You said like three words!
Okay, how would he respond if someone asked him to borrow 1000 yen?
Okay, how would he respond if someone asked him to borrow 1000 yen?
( The last thing Megumi remembers before he'd been dragged into unconsciousness is getting dressed after a shower, Itadori asking him... Something. Then the ground hard and cool beneath him.
There's no dreams to welcome him in the darkness, but what pulls him from it isn't his alarm or someone's voice. It's the sudden, sharp pain in his gums that he can't explain, something that earns a soft, aggravated sound from him as his eyelashes flutter and he puts a hand over his head. He curls in on himself slowly, another sound of discomfort leaving him, and it's only as his body slides smoothly across the sheets of the hotel bed that he realizes someone has moved him from where he'd hit the ground to the bed. Yuji, he's assuming.
Just the thought of the other teen's name makes him sharply aware of how strongly his scent fills their shared room. It soothes that pain just the slightest in his mouth, but what comes in it's place is a a rush of wetness, a yearning to be close to the source of the lingering scent. This has to be a weird dream, he muses, something bordering on a nightmare that's woken him even before the sun has started to rise. )
Itadori. ( He calls out thoughtlessly, as if somehow Yuji will help him figure out if he's dreaming. )
There's no dreams to welcome him in the darkness, but what pulls him from it isn't his alarm or someone's voice. It's the sudden, sharp pain in his gums that he can't explain, something that earns a soft, aggravated sound from him as his eyelashes flutter and he puts a hand over his head. He curls in on himself slowly, another sound of discomfort leaving him, and it's only as his body slides smoothly across the sheets of the hotel bed that he realizes someone has moved him from where he'd hit the ground to the bed. Yuji, he's assuming.
Just the thought of the other teen's name makes him sharply aware of how strongly his scent fills their shared room. It soothes that pain just the slightest in his mouth, but what comes in it's place is a a rush of wetness, a yearning to be close to the source of the lingering scent. This has to be a weird dream, he muses, something bordering on a nightmare that's woken him even before the sun has started to rise. )
Itadori. ( He calls out thoughtlessly, as if somehow Yuji will help him figure out if he's dreaming. )
[ Yuji hasn't left him alone for even a moment.
He doesn't know what else to do, other than to make sure Megumi is comfortable, that he is settled down, that nothing else is going to hurt him. He's not even sure what happened to his partner, not when they had been in the middle of a fight and suddenly Fushiguro was on the ground. It was all he could do to fight off what remained of the creatures attacking them and run off with Megumi in his arms, once again pleased and just how fast he could actually run.
The hotel room is warm and clean, at least, and Yuji has run around trying to find bandages and any kind of first aid kit. He's no expert, barely able to patch himself up if anything does catch him off guard, but he's going to do his best - it's during his fumbling around in the bathroom that he hears Megumi calling out for him, and Yuji lurches, hitting his head on the basin as he pulls himself out of the cupboard below it. ]
Ouch...
[ Rubbing the back of his head, he steps out of the bathroom and walks over to Megumi's side immediately, reaching out to try and check on his wounds, just in case. ]
It's alright, Fushiguro. The fight's over, you're safe.
He doesn't know what else to do, other than to make sure Megumi is comfortable, that he is settled down, that nothing else is going to hurt him. He's not even sure what happened to his partner, not when they had been in the middle of a fight and suddenly Fushiguro was on the ground. It was all he could do to fight off what remained of the creatures attacking them and run off with Megumi in his arms, once again pleased and just how fast he could actually run.
The hotel room is warm and clean, at least, and Yuji has run around trying to find bandages and any kind of first aid kit. He's no expert, barely able to patch himself up if anything does catch him off guard, but he's going to do his best - it's during his fumbling around in the bathroom that he hears Megumi calling out for him, and Yuji lurches, hitting his head on the basin as he pulls himself out of the cupboard below it. ]
Ouch...
[ Rubbing the back of his head, he steps out of the bathroom and walks over to Megumi's side immediately, reaching out to try and check on his wounds, just in case. ]
It's alright, Fushiguro. The fight's over, you're safe.
[ There's been a sweet scent lingering for the past few minutes, and it's been bothering Megumi for a while - drawing his attention in ways that's far from normal. As a young man who's recently flourished as an alpha (Oh, wouldn't the Zenin clan be proud? Too bad he doesn't care to join them.), he's always been astute in his senses, one ear pricked and one eye open for anything that could pose a threat to his 'pack'. Nobara was naturally weaker than them both, but she was a headstrong personality who was alpha as well, so she doesn't trigger that same anxiety and protective streak when he's around her. Yuji, though ... Megumi's anxiety and frustration seems to peak when he's around this other boy, even if he loves spending time with him. It's a mix of a lot of different factors. The other boy was strong - stronger than him, in fact - but he was an omega of particularly sweet scent, and so, so kind of naive, and they also had a history. Yuji's died once before when Megumi allowed himself to let his eyes off of him. Now, whenever he cannot account for the other boy's whereabouts, he gets nervous and starts to worry. Some might call this phenomenon separation anxiety, even if it's more commonly seen in animals.
That's only ramping up today. What is that sweet scent? They were only supposed to run some errands together today, but Megumi finds himself so fidgety for no reason, so hyperaware of their surroundings and who might be in it. Curses, potential danger, other alphas ... It's bothering him so much, even if the scent of the other boy was alluring in many different ways. Like sweet, cotton candy, and not in the way that makes him feel nauseated. Like a warm hug and a safe place to rest his head. He can't take it anymore.
Yuji's saying something, but Megumi isn't paying attention. Instead, he grabs the other boy by their collar, pulling him closer to force his attention. ]
Hey. If you're doing that on purpose, stop it. [ That sounds silly, after he blurts it out. How could Yuji be letting out that scent willingly? ]
That's only ramping up today. What is that sweet scent? They were only supposed to run some errands together today, but Megumi finds himself so fidgety for no reason, so hyperaware of their surroundings and who might be in it. Curses, potential danger, other alphas ... It's bothering him so much, even if the scent of the other boy was alluring in many different ways. Like sweet, cotton candy, and not in the way that makes him feel nauseated. Like a warm hug and a safe place to rest his head. He can't take it anymore.
Yuji's saying something, but Megumi isn't paying attention. Instead, he grabs the other boy by their collar, pulling him closer to force his attention. ]
Hey. If you're doing that on purpose, stop it. [ That sounds silly, after he blurts it out. How could Yuji be letting out that scent willingly? ]
[ Yuji doesn't really understand a lot of the things people talk about in Jujutsu society, so it doesn't come as much of a surprise when he doesn't pay attention to all the 'alpha' and 'omega' stuff. He just thinks it's another thing that doesn't apply to him, since he's not from a special family and he doesn't have his own cursed technique: he can't really fit in any of the other boxes that come with being that kind of unique. He's only here because he ate Sukuna's finger, so it can't be that big a deal for him.
Obviously, he's wrong, and a complete moron, but that hasn't entirely settled around his shoulders just yet.
All he knows is that at the moment he has this weird urge to be closer to the people he likes the best: he likes the way Gojo-sensei takes care of him and teaches him, feels absolutely thrilled when Nanamin calls him Itadori-kun and says something vaguely protective from behind a flash of his glasses - and he loves the way Fushiguro looks at him, as if there's something really good about being around him. He wants to wiggle closer, to enjoy more of that sensation, but he's not ready to push those kinds of boundaries just yet. He wants to keep his head and go home without bleeding.
He's still absolutely confused when he feels himself grabbed, pulled close, and his eyes widen. Fushiguro smells good, really good, and Yuji wants to lean in and press his face into his neck and just smell, but he's embarrassed by the idea. Sure, his best friend is handsome and takes care of himself, but isn't that a little... Weird?
Tilting his head, he frowns a little. ]
What...? What're you talking about?
Obviously, he's wrong, and a complete moron, but that hasn't entirely settled around his shoulders just yet.
All he knows is that at the moment he has this weird urge to be closer to the people he likes the best: he likes the way Gojo-sensei takes care of him and teaches him, feels absolutely thrilled when Nanamin calls him Itadori-kun and says something vaguely protective from behind a flash of his glasses - and he loves the way Fushiguro looks at him, as if there's something really good about being around him. He wants to wiggle closer, to enjoy more of that sensation, but he's not ready to push those kinds of boundaries just yet. He wants to keep his head and go home without bleeding.
He's still absolutely confused when he feels himself grabbed, pulled close, and his eyes widen. Fushiguro smells good, really good, and Yuji wants to lean in and press his face into his neck and just smell, but he's embarrassed by the idea. Sure, his best friend is handsome and takes care of himself, but isn't that a little... Weird?
Tilting his head, he frowns a little. ]
What...? What're you talking about?
call him that and his soul dies... also sukuna would hate being in an omega body podmoyj
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- 2023-10-06 21:17 (UTC) - ExpandAnd I wasn't there to see it????????
[ never mind the clear and present danger to his life i guess ]
[ never mind the clear and present danger to his life i guess ]
[oh ho ho?]
Really?
Say, wanna do my grumpy boy's too?
Really?
Say, wanna do my grumpy boy's too?
we won't.
i never intended on harming or eating him.
i never intended on harming or eating him.
[ The curse had hit him, one solid punch to the gut, and when Yuji had woken up it had been to the sight of familiar faces but almost painfully unrecognisable.
Being dragged back to the familiar school with what can only be a younger Gojo-sensei and encountering Nanamin could only be described as whiplash, especially when the principal allows him to stay with them while he investigates. Gojo-sensei is as friendly as ever, and Nanami is as... Well, strict as ever, but Yuji thinks that he fits in. He thinks that he can work as well with them now as he does in the future, as long as he manages to keep his mouth shut and not spoil anything.
The problem is, he keeps almost bursting into tears whenever he ends up working alongside Nanami, or doing a simple mission as his partner, and it's starting to show the cracks whenever he speaks to him. Too much of what Yuji is and has experienced has to be kept secret, and no one in the past knows that he's the vessel of Sukuna, who has gone strangely quiet and dormant after the curse hit. Maybe being back in time has made the curse go quiet too, which is a relief.
It's the middle of the night and Yuji has woken up with a strangled stream and his heart racing too quickly, memories of Shibuya echoing in his mind with the sound of Sukuna's laugh. It takes him a few minutes to climb out of bed, to push himself away from the warm cocoon of his blankets and go out to the communal kitchen. All he can do is desperately hope that no one heard his panicked screams or the horrible crying that came after it, trying to find a decent glass to get a drink of water.
The guilt eats at him immediately when he sees Nanami, and he rubs his cheek with a soft, sad sigh. ]
Ah, Nanamin- Nanamin-san. Sorry, if I woke you...
Being dragged back to the familiar school with what can only be a younger Gojo-sensei and encountering Nanamin could only be described as whiplash, especially when the principal allows him to stay with them while he investigates. Gojo-sensei is as friendly as ever, and Nanami is as... Well, strict as ever, but Yuji thinks that he fits in. He thinks that he can work as well with them now as he does in the future, as long as he manages to keep his mouth shut and not spoil anything.
The problem is, he keeps almost bursting into tears whenever he ends up working alongside Nanami, or doing a simple mission as his partner, and it's starting to show the cracks whenever he speaks to him. Too much of what Yuji is and has experienced has to be kept secret, and no one in the past knows that he's the vessel of Sukuna, who has gone strangely quiet and dormant after the curse hit. Maybe being back in time has made the curse go quiet too, which is a relief.
It's the middle of the night and Yuji has woken up with a strangled stream and his heart racing too quickly, memories of Shibuya echoing in his mind with the sound of Sukuna's laugh. It takes him a few minutes to climb out of bed, to push himself away from the warm cocoon of his blankets and go out to the communal kitchen. All he can do is desperately hope that no one heard his panicked screams or the horrible crying that came after it, trying to find a decent glass to get a drink of water.
The guilt eats at him immediately when he sees Nanami, and he rubs his cheek with a soft, sad sigh. ]
Ah, Nanamin- Nanamin-san. Sorry, if I woke you...
[ Yuji is strange. He had appeared one day, with little explanation of where he came from or why he's here but an intense amount of cursed energy regardless. Then soon after he joined them as another student, in the same year as Nanami and started accompanying him on missions. Nanami wasn't too fond of this, the sting of losing Haibara still too raw but he would keep things professional and treat Yuji like a colleague, he decided.
Of course that was difficult because Yuji had this terrible habit of calling him Nanamin and staring too long at him, which made Nanami feel like his skin was too tight across his body. So he treated Yuji even colder in response. He didn't mean to, he just... couldn't exactly handle the closeness.
(What if he lost him, after all? Just like he lost Haibara. He couldn't take it, he couldn't do it again.)
But Yuji had secrets and those secrets made things leak out at times. Like tonight, when Nanami found himself woken up with a start because of a scream he heard from the room nearby and knew immediately it was Yuji. His fingers twisted in his sheets when he heard the sobs that followed and he just — he didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to go back to bed like this? Eventually the sobs subsided and he heard Yuji leave his room, probably heading to the kitchen.
Nanami debated himself for a long time before he ended up finding his way out of his room and to the kitchen as well, stepping in quietly and immediately being noticed by Yuji. He shifted awkwardly in his pajamas, not having intended to talk about what just happened but unable to hide that he heard it in the first place.
A little stilted: ]
It's... fine. [ . . . ] Are you okay?
Of course that was difficult because Yuji had this terrible habit of calling him Nanamin and staring too long at him, which made Nanami feel like his skin was too tight across his body. So he treated Yuji even colder in response. He didn't mean to, he just... couldn't exactly handle the closeness.
(What if he lost him, after all? Just like he lost Haibara. He couldn't take it, he couldn't do it again.)
But Yuji had secrets and those secrets made things leak out at times. Like tonight, when Nanami found himself woken up with a start because of a scream he heard from the room nearby and knew immediately it was Yuji. His fingers twisted in his sheets when he heard the sobs that followed and he just — he didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to go back to bed like this? Eventually the sobs subsided and he heard Yuji leave his room, probably heading to the kitchen.
Nanami debated himself for a long time before he ended up finding his way out of his room and to the kitchen as well, stepping in quietly and immediately being noticed by Yuji. He shifted awkwardly in his pajamas, not having intended to talk about what just happened but unable to hide that he heard it in the first place.
A little stilted: ]
It's... fine. [ . . . ] Are you okay?
[ Yuji has been hot all day, the kind that comes from a sickness he's never felt before.
His fever is hot, burning through him, and it makes him feel a little bit like he has a sore throat. If he was the kind of person to actually get sick regularly, he might think that he had some kind of flu, or a terrible cold, but he doesn't really recognise the symptoms in himself. Instead, he pushes through the fight and forces himself to overcome it before he drags himself back towards the high school.
The only thing he could really blame is the curse, and he'd managed to slump in a chair in front of Shoko-san - who had told him to go and rest. It hadn't taken long, then, for him to have Fushiguro at his side, stroking his hair from his face and speaking to him in soft tones. Maybe he was sick, maybe he was feeling unwell, but he was still a teenage boy and a little bit desperate and needy in his sick state, pouting a little as they tumbled into bed together.
Now he's moaning, pressed into the bed with Megumi above him, cock hard between his legs as he tries to reach up for him. He wants nothing more than to drag his partner down for a kiss, but the pressure of fingers sliding into him feels almost too good, his desperation making him more wanton than he has been before. He wants to be touched, so badly, but he wanted to be fucked even more, so he lets Megumi do what he wants.
Turning his head, he breathes out softly, resisting the urge to grind into the bed under them. ]
Megumi... Hurry up, c'mon.
[ He's definitely on the edge of feeling as if he might cry a little, pushing his hips back into Megumi's touch. ]
His fever is hot, burning through him, and it makes him feel a little bit like he has a sore throat. If he was the kind of person to actually get sick regularly, he might think that he had some kind of flu, or a terrible cold, but he doesn't really recognise the symptoms in himself. Instead, he pushes through the fight and forces himself to overcome it before he drags himself back towards the high school.
The only thing he could really blame is the curse, and he'd managed to slump in a chair in front of Shoko-san - who had told him to go and rest. It hadn't taken long, then, for him to have Fushiguro at his side, stroking his hair from his face and speaking to him in soft tones. Maybe he was sick, maybe he was feeling unwell, but he was still a teenage boy and a little bit desperate and needy in his sick state, pouting a little as they tumbled into bed together.
Now he's moaning, pressed into the bed with Megumi above him, cock hard between his legs as he tries to reach up for him. He wants nothing more than to drag his partner down for a kiss, but the pressure of fingers sliding into him feels almost too good, his desperation making him more wanton than he has been before. He wants to be touched, so badly, but he wanted to be fucked even more, so he lets Megumi do what he wants.
Turning his head, he breathes out softly, resisting the urge to grind into the bed under them. ]
Megumi... Hurry up, c'mon.
[ He's definitely on the edge of feeling as if he might cry a little, pushing his hips back into Megumi's touch. ]
[ Tumbling on the bed with his lover was hardly on the agenda for tonight. Megumi was only planning to take care of him, his usual anxieties spiking from the knowledge that there was a curse strong enough to actually make Yuji sick. Wasn't the boy supposed to be resistant to poisons? Thankfully, Shoko had reassured them both that Yuji's body had already fought off the part of the poison that actually posed a threat to his life. What remained were some residual symptoms that were annoying but ultimately would not harm him. So far, the main symptoms seems to be a fever, but Shoko had told him to watch out for some other unpredictable symptoms as well, so Megumi was doing just that.
At least, that was the plan. Then, he made the mistake of crawling into bed with his lover to soothe him further, and one thing led to another. There's really only so much self-control he can maintain when faced with a flushed, needy and desperate Yuji, begging to be touched and ready to please him in however way he wanted. Well, he was always this way, but there was something needier about him today, and his body heat was so warm, just being near him felt like hugging a heater. It wasn't difficult for Megumi to get stirred up. He's still a young man, after all, and something about this boy always seems to make him equal parts frustrated and devoted and ravenous. ]
Sick people should be resting. [ He says that, always trying to sound like he doesn't want to be here, but his actions don't match up to the words. Hovering over the other boy like this, he parts his thighs wider, hiking one over his shoulder as he crouches over the other boy. His long fingers do not relent, two thrusting up into the other boy's hole and scissoring him open. pressing up against where he knows the good spots are. This body feels like an inferno. Just thinking about how his cock would feel in it is stirring him up, his throat going dry and his pants feeling tighter.
Not yet. ] If you can take one more without tearing up, I'll consider speeding things up.
[ With that, he pushes a third in, the pace of his thrusting quickening. ]
At least, that was the plan. Then, he made the mistake of crawling into bed with his lover to soothe him further, and one thing led to another. There's really only so much self-control he can maintain when faced with a flushed, needy and desperate Yuji, begging to be touched and ready to please him in however way he wanted. Well, he was always this way, but there was something needier about him today, and his body heat was so warm, just being near him felt like hugging a heater. It wasn't difficult for Megumi to get stirred up. He's still a young man, after all, and something about this boy always seems to make him equal parts frustrated and devoted and ravenous. ]
Sick people should be resting. [ He says that, always trying to sound like he doesn't want to be here, but his actions don't match up to the words. Hovering over the other boy like this, he parts his thighs wider, hiking one over his shoulder as he crouches over the other boy. His long fingers do not relent, two thrusting up into the other boy's hole and scissoring him open. pressing up against where he knows the good spots are. This body feels like an inferno. Just thinking about how his cock would feel in it is stirring him up, his throat going dry and his pants feeling tighter.
Not yet. ] If you can take one more without tearing up, I'll consider speeding things up.
[ With that, he pushes a third in, the pace of his thrusting quickening. ]
[ when higuruma had proposed the idea of yuji moving in with him, he was aware of the potential preparations he'd need to do before he could actually move in. higuruma lived alone and was often not there—to say it was clean would be a nicer way of saying that it's just empty. so in an effort to make it feel at least a little more lived in, he'd set aside a day for shopping, wanting yuji to be able to come back to a home at the end of his day.
he just didn't account for yuji to find out about it and tag along. though in hindsight, he probably should have. ]
We'll need to get some towels... new sheets, too.
[ he pushes the cart with one hand while looking down at his list, glancing up at the signs above the aisles before steering them to the bedroom section. ]
I'll leave the color choices to you.
[ his first mistake, unbeknownst to him. ]
he just didn't account for yuji to find out about it and tag along. though in hindsight, he probably should have. ]
We'll need to get some towels... new sheets, too.
[ he pushes the cart with one hand while looking down at his list, glancing up at the signs above the aisles before steering them to the bedroom section. ]
I'll leave the color choices to you.
[ his first mistake, unbeknownst to him. ]
[ Yuji is overwhelmed with gratitude at Higuruma taking him in, offering to let Yuji live with him - not just because he didn't really have anything else in terms of "options" but because he was growing to care about the other man in a way that he can't really express. He was getting pretty used to people coming into his life and supporting him, caring for him, and his desperation to make sure that those people are able to survive and be happy...
So now he's here, trying to find a way to prove himself useful to Higuruma while also not being too much of a burden. A really delicate balance. ]
I can pick some colours!
[ He's been to the other man's apartment, obviously, and it's pretty... Bland. Yuji's mind is already whirling. ]
I think something blue would be good! Your place is kind of mellow, so bright colours would look weird.
[ Wait, bright like... His hair...? ]
So now he's here, trying to find a way to prove himself useful to Higuruma while also not being too much of a burden. A really delicate balance. ]
I can pick some colours!
[ He's been to the other man's apartment, obviously, and it's pretty... Bland. Yuji's mind is already whirling. ]
I think something blue would be good! Your place is kind of mellow, so bright colours would look weird.
[ Wait, bright like... His hair...? ]
[ after the fourth bride-to-be runs away after only three days, the young master is fed up with the whole process and hands it over to his trusted majordomo despite Nanami's calm (always calm for the young master has a bad temper) admonishments that it is improper. the husband to be has to spend time with the fiancee in order to determine whether or not it will be a good match.
another war comes to the young master's rescue - how convenient, the majordomo comments wryly - which means the young master and Yuji-sama only meet on the day of Yuji-sama's arrival. it goes as well as expected, which is to say not at all. the young master shows no interest except for giving his usual speech of 'If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I telly you to die, you die.' Nanami would hit him over the head with a log if he could.
there is a betting pool that the young master will die unmarried and heirless. Nanami can't really bring himself to put an end to that nonsense, seeing how only the prestige of the name still draws marriage offers at all. perhaps the young master will experience something profound on the battlefield. it's been three months already and he hasn't written a single letter to Yuji-sama. what a despicable boy the old master has raised.
in the meantime, Nanami does what he can to make Yuji feel welcome at the estate which is a lot easier without the young master around unsurprisingly. he makes sure Yuji eats, has begun teaching the young man calligraphy, shown him the small and big treasures of the extensive library, and takes him along when he has to go into town to run errands.
he is but a poor substitute, he is aware of that. and he writes the young master letters about Yuji, how well he is adjusting, how bright and charming he is. the young master should hurry home before he loses yet another prospect. in the absence of any alternative, Nanami continues to keep Yuji entertained whenever his schedule allows.
he finds the young man in the garden, in the snow, without a sensible overcoat or shoes! an alarmed 'Yuji-sama' rings across the yard, and a moment later, Nanami is rushing towards the young man with a coat and shoes in his hands. ]
Yuji-sama, you will catch a cold. Please put these on or better yet, come back inside.
another war comes to the young master's rescue - how convenient, the majordomo comments wryly - which means the young master and Yuji-sama only meet on the day of Yuji-sama's arrival. it goes as well as expected, which is to say not at all. the young master shows no interest except for giving his usual speech of 'If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I telly you to die, you die.' Nanami would hit him over the head with a log if he could.
there is a betting pool that the young master will die unmarried and heirless. Nanami can't really bring himself to put an end to that nonsense, seeing how only the prestige of the name still draws marriage offers at all. perhaps the young master will experience something profound on the battlefield. it's been three months already and he hasn't written a single letter to Yuji-sama. what a despicable boy the old master has raised.
in the meantime, Nanami does what he can to make Yuji feel welcome at the estate which is a lot easier without the young master around unsurprisingly. he makes sure Yuji eats, has begun teaching the young man calligraphy, shown him the small and big treasures of the extensive library, and takes him along when he has to go into town to run errands.
he is but a poor substitute, he is aware of that. and he writes the young master letters about Yuji, how well he is adjusting, how bright and charming he is. the young master should hurry home before he loses yet another prospect. in the absence of any alternative, Nanami continues to keep Yuji entertained whenever his schedule allows.
he finds the young man in the garden, in the snow, without a sensible overcoat or shoes! an alarmed 'Yuji-sama' rings across the yard, and a moment later, Nanami is rushing towards the young man with a coat and shoes in his hands. ]
Yuji-sama, you will catch a cold. Please put these on or better yet, come back inside.
[ Yuji had been prepared for the prospect of an arranged marriage for a long time; his brother had never made much of a secret of his desire to be rid of the younger Itadori as swiftly as possible, reminding Yuji on a regular basis that he was nothing more than a brat, a tool to be used in exchange for political clout. It also doesn't come as a surprise that the marriage that Sukuna had found for him was one that could not be any worse for his younger brother - a young lord who had lost three betrothals already and was on his last legs, as it were.
Truthfully, Yuji isn't horrified by the match at all. He would rather have someone who has a reputation for ignoring his potential spouses and being disinterested in them than someone who has a reputation for beating and breaking them. Sukuna might think this is some kind of punishment, but Yuji recognises it for what it is - the best of an awful situation.
When he arrived, he had expected to at least spend a little time with his future husband, but it wasn't to be: that expectation was ripped from him almost on day one, left to the servants and staff to take care of while his betrothed found a myriad of other things to occupy himself with, such as his letters, his training and, eventually, his warring, abandoning Yuji amongst strangers to try and find a place here. He might want Yuji to get bored and abandon him, to write to his brother and demand for Sukuna to take him back, but Yuji's well aware that no matter what complaint he makes, Sukuna will not permit him to return home. He will not permit it, because he wants Yuji as far away as possible.
The one source of solace in this horrid new world is the majordomo who has taken it upon himself to ensure that Yuji is content, if not happy. Nanami-san is a handsome, delightful man, caring in his own quiet, stern way, and it makes Yuji want to seek him out and bother him for more of his company. They spend hours enough together already, learning calligraphy, visiting the library, sharing meals now and then - enough that he feels a little guilty for wanting to take more, for holding this gentle, quiet candle for him. He was supposed to be here falling in love with his betrothed, but instead he is falling in love with his steward instead.
It's an awful predicament, and Yuji is determined not to let anyone know. The shame would be enough to kill him.
Today he has found himself in the garden, enjoying the snowfall with a childlike wonder. It was rare to see any kind of snow in his brother's lands, so this was a phenomenon completely new to him; he hadn't even thought to dress himself for the weather, but he's so excited he doesn't feel the chill. Instead, he's reaching down to play with the snow idly, making snowballs and contemplating a snowman. When he hears the voice behind him, his heart skips a beat and he turns, his expression wide with joy.
Maybe he can convince Nanami to spend a little time with him outside. If he could go for a walk in the snow and enjoy the new weather... It would be the best. ]
I'll be fine! I want to see the snow, Nanami-san, we don't get it where I am from. It's magical!
[ He does accept the coat, though, leaning his body close to Nanami's and smiling. ]
Isn't it beautiful?
Truthfully, Yuji isn't horrified by the match at all. He would rather have someone who has a reputation for ignoring his potential spouses and being disinterested in them than someone who has a reputation for beating and breaking them. Sukuna might think this is some kind of punishment, but Yuji recognises it for what it is - the best of an awful situation.
When he arrived, he had expected to at least spend a little time with his future husband, but it wasn't to be: that expectation was ripped from him almost on day one, left to the servants and staff to take care of while his betrothed found a myriad of other things to occupy himself with, such as his letters, his training and, eventually, his warring, abandoning Yuji amongst strangers to try and find a place here. He might want Yuji to get bored and abandon him, to write to his brother and demand for Sukuna to take him back, but Yuji's well aware that no matter what complaint he makes, Sukuna will not permit him to return home. He will not permit it, because he wants Yuji as far away as possible.
The one source of solace in this horrid new world is the majordomo who has taken it upon himself to ensure that Yuji is content, if not happy. Nanami-san is a handsome, delightful man, caring in his own quiet, stern way, and it makes Yuji want to seek him out and bother him for more of his company. They spend hours enough together already, learning calligraphy, visiting the library, sharing meals now and then - enough that he feels a little guilty for wanting to take more, for holding this gentle, quiet candle for him. He was supposed to be here falling in love with his betrothed, but instead he is falling in love with his steward instead.
It's an awful predicament, and Yuji is determined not to let anyone know. The shame would be enough to kill him.
Today he has found himself in the garden, enjoying the snowfall with a childlike wonder. It was rare to see any kind of snow in his brother's lands, so this was a phenomenon completely new to him; he hadn't even thought to dress himself for the weather, but he's so excited he doesn't feel the chill. Instead, he's reaching down to play with the snow idly, making snowballs and contemplating a snowman. When he hears the voice behind him, his heart skips a beat and he turns, his expression wide with joy.
Maybe he can convince Nanami to spend a little time with him outside. If he could go for a walk in the snow and enjoy the new weather... It would be the best. ]
I'll be fine! I want to see the snow, Nanami-san, we don't get it where I am from. It's magical!
[ He does accept the coat, though, leaning his body close to Nanami's and smiling. ]
Isn't it beautiful?
[ every year like clockwork, an invitation to Gojo Satoru's lavish contribution to the charity season arrives with a handwritten note from the gracious host himself containing his usual inane ramblings about everything and nothing at all. Nanami has limited time and patience for these kind of events. normally he'll have his assistant make a donation in his name and send a card in lieu of making an appearance. but Gojo is his oldest friend (as that insufferable potato-man never tires of reminding him), and this year Megumi has inquired about his attendance as well, because the young man has been roped into co-hosting.
from the outside it may seem whimsical of Gojo, but as always it's a calculated move to show the world that there is an heir apparent to the Gojo fortune, and that everyone may stop throwing all their single reproductive organ owners at him. Nanami attends without a plus one. having gone through that farce during the first couple of years and ending up with idiotic drama every time, he prefers to show up solo and leave solo again as well.
Megumi finds him in the garden, engaged in airy-light conversation with a group of elderly ladies and gentlemen. there isn't enough time to exchange more than a couple of pleasantries and be introduced to his pink-haired friend. Nanami doesn't really catch the name before the two young men rush off again.
it isn't until later in the evening that Nanami comes across Megumi's friend again, sitting outside by himself, away from the rowdy crowd. ]
Catching some fresh air or hiding from the wild bunch?
from the outside it may seem whimsical of Gojo, but as always it's a calculated move to show the world that there is an heir apparent to the Gojo fortune, and that everyone may stop throwing all their single reproductive organ owners at him. Nanami attends without a plus one. having gone through that farce during the first couple of years and ending up with idiotic drama every time, he prefers to show up solo and leave solo again as well.
Megumi finds him in the garden, engaged in airy-light conversation with a group of elderly ladies and gentlemen. there isn't enough time to exchange more than a couple of pleasantries and be introduced to his pink-haired friend. Nanami doesn't really catch the name before the two young men rush off again.
it isn't until later in the evening that Nanami comes across Megumi's friend again, sitting outside by himself, away from the rowdy crowd. ]
Catching some fresh air or hiding from the wild bunch?
[ When Fushiguro had first told him about the party, it had sounded pretty exciting.
His foster dad or whatever it was intended to have his big yearly party, and since Fushiguro was helping out this year he was going to bring someone to help make it less stuffy. Enter Yuji Itadori, who’d grown up poor with his grandpa and had never seen a house this big, let alone been inside it. Going from his tiny apartment and his scholarship to the opulence of the famous Gojo estate had taken some time to get used to, and he knows he looks like a fish out of water compared to everyone else.
He’d done his best, though, let his friend dress him up and drag him around introducing him to people. There weren’t too many names that actually stood out to him, but there’s one guy who was totally unforgettable: Nanami something - Fushiguro hadn’t given his first name. Yuji had been captivated immediately; he was tall and broad, polite, seemed to be nice enough, and spoke softly to Fushiguro in a way that made Yuji feel as though he wouldn’t be treated like an idiot.
Before they could do anything else he’d been dragged away and he’d thought, well. That was that. The party was large enough he didn’t think he’d see anyone twice, let alone someone he actually wanted to talk to a second time.
Stealing away from it all for some air, off in a quiet corner of the too big garden space, he jumps a little when he hears that familiar voice. Eyes widening, he turns his head to look and… Wow, it really was him. Maybe today really was his lucky day: a great, delicious dinner, an evening with his best friend and a chance to talk to the hottest guy at the party.
Nodding, hoping the darkness of the evening hides his blush, Yuji waves a hand and motions for Nanami to join him, lots of space on the bench. ]
A little bit of both? I’m not used to this kind of thing, so it got overwhelming.
[ A small smile, then - ]
Is it the same for you?
His foster dad or whatever it was intended to have his big yearly party, and since Fushiguro was helping out this year he was going to bring someone to help make it less stuffy. Enter Yuji Itadori, who’d grown up poor with his grandpa and had never seen a house this big, let alone been inside it. Going from his tiny apartment and his scholarship to the opulence of the famous Gojo estate had taken some time to get used to, and he knows he looks like a fish out of water compared to everyone else.
He’d done his best, though, let his friend dress him up and drag him around introducing him to people. There weren’t too many names that actually stood out to him, but there’s one guy who was totally unforgettable: Nanami something - Fushiguro hadn’t given his first name. Yuji had been captivated immediately; he was tall and broad, polite, seemed to be nice enough, and spoke softly to Fushiguro in a way that made Yuji feel as though he wouldn’t be treated like an idiot.
Before they could do anything else he’d been dragged away and he’d thought, well. That was that. The party was large enough he didn’t think he’d see anyone twice, let alone someone he actually wanted to talk to a second time.
Stealing away from it all for some air, off in a quiet corner of the too big garden space, he jumps a little when he hears that familiar voice. Eyes widening, he turns his head to look and… Wow, it really was him. Maybe today really was his lucky day: a great, delicious dinner, an evening with his best friend and a chance to talk to the hottest guy at the party.
Nodding, hoping the darkness of the evening hides his blush, Yuji waves a hand and motions for Nanami to join him, lots of space on the bench. ]
A little bit of both? I’m not used to this kind of thing, so it got overwhelming.
[ A small smile, then - ]
Is it the same for you?
[ after Gojo's party, life continues in its hectic, demanding, sometimes even chaotic manner. Nanami stays on top as always, moving forward being the only way he knows works best, and is momentarily blindsided when he's greeted by name at a random coffee shop by a cheerful, young face.
lacking a name to match, he opts for 'oh, you're Fushiguro's pretty friend' - forgive the sleep-deprived and undercaffeinated brain. he's been busy, you see? there's no time to exchange more than brief pleasantries, but once he's back at the office, he finds a row of smudged numbers next to his name on the cup. that boy thinks hes so clever, doesn't he?
the next day he rings up the shop and asks for Yuji by name (memory refreshed courtesy to Gojo). ]
You smudged the numbers yesterday.
lacking a name to match, he opts for 'oh, you're Fushiguro's pretty friend' - forgive the sleep-deprived and undercaffeinated brain. he's been busy, you see? there's no time to exchange more than brief pleasantries, but once he's back at the office, he finds a row of smudged numbers next to his name on the cup. that boy thinks hes so clever, doesn't he?
the next day he rings up the shop and asks for Yuji by name (memory refreshed courtesy to Gojo). ]
You smudged the numbers yesterday.
[ Yuji had been a little disappointed when he'd given his number to Nanami-san and hadn't heard anything, but he hadn't been surprised, necessarily. Nanami was so cool, and clearly older and everything, so Yuji didn't imagine he would actually be super into a university student desperately trying to make it work.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he takes the phone with a weird tilt of his head, trying not to dwell. Sure, Nanami-san had called him 'pretty' and been really nice to him, but... It didn't have to mean anything, no matter what Kugisaki and Zen'in-san said to him about it.
Bringing the phone to his ear, greeting the person before - ]
Hah? Nanami-san?
[ Oh, fuck. ]
I... Smudged them? That's why you didn't...?
Wiping his hands on his apron, he takes the phone with a weird tilt of his head, trying not to dwell. Sure, Nanami-san had called him 'pretty' and been really nice to him, but... It didn't have to mean anything, no matter what Kugisaki and Zen'in-san said to him about it.
Bringing the phone to his ear, greeting the person before - ]
Hah? Nanami-san?
[ Oh, fuck. ]
I... Smudged them? That's why you didn't...?
Hello Itadori-san~
It's Nanami.
I don't know if you remember me but you lent me your jacket last week when I was caught in the rain and gave me your number too.
Just in case, you said.
I was wondering if you'd like to meet up with me?
I'd like to thank you for your help with a meal if you're not too busy. 🤭
It's Nanami.
I don't know if you remember me but you lent me your jacket last week when I was caught in the rain and gave me your number too.
Just in case, you said.
I was wondering if you'd like to meet up with me?
I'd like to thank you for your help with a meal if you're not too busy. 🤭
[ higuruma had taken the day off in preparation of this day, which is a feat in itself given his caseload, but he'd made it work. it was likely shimizu who had volunteered to cover, mostly out of surprise that he actually did it at all in the first place, but it's not as if he's in any position to complain. this is yuji's first birthday since moving in with higuruma, after all. he felt he should at least try to make it special.
he normally isn't one for sentimentality, but yuji had changed him since they'd met; little things here and there that higuruma hadn't noticed until much later. he didn't think he still had the capacity to change at all, but yuji has a knack for achieving the impossible.
higuruma wakes up at eight, about a whole hour later than he usually would for work despite his efforts to sleep in. they hadn't made plans yet, but he figures he'd let yuji decide what he wants to do, getting started on making some coffee in an attempt to wake himself up further. ]
he normally isn't one for sentimentality, but yuji had changed him since they'd met; little things here and there that higuruma hadn't noticed until much later. he didn't think he still had the capacity to change at all, but yuji has a knack for achieving the impossible.
higuruma wakes up at eight, about a whole hour later than he usually would for work despite his efforts to sleep in. they hadn't made plans yet, but he figures he'd let yuji decide what he wants to do, getting started on making some coffee in an attempt to wake himself up further. ]
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[ The excitement Yuji had felt when he'd been told he would have a whole day with Higuruma was immense - bubbling with an excited joy that he would never be able to put into words or explain. Other people might think it was super weird that he was so into Higuruma, that he wanted to spend as many hours with him as he possibly could, wanted to claim his time for his own, but he doesn't think it's that weird.
Yuji really likes him. He might not have expressed it all properly yet, but he does. He likes him so much.
Waking up early - or, at least, early in his books - Yuji drags himself out of bed and through the apartment. The smell of coffee is enough of a giveway that Higuruma is awake, and he steps across the room to wrap his arms around the man from behind, nuzzling into his back.
He's allowed to be sappy. It's his birthday, isn't it? ]
Morning, Hiromi-san...
Yuji really likes him. He might not have expressed it all properly yet, but he does. He likes him so much.
Waking up early - or, at least, early in his books - Yuji drags himself out of bed and through the apartment. The smell of coffee is enough of a giveway that Higuruma is awake, and he steps across the room to wrap his arms around the man from behind, nuzzling into his back.
He's allowed to be sappy. It's his birthday, isn't it? ]
Morning, Hiromi-san...
[ Yuji cannot believe how lucky he is.
When he had met Nanami at the party, he hadn't expected to ever see him again; he'd been prepared to simply mourn their passing acquaintance with one another and move on with his life, until he'd wandered into the coffee shop and Yuji had desperately offered his number. Now that they've actually been texting one another, all he can think about is how excited he is to see the older man, despite the fact that it's probably embarrassing.
He wants to keep himself under wraps, wants to calm himself down, to try and be as collected as possible, but it's hard when he's so excited. Nanami hadn't rejected his outright flirting, hadn't asked him to tone it down, had asked him out on what feels like a date... So he's allowed to be excited about it, isn't he? He's allowed to want to throw himself into it all, to let himself hope for the best.
Maybe Nanami does want to date him. Maybe they'll share a kiss at the end of the night, maybe... Maybe dreams can come true.
When the older man had sent him the pin he had been quick to find Kugisaki and Fushiguro and ask them for help for what to wear, so when he arrives there - just on time, thanks to public transport - he's a little more dressed up than he might have been otherwise. It's not as formal as Gojo-san's party had been, but he doesn't look like a scruffy college kid. He looks nice, even Kugisaki had said so.
Hovering at the entrance, he pauses a little, wondering if he's allowed to just... Go in and ask for Nanami Kento, or if he should be waiting outside? He didn't ask, and this place looks a little nice, so...
Instead, he grabs his phone and texts Nanami: I'm here! ]
When he had met Nanami at the party, he hadn't expected to ever see him again; he'd been prepared to simply mourn their passing acquaintance with one another and move on with his life, until he'd wandered into the coffee shop and Yuji had desperately offered his number. Now that they've actually been texting one another, all he can think about is how excited he is to see the older man, despite the fact that it's probably embarrassing.
He wants to keep himself under wraps, wants to calm himself down, to try and be as collected as possible, but it's hard when he's so excited. Nanami hadn't rejected his outright flirting, hadn't asked him to tone it down, had asked him out on what feels like a date... So he's allowed to be excited about it, isn't he? He's allowed to want to throw himself into it all, to let himself hope for the best.
Maybe Nanami does want to date him. Maybe they'll share a kiss at the end of the night, maybe... Maybe dreams can come true.
When the older man had sent him the pin he had been quick to find Kugisaki and Fushiguro and ask them for help for what to wear, so when he arrives there - just on time, thanks to public transport - he's a little more dressed up than he might have been otherwise. It's not as formal as Gojo-san's party had been, but he doesn't look like a scruffy college kid. He looks nice, even Kugisaki had said so.
Hovering at the entrance, he pauses a little, wondering if he's allowed to just... Go in and ask for Nanami Kento, or if he should be waiting outside? He didn't ask, and this place looks a little nice, so...
Instead, he grabs his phone and texts Nanami: I'm here! ]
[ offering the phone number had been a bold move even if it didn't go exactly as planned. but it wasn't just the boldness that caught his interest; the chat he had with Fushiguro's pretty friend had been unexpected and refreshing at Gojo's party. things like that stay on the mind. perhaps not consciously but Itadori had clearly made an impression.
so, yes. he's looking forward to seeing the 'flirt machine' in the flesh.
is it a date? yes, he'd say, it is a date. the exact nature of it has yet to be determined. while Itadori Yuji doesn't strike him as the pragmatic and calculating type, Nanami wouldn't hold it against him if there were an angle to this. it'd be common sense.
his assistant drops him off a few moments after Yuji reaches the restaurant, allowing Nanami to come up behind him, with a casual: ]
So am I. Let's head inside.
[ they're show to a private dining room, furbished with tatami and horigotatsu. Nanami lets Itadori sit on the side with a view of the large window and the tranquil little garden outside. ]
This isn't the place I had in mind originally but it's not bad. They only serve set menus, though. I hope that's alright with you.
so, yes. he's looking forward to seeing the 'flirt machine' in the flesh.
is it a date? yes, he'd say, it is a date. the exact nature of it has yet to be determined. while Itadori Yuji doesn't strike him as the pragmatic and calculating type, Nanami wouldn't hold it against him if there were an angle to this. it'd be common sense.
his assistant drops him off a few moments after Yuji reaches the restaurant, allowing Nanami to come up behind him, with a casual: ]
So am I. Let's head inside.
[ they're show to a private dining room, furbished with tatami and horigotatsu. Nanami lets Itadori sit on the side with a view of the large window and the tranquil little garden outside. ]
This isn't the place I had in mind originally but it's not bad. They only serve set menus, though. I hope that's alright with you.
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