and relented. Afterall, Yuji could be very persistent, so might as well get it over with. He got up, and walked towards Yuji’s shadow. Which was on the ground. He did not feel like leaning down, so instead, he laced his fingers through Yuji’s and pulled him towrds a nearby wall. Yuji tensed but followed him, surprisingly quiet for some reason.
When they reached the wall, he aligned him to towards the sun, before stepping towards Yujis shadow. His shadow looked nervous. And when he turned around to fave Yuji. He was sweating.
Megumu rolled his eyes, but reached towards the shadow to finally put an end to Yujis endless questuons.
As his hand neared Yujis shadow, he was ready to tell Yuji that he was wrong as felt his hand hit the wall. But…it didnt.
Megumis hand hit Yujis warm, real back. Yuji jolted, surprised by the sudden hand on his back. He turned his head and saw Fushiguro as dumbfounded as he was.
Megumi spread his.fingers apart, surprised on just how wide Yujis back was. And how the hell was a shadow this accurate? He could feel the mudcles in Yujis back tense when he started moving his thumb in tiny circles around the muscle.
Megumi looked up. Meeting Yujis golden brown eyes, the gold visible even though the light was dark. Yuji bit his lip before nervously extending his hand. Megumi hesitated, but slowly, he reached out, and they placed their palms atop each others.
They let their hands keep the others hand warm, while Megumi was still adjusting to the fact that he could touch anothers shadow. Then, Yuji started slowly lacing his fingers with Fushiguros. He expected Fushirguro to pull away, but unexpectdly, he intwined his fingers back.
Thy stood there for a moment, their hand clasped and entwined, hearts beating hard and fast. Their eyes locked. Yuji felt asthough his heart was going to explode. He had aleays liked Fushiguro, so the opportunitu to hold his hand like thus. And drown through thos sea green eyes of his, made Yuji feel as though he had already won in life.
Then, Megumis gaze shifted downwards. Yujis did too. He was looking at Megumis lips.
Yuji didn't know what came over him. It just came like a curse swallowing him whole. And he kissed Fushiguro straight on the lips. He thought he would pull away, but surprisingly, he didn't. He kissed him back.
Yuji felt fireworks exploding all around him Fushiguros lips were soft and pliant, and he never thought he would love kissing a guy this much. Yujis lips were slightly cracked, but Megumi would be lying if he said it bothered him. Ig anything, he liked it.
Yujis lips were chaste but soft, and the tasted like that stupid strawberry lip balm he's been wearing recently. Megumi had never really kissed anybody. So he didn't really knew how it worked. So when Yujis tongue brushed across the entrance if his lips, grazing his tongue, he didn't know what to do. So he pulled his hair as Yuji sucked on his lips, his to guess still asking for a ticket in. Megumis hands pulled harder on his hair as he ducked Uujis bottom plump lip into his mouth. And They met in an opened mouth kiss as Yuji groaned when he pulled harder.
That's what made him snap out of it. Megumi wrenched himself away, heart beating fast as he took a step away from Yuji, at his messt hair and red lips, before he ran, head burried in his collar.
Yuji felt a bitter laugh crawl up his throat, and tears threatened to spill. He knew. He knew that Fushiguro didnt like him back. He would never like him back. Why and how would someone like Fushiguro, fall for someone like him.
Meanwhile, Fushiguro was having a full blown, fucking gay panic attack. His hearyw as beating faster than it had in ages, his face was probably burning, and he wanted to dig a hole and-no. Actually he wanted to jump into his own shadow and fucking dissappear from the face of earth. Why did he do that?! When he found out he liked Yuji, he promised, swore, that he would be completely calm, normal and nonchalant as he could be!
Arrgghhhh! Why did I kiss him back? Why did I agree to this in the first place? You were secretly hoping for this though, and admit it, you wished that kiss lasted longer.
“I hate myself.”
Over the next week, Yuji and Megumi tried to be normal, thet really, really did, but each fleating glance, laugh or smile, fuck even if they locked eyes with each other, sent butterflies through their stomachs, and their faces turned as red as strawberries.
Finally, Yuji pulled Megumi aside after practice. They had been forced to fight each other, it was hot as fuck so both of them were shirtless, and Yuji couldn't take another second having to be so tense around Fushirguro especially when he looked like that and Yuji couldnt congratulate him, sling his arm arouund him, let alone look at him.
“Um..Fushiguro, I..need to tell you something,” he mumbled, eyes fixed onto a spot in the ground. He could feel Fushiguros gaze boring into him, could see in his minds eye the way hus briws furrow when he’s thinking hard, upset ot confused.
He hopes it not his upset furrow.
Taking a breath, Yuji starts. “ Im sorry about that day. I didnt mean to make you feel uncomfortable or upset. Sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”
When Yuji pulled Megumi aside, he did not think that it wpuld be for this. And fuck him, it was pissing him off. He chuckled, shaking his head, and he looked at Yuji, who was still staring at that spot on the floor. Although now, he qmwas biting his lip, and his shoulders were tense.
“Sure. Sure Yuji, I forgive you.” He said, his voice shaking slightly, words hollow. Yujis head snapped up, his eyes widening as he watched Megumi leave the room.
Those…Those were Fushiguros sad eyes. His furrow..His furrow was an upset one!
He…he made Fushiguro sad.
Megumi was in fact, not sad. He was angry. And annoyed. At the fact that Yuji Itadori was as dense as a pack of ice. In fact, maybe if he knocked a pack of ice knocked over his fucking head, some sense would be knoced into him as well.
So he did what any angry rejected person would do. He acted like everything was perfectlt fine. But he made sure we was extra happy. And he loved the toll it took on Yuji. He was uneasy almost all the time. So finally. He decieded ti end the little game after 2 weeks of tension.
It was a Wednesday and the sun was at its brighteat. They were by the same wall their first kiss hapoened. But this time they were not alone.
Yuji was ahead, talking to Kugisaki about his latest mission. Megumi was waiting for tjem by the wall, right beside Yujis shadow. So, he planted the last final actnof petty revenge.
He leaned forward, and pressed a chaste, but soft kiss on shadow Yujis lips.
Yuji didnt know what had hapoened at first, one second he was telling Kugisaki about that grasshoper cursez and the next he felt lips on his. Yuji froze, his mind short circuiting, and his legs shaking like jelly.
He looked aroumd frantically. Confused as to what the fuck just hapoened, before his gaze settled on Fushiguro, who was looking normal, way to calm-except for the slight lift of his lips. Yuji must have turned pinker than his hair.
He marched over to Fushiguro who was leaning against the wall, slamming his hands over his head.
“Fushiguro, what the fuck are you doing? Youve been acting weird for yhe past 2 weeks, and now this? Please tell me what I did wromg, and im sorry but i really dot. Like what yr doing.” He whisper shouted, firm but it also had a begging edge to it. To his surprise, Fushiguro smirked, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear.
“Im angry, because I got ignored. So, I gave you the attention you couldnt give me. As for just now…its because you just cant take a hint even if it wrote a name tag, i troduced itself on asilver platter. So, I did what I had to.”
Before he kissed Yujis cheek, and calmly walked under Yujis arms before walking back tonhis room.
Yuji, however, had exploded. His mind was not working, his legs had been turned to ixe or water, which ine he wasnt sure. All he knew was that he was red and hot and he probably looked like a ripe tomato.
Wait. Does this mean that Fushiguro likes him back?