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Itadori Yuuji is, without a doubt, too good to be true.
He was a little like every girl’s dream; kind and sweet, like an overeager puppy, always offering to do things, just things, for no reason, like buying Nobara her favorite blush because she complained to him that she ran out —not because he thought it was important or did anything to her face, really, he told her as much, saying she looked pretty always, even without makeup– or accompanying Megumi to bookstores he liked and browsing together for hours pointing at books the dark haired boy had mentioned he wanted to read, —not because he liked to read or was interested in his boring non-fiction, but because he liked spending time with Megumi himself.
He was one hell of a cook and he cooked for their little group all the time. He remembered their favorite dishes and their dislikes, always working around them —like fitting extra protein into whatever Maki was having and being extra mindful of making Panda something vegan that wasn’t just lettuce, like Inumaki would do–, always preparing meals to cheer them up if they were feeling down, even dipping into baking, making sweet treats for their birthdays. Always presenting it to them with a smile on his face, radiant like the sun.
Nobara, after a thorough analysis, had dubbed him a ‘dreamboat’; decently tall —he had even outgrown Megumi at some point– strong back, broad shoulders, toned arms, bulging legs, washboard abs and quite a handsome face, pretty amber eyes and a sweet boyish grin to finish. Definitely a ridiculously athletic guy, his boxing videos on social media always gained thousands of likes and hundreds of thirsty comments. His normal selfies got quite some of that attention, too. Nobara and Megumi had witnessed more than one person walk into a wall in public while gawking at the boy, Yuuji always none the wiser.
His one defect, probably, was that he was a little, just a tab bit, slow.
(It had taken him 4 months —and walking into them furiously making out– to realize Maki and Nobara were going out.
And lesbians.)
Kind, cute and dumb. All in all, a 10 out of 10.
Everybody has their moments, of course.
“I can’t believe you’re dating that fucking asshole.” He stated, like he often did nowadays, a pout in his lips and a petty rant on the tip of his tongue.
Nobara rolled her eyes, shooting Megumi a look, “Here he goes.”
One can’t be perfect all the time. Yuuji was having one of those moments, though even then he didn’t manage to sound actually mad, more so like a petulant child.
They were seated outside, at the edge of the outside courtyard of Jujutsu Tech, sipping some sodas after a light sparring match, Nobara scrolling through her phone, shooting appreciative glances and snapping some quick photos as Maki rained hell onto Yuuta and Panda, while Inumaki cheered them from the side and Yuuji was having a moment.
“That ‘fucking asshole’ is your brother,” Megumi pointed out, eybrows raised and mouth turning into a slight smile, amusment written very clear all over his face.
“Hey, Zenin!” Called a deep voice from the other side courtyard. Yuuji groaned loudly, letting himself fall backwards, his soda, and peace of mind, long forgotten. Besides him Nobara was almost giggling, elbowing Megumi, who was trying to disappear into his collar, and he had to resist the urge to gag, “Give me a turn.”
Yuuta and Panda stopped instantly and took the chance to run away as another combatant willingly presented themselves for Maki. She regarded the newcomer with unimpressed eyes.
“No, you have to wait. I’m not done with Yuuta and Panda and I still have to train with Inumaki.”
“I don’t think he’ll mind,” a small ‘tuna’ was heard from the sidelines, “See? Come on, we both know you don’t get anything out of training with any of these brats.”
Maki rolled her eyes, “You’re just looking for a way to show off infront of Megumi.”
A sharp smile was his answer, “Guilty as charged,” He shot said boy a wink causing him to groan softly, red and embarrassed and completely overshadowed by Yuuji’s own very loud exasperated groan.
(Itadori Yuuji was forgiving and open minded and willing to give anybody a chance. He was the friend of a friend who was everybody's friend.)
Maki sighed and conceded, “You know what? Whatever. Get over here.”
He turned towards them, a smirk on his face, red eyes alight with something o so warm. Yuuji thought it was revolting. “Hope you enjoy the show, sweetheart.”
“Oh my God.” Megumi murmured, hiding his flustered face in his hands.
“I’m gonna throw up.”
(Lest for one person.)
Ryoumen Sukuna. Second youngest special grade sorcerer after Yuuta, strong enough he could only be kept in check by Gojo Satoru, the might be reincarnation of a demon, asshole extraordinaire, general menace to society and Yuuji’s older half brother.
And, as of very recently, Megumi’s boyfriend.
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The friendship between one Fushiguro Megumi and one Itadori Yuuji began when they were first years at Jujutsu Tech and by the nosy hands of Gojo Satoru.
“I thought some company would do you good.” Gojo had said, then placed Yuuji’s room right besides his, even though Jujutsu Tech had plenty of them literally everywhere else, “You need some friends, Megumi-chan. You won’t always have your old man here with you.”
Megumi had rolled his eyes at that, “Shut up, you’re not my dad.”
But maybe Gojo was right. Their friendship had been inevitable; a few weeks with Yuuji’s happy go lucky attitude and positive personality alongside with Nobara’s sarcasm and snappy tongue and somehow the three of them were always huddled together like puppies, even after missions. They trusted each other, they cared for each other, they got to know each other and, eventually, they grew to love each other. They created their own little world amongst them. Teachers and older Jujutsu Tech students had never seen Megumi smile quite like that.
All was well then.
Until it wasn’t.
See, when Gojo had found Yuuji he wasn’t by himself. Yuuji, in a terrible display of his lack of self-preservation, had been beating a curse half to death in an attempt to contain it and get it away from his friends from the occult club he was a part of. Although ineffective, Gojo had been impressed, the raw strength behind every punch and kick let him know exactly what kind of situation he had been dealing with.
“That’s nice and all kid,” Gojo had interrupted him when the pink haired boy had tried to explain himself, looking at the curse and knowing most definitely this boy wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer, at least not a trained one, “But has anybody ever told you that you’re a little too strong?”
Yuuji looked a little sheepish. “Yeah, ummm, can you see that thing too?”
And then Gojo had killed the curse, and recruited a new student. It had been a productive end of the day, almost.
When he dropped Yuuji home and offered to take him to a place where he could give him some answers the door had swung open and Gojo had been astonished by the amount of cursed energy that poured out. In the doorway stood almost a copy of the boy in front of him, but this one was a bit taller, broader and those were certainly tattoos and not really odd birthmarks. His face was twisted in a scowl and he looked positively livid.
“Who the fuck are you and why are you talking to my brother?”
Gojo grinned. He returned to Jujutsu Tech with two new students.
Sukuna and Yuuji had been together the whole time since they arrived, so why were things suddenly ‘not well’?
Yuuji would argue they were never well actually.
Their friendship had a little thorn on the side.
“Fushiguro Megumi.”
(Or rather, a really big, Sukuna shaped thorn.)
All three first years looked up from their place on the grass, where they had been relaxing, to the intruder.
“Hello,” Sukuna practically purred out. Both Yuuji and Nobara made a face at the tone used.
“Hi,” Megumi answered back, and oh, Yuuji hated that tone. Soft and bashful, he was probably blushing.
He hid his face on Nobara's shoulder, trying not to be an unwilling witness of his brother and his best friend's odd little mating ritual, again.
It had been going on for months now, Sukuna would drop by in random intervals and talk to Megumi, and just him specifically, he couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge anyone else in the vicinity. Like no existence other than Megumi’s was worthy of being acknowledged. He probably and truly thought that.
“Gojo assigned me a mission. Told me to take the brat with me, said it could be good ‘bonding time’ or whatever,” He shot Yuuji a disdainful look, making him stick his tongue out pettily. Sukuna rolled his eyes, then turned to Megumi again, expression turning flirty again, “Well, I don’t wanna take him with me. He’d just be a pain in the ass.”
Yuuji lifted his head from Nobara’s shoulder, looking supremely offended, “Fuck you-”
Sukuna paid him no mind, extended a hand in Magumi’s direction and continued, “Wanna come with me instead.”
Megumi eyed Sukuna’s hand with a little apprehension, his eyes darting between the hand and Yuuji. He looked so conflicted, chewing on his lower lip and furrowing his brows yet the pink that colored his face remained. Yuuji had a suspicion his lack of an answer wasn’t because he hated the idea, “I don’t know-”
“Just go,” Nobara decided for him, lightly nudging Megumi in Sukuna’s direction, “Go have your date and leave us alone.”
Megumi’s face reddened further, “Nobara-”
“Get him out of here, would you?” Nobara requested from the older boy, causing him to grin.
“Yes ma’am.” He did a mock salute in her direction and took Megumi’s hand, pulling him up and dragging him away despite his repeated protests.
The two others watched them go.
“Ugh, why are you doing this to me?” Yuuji whined in Nobara’s direction.
“Stop being overdramatic. You knew he wanted to go. You didn’t even wanna go.”
She was right, “Okay but maybe Megumi didn’t wanna go?”
That caused her to roll her eyes. “Please be serious.”
“He was literally protesting when Sukuna dragged him off. You just wanted to set him up,” He argued back.
That started a little argument between them, nothing serious, just a petty squabble that usually Megumi would mediate. The topic changed from him leaving to Yuuji using Nobara’s expensive skincare to something else.
Their original argument was forgotten and a lost cause too. They both knew so, seeing as every protest that left Megumi’s mouth was said between soft laughs and delivered with a smile.
(Yuuji still wasn’t too happy about it, but wasn’t all that mad either. He couldn’t be when Megumi and Sukuna returned late that night, thinking they were sneaky and nobody could notice their kiss swollen lips and lovestruck smiles.
It still kind of made him gag, though.)
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In Yuuji’s opinion, it was all foul play. There were underhanded methods in the cards, most definitely. Some sort of cheating or manipulation or something. Only then could he be convinced that Megumi had actually agreed to go out with Sukuna.
Sukuna was a raging cunt, that was a secret to no one. He was disrespectful and brash and had problems with authority figures of any sort, as attested by their father, grandfather and any adult that interacted with him ever.
He knew he played nice for Megumi.
“Hey, I brought you this.” He said one day, in front of everyone, muddy and smelling, after returning straight from a mission and dropping a curse carcass at Megumi’s feet, the innards of the thing falling out, some of it landing on the green eyed boy’s shoes.
The silence had been deafening. Nanami had shook his head and Geto held a firm hand over Gojo’s mouth to keep him from bursting out laughing at Sukuna’s callous display. The other second and third years watching the exchange like hawks. Or birds of prey.
Megumi looked at the thing by his feet speechless for a moment, then at Sukuna. And maybe it was him who made him do what he did. His eyes, usually sharp and attent, looked soft and unsure, darting between Megumi and his “gift” anxiously. His heart squeezed.
“Thanks?” He said, still more than a little confused.
Sukuna perked up visible, puffing his chest out and straightening up, “It’s for your dogs.”
“Oh!” That made a lot more sense. Megumi summoned them as after a second of staring at one another Sukuna still hadn’t moved, giving away no signs of leaving.
The dogs regarded their master for a moment, then Sukuna and then the curse at their feet. They didn’t hesitate before digging in.
“He’s so dumb,” Yuuji heard Gojo tell Geto in a hushed tone.
“Just like you.” The long haired man answered back.
Yuuji couldn’t help but agree. A little like a cat presenting a bird to their perceived incompetent human, Yuuji witnessed how his brother did that time and time again, mixing it with late training sessions, flowers, studying together and meals and whatever else Megumi wanted, Sukuna always provided.
He was astounded it worked, everybody else seemed to disagree.
Sukuna was self-serving, never asked, never apologized and relished on making Yuuji’s life miserable, even by just doing things that were mildly inconveniencing. He was a bully to many people and Yuuji had doubted he even possessed either a conscience or a heart.
“Sweetheart. Whatever it is I did I’m sorry, please open the door,” Up until now. Whatever was going on, had proved him wrong.
Nobody knew what was happening, just that since the prior night Sukuna had been knocking on Megumi’s door and begging to be let in.
It was currently midday and still no signs of the dark haired boy.
“Still no luck?” He asked even if he already knew the answer.
Sukuna bared his teeth at him, “Scram, brat.” He barked, and Yuuji did, shuddering and unwilling to repeat the incident of when he was ten, the one that left his left shoulder with teeth scars.
He entered his room and closed the door fast. The room was submerged in darkness and he stared and the bundle in his bed with a clear question in mind.
‘Do you want me to punch him?’
But he settled for something more subtle, “What did he do?”
Megumi buried himself further in Yuuji’s blankets, making small grumbling noises. He had transported himself with a shadow over to his best friend's room somewhere in the early morning and slipped in the bed when he wasn’t there, seeking a little escape from his boyfriend's incessant knocking and worried words on his door. Yuuji hadn’t asked at first but seeing Sukuna about ready to bow down, forehead to the ground for Megumi’s forgiveness, made him feel like he needed to know.
He sighed and walked up to his bed, poking the shapeless lump that was his friend under the duvet.
“Seriously, what did he do? Usually the two of you are all unicorns and rainbows, lovey-dovey, gross shit.”
“You hate it when we’re like that.” Was Megumi’s muffled answer.
“Well, duh. It’s gross to me, because he’s my brother and all that but…” He trailed off a little unsure,” The gross shit is better than this, Megumi.” He caressed the bundle of sheets hoping his best friend could feel he was there to comfort him, “You know you’re my best friend, right? I don’t like seeing you like this.”
Megumi shuffled under the blankets and with a small voice answered, “Yeah…”
“And you know I don’t care that Sukuna is my brother, right? I’ll beat his ass if you want me to do it. I really will, just say the word and it’s done.”
That caused Megumi to laugh. “Don’t, you’ll get your ass beat, instead.”
“Oh, so you’re doubting me now. I see, that idiot has managed to brainwash you into thinking he’s better than me.” Yuuji joked back, even if he knew it was true that Sukuna could have him on the ground without even trying, “Next you’ll tell me you love him more than you love me.”
“Stop.” Megumi lifted the covers and faced Yuuji, a soft smile in his lips, “You know it’s not the same.”
Yuuji broke into a smile, sliding in bed and hugging the other boy. “I know.”
They stayed like that for a few minutes, smiling and in complete silence. Yuuji was pondering over whether Sukuna would bash his face in for holding Megumi like that or skin him alive when his friend finally spoke up.
“It’s not like he did anything wrong, I think it’s just my insecurities acting up.”
“What?”
“Yorozu,” Megumi began and Yuuji almost groaned out loud.
Fuck. Yorozu. Yuuji knew Yorozu, the crazy bitch she was, how her and his brother dated briefly, all about her insane obsession with getting back together with Sukuna and her antagonistic relationship with anybody that interacted with him, especially Megumi. She was away often on her own missions, and generally avoided Megumi like the plague, but the day prior she had approached when he had been alone, by the looks of it. A sudden flare of cursed energy was all that alerted them and then Gojo had to pry Megumi from on top of her when they found them. He had then pried himself from his hold, ignoring the questions directed his way and had marched up to his room, slammed his door shut and locked after it, even going as far as skipping dinner. Sukuna had paced around the hallway until the early hours of the morning waiting for him.
“What about her?” Yuuji prodded carefully, running a hand up and down Megumi’s back as encouragement.
“The same as every time. I’m unworthy of Sukuna. He deserves better. Blah, blah. All that.”
“You know that’s not how Sukuna feels, right?”
“I know,” He admitted in a whisper, “But the mind wanders, you know. I’m not mad at him. He didn’t do anything.”
“He made the terrible mistake of breathing the same air as her,” Yuuji contradicted, “Maybe if he hadn’t she wouldn’t be half as insane.”
Megumi rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop smiling, “We’re not fighting. I just… need a moment to myself.”
“You should tell him that. I give him three hours before he blows up the school because you won’t answer him.”
Megumi looked at him then, their eyes connected and Yuuji could see the guilt creep in. “That bad?”
“He’s always been dramatic.” He tried to reassure him.
Megumi looked worried, biting his lower, “You think he’ll forgive me for ignoring him.”
“Megumi,” Yuuji took one of his hands between his, looking at him with complete sincerity, “My brother would let you get away with murder.”
They bursted out laughing.
When Megumi emerged from Yuuji’s room hours later, he found Sukuna sleeping soundly by his door. He shook him awake and was simply greeted with a sulky demeanor he knew he could kiss away.
“Let’s go.” He dragged him to his room.
“You need to make it up to me.” Sukuna complained, obediently following after his boyfriend.
Megumi laughed, “I will, I will.”
Sukuna was all the awful stuff everybody said about him. Just not to Megumi.
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[encore: blissblissbliss]
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In Nobara’s opinion, Megumi could definitely do worse. It was an afterthought more than anything else. Something that came to her mind in the latest hours of night after having one too many energy drinks. It came after the dreading thoughts of her body, being too short or too fat or not curvy enough and after the ones where she spiraled about the idea of Maki tiring of her and her moods and her everything.
After the dreaded thoughts, yes, she admitted to herself, maybe Sukuna had a shit personality and screamed and was uncooperative and generally annoying to everybody around him on purpose. But not to Megumi, not in the least bit.
She leaned against the doorframe to their little common room and simply watched the pair, who were supposed to be paying attention to the movie, were too enthralled by one another to focus. Sukuna played with a dozing Megumi’s hair, kissing the crown of his head and whispering cheesy nonsense in his ear, earning sleepy laughs from him.
“Blessing?” Sukuna murmured, nosing Megumi 's cheek.
“Mmm?” Megumi didn’t open his eyes. Nobara imagined that if he did he may die of shame.
The love that burned in Sukuna’s eyes might have evaporated him like water if they were to make eye contact.
“I love you.”
Megumi opened his eyes then, and oh. Nobara realized that maybe there was a reason why Megumi didn’t burn.
Eyes overflowing, drowning, all consuming. Something in them, deep like the ocean, with a lopsided smile as company, “I love you too.”
Nobara turned around and escaped their cheesy little bubble before they noticed her. On her way to her room she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. What the fuck was Yuuji even talking about ‘doing better than Sukuna?’