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“You’ve had /sex/ before?” Nobara and Fushiguro both said, mouths agape.
“Loads of times, actually.” Itadori shrugged like it was nothing.
Kugisaki, Fushiguro, and Yuji were all out shopping together (Shockingly: Kugisaki’s idea), since it was a Friday evening, creeping close to the official weekend. They were strolling through the different markets, now currently wandering aimlessly inside a clothings store.
“Really?” Kugisaki pondered, not buying it. Who would want to have sex with Yuji Itadori?
“Yeah. My body counts', like, fifteen now, I think.”
“Protection, right?”
“Duh. What kind of person do you think I am?” He turned to Nobara, giving her a toothy grin, practically lighting up the store like a walking sun-drop.
As Nobara intriguingly asked for the details, Megumi just wondered how Yuji looked so cute right now.
But on the other hand…
“You shouldn’t be doing that.” He randomly butt in, causing the two sorcerers to turn their heads.
“Huh?” Itadori hummed.
“You shouldn’t be, just, y’know, giving your body out to people like that…” He awkwardly leaned on the shopping cart, eyes avoiding Itadori’s.
Wrong call.
When he glanced up, just for a second, a flash of hurt painted Yuji’s expression.
“Are you calling me a slut?”
Megumi’s eyes quickly widened, lifting himself up. His lips pursed to say something, but Itadori cut him off.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those people.”
“… What?”
“The ones who want to save sex for ‘a special person’ and all of that cheesy bull-crap.”
Fushiguro’s words drawn, quickly not knowing what to say or any sort of comeback. His mouth was open, but no words came out. Itadori was 100% right, he was one of “those people,” the ones who want to save it for someone who genuinely loves him for who he is, not just his body.
Kugisaki quickly eased the tension, switching the topic to how dense Yuji was - because of course she did.
But Fushiguro wasn’t there. Not mentally, at least. His mind kept slipping, spinning and spoiling loose from his skull. His brain kept flicking back to Yuji, and how angry it made him just thinking about how other girls would hook up with Itadori. They didn’t even know how kind and good of a person he was, only that he was (supposedly) good at sex. Yuji deserved more than that.
It made him angry.
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Fushiguro laid limp on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through apps with his thin, navy blue blanket tucked up to his chin.
A knock on the door.
Short, short, long.
Fushiguro hummed, twisting his waist towards the door, expecting to see Gojo, but it was a pink haired sun-drop that entered the room.
“Do you need something?” Megumi deadpanned.
“No, uh,” Itadori stammered, fidgeting with his thumbs.
Was he nervous? Fushiguro took note that he never really got anxious.
“I wanted to apologize.”
“For what?”
“For earlier. I know it’s kinda late since then, but, uh, you know, if you want to save sex for a special person that’s totally fine. I was being an asshole, a lot of people share the same thoughts as you and, well, anyone would be lucky to have you. So I’m glad you’re saving it.”
Shit.
Megumi’s cheeks were definitely a deep, deep red that contradicted his pale skin.
And apparently, Yuji’s were too, by the way he reacted. “Uh! Not in a weird way, though! Just saying…” He flayed his hands around.
He had long fingers.
Fushiguro turned back to face the wall. “It’s fine.” He didn’t say anything more, he shouldn’t say anything more, or else his voice would fail him.
Again, bad choice.
Itadori opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it with his eyebrows furrowed. He solemnly left the room, mumbling another ‘sorry’ before Fushiguro heard the click of the door.
The noirette immediately stuffed his face into a pillow, internally screaming. Why the hell didn’t he say anything else? He was so dry, and Yuji was kindhearted enough to apologize for something that happened hours ago! Did that mean Fushiguro was on his mind that much?
Megumi has been getting all of these weird thoughts recently. Caring more about Itadori than ever. If he was hurt on the latest mission (as friends do), if Fushiguro said something that Yuji would have found weird and worried about it for the rest of the day (as friends do), get angry at the thought of being with other woman (as friends do), start to jack off again with Yuji’s hands in mind (now that one’s kinda crazy).
Whatever.
It’s not like Fushiguro had a crush on him, or anything. He just grew closer to his friend, that’s all.
Right?