[ Megumi nods, watching Yuji carefully. He doesn't have to guess with Yuji's emotions – which is a relief, more than he realizes – but he's still cautious about vulnerable things, like making a whole birthday cake for your boyfriend.
But Yuji seems to like it, so... ]
That's why I didn't join you yesterday. [ Otherwise, he definitely would have indulged in a day-out with Yuji and everyone else. ]
[ It's such a simple thing, but to Yuji... It means a lot. The idea of someone spending time making a cake for him, caring enough about him to want to cherish him... His gut twists, just a little.
[ Megumi still has that half-uncertain look on his face as he processes Yuji's reaction, but... he thinks this is going well? He's literally never done this for someone before, and he's clearly out of his element – but as soon as Yuji reaches for him, that anxiety seems to melt away.
Stepping around the counter, Megumi settles in the circle of Yuji's arms, resting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. ]
I didn't ask what you flavor you wanted, so I just guessed. [ So he hopes?? It tastes fine??? ]
[ Yuji leans up as soon as Megumi is close enough, tilting his head up to steal a kiss - a little harder, an edge of desperation to it, bringing him as close as he can get and squeezing. He loves him, he loves him so much...
[ The fierceness of the hug and kiss takes Megumi momentarily by surprise. He's not complaining by any stretch, and he returns the affection in kind, hand curled around the nape of Yuji's neck to hold him close. ]
Yeah. [ This is the part he's terrible at: accepting gratitude. ] Uh... you're welcome. [ Nailed it.
He glances over his shoulder at the bread and eggs he put out, adding, ]
I'll still cook actual breakfast, but I wanted you to... uh... have this.
[ Yuji is so violently happy that it overcomes him, not able to do much more than grab at Megumi and keep hold of him. No one has ever made him feel like, this, but...
But...
Leaning up, he takes another kiss before he relents, letting his arms drop away so his boyfriend can get back to what he was doing. ]
[ Megumi's little smile is harder to notice when he's shuffling around the kitchen, putting the bread in the toaster and getting ready to fry some eggs – but it's definitely there. ]
You can still eat most of it – I don't do a ton of sugar. [ Unlike a sensei who shall not be named.
Mm, it's probably bad to eat it all in one go either way.
[ Leaning on his hand, he watches Megumi move around with a little smile, tilting his head. He's feeling a level of soft fondness that he can't escape. ]
He teases me all the damn time anyway. [ He's... used to it... ]
But I just don't want to give him more shit to use. [ And this is a thing he did for Yuji, to make Yuji feel loved. He'd be really annoyed catching flak for something that's already a stretch for him.
The toaster chimes when it's finished, and Megumi leaves the eggs to lightly fry while he gets a couple plates. ]
[ Welp, sunny-side-up it is. Sunny eggs for the sunny boy.
Megumi uses his spatula to divide the two fried eggwhites that had tried to mold their way into one, scooping them onto the waiting slices of toast. ]
You're probably gonna have to tell him that yourself, unless he's already on some assignment. [ Megumi wouldn't be surprised if Gojo wants to do Something for Yuji's birthday – or just tries to wrangle everyone together to go out and celebrate.
Turning off the stove, Megumi brings both plates to Yuji, plopping down in the seat beside him at the countertop. ]
[ Megumi is caught by surprise with the quick kiss, leaving him with a lingering smile as he settles next to Yuji, close enough their shoulders bump together. ]
It's not much, but. [ He shrugs. ] We can do something else next year, if you want.
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But Yuji seems to like it, so... ]
That's why I didn't join you yesterday. [ Otherwise, he definitely would have indulged in a day-out with Yuji and everyone else. ]
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[ It's such a simple thing, but to Yuji... It means a lot. The idea of someone spending time making a cake for him, caring enough about him to want to cherish him... His gut twists, just a little.
Megumi really loves him...
Reaching out, he opens his arms. ]
Come here.
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Stepping around the counter, Megumi settles in the circle of Yuji's arms, resting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. ]
I didn't ask what you flavor you wanted, so I just guessed. [ So he hopes?? It tastes fine??? ]
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When he's done, he nuzzles into his neck. ]
It's perfect. Thank you.
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Yeah. [ This is the part he's terrible at: accepting gratitude. ] Uh... you're welcome. [ Nailed it.
He glances over his shoulder at the bread and eggs he put out, adding, ]
I'll still cook actual breakfast, but I wanted you to... uh... have this.
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But...
Leaning up, he takes another kiss before he relents, letting his arms drop away so his boyfriend can get back to what he was doing. ]
It's perfect. Thank you, Megumi.
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You can have some while I cook or put it back in the fridge if you wanna save it for later.
[ Time for toast! And eggs! ]
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[ He's a good boy. ]
I want to share it with you anyway.
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You can still eat most of it – I don't do a ton of sugar. [ Unlike a sensei who shall not be named.
Or actually—
Megumi points at the cake with his spatula. ]
Don't share with Gojo-sensei.
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[ Leaning on his hand, he watches Megumi move around with a little smile, tilting his head. He's feeling a level of soft fondness that he can't escape. ]
Hah? Why not sensei?
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[ Megumi holds his palm above the warmed pan, then seeming satisfied, reaches for the eggs. ]
And I don't want him to think I'm just gonna start making desserts all the time.
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[ Yuji nods, understanding immediately. ]
He'll definitely try and harrass you.
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And he'll give me shit for the decorating.
[ Because Megumi absolutely made the little chocolate heart himself... ]
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[ Why would sensei be so mean to his precious Megumi... ]
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[ He gets it. Poor Megumi... ]
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But I just don't want to give him more shit to use. [ And this is a thing he did for Yuji, to make Yuji feel loved. He'd be really annoyed catching flak for something that's already a stretch for him.
The toaster chimes when it's finished, and Megumi leaves the eggs to lightly fry while he gets a couple plates. ]
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[ Yuji's sure he's heard that before... ]
Either way, this can be our secret. I won't tell sensei anything.
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Megumi's still going to bitch about it, though.
The fresh toast is plated, and Megumi turns to inspect the frying pan. ]
How do you want your eggs?
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[ He's really not fussy, so... He hums. ]
We're gonna spend all day together, so Gojo-sensei can butt out.
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Megumi uses his spatula to divide the two fried eggwhites that had tried to mold their way into one, scooping them onto the waiting slices of toast. ]
You're probably gonna have to tell him that yourself, unless he's already on some assignment. [ Megumi wouldn't be surprised if Gojo wants to do Something for Yuji's birthday – or just tries to wrangle everyone together to go out and celebrate.
Turning off the stove, Megumi brings both plates to Yuji, plopping down in the seat beside him at the countertop. ]
There, birthday breakfast.
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This looks great! Thank you, Megumi!
[ And before he can sit down, Yuji's stealing another kiss. He kinda wanted him on his lap, but... ]
This is already the best birthday.
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It's not much, but. [ He shrugs. ] We can do something else next year, if you want.
[ If there... is... a next year... ]
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[ No point worrying about whether or not there will or won't be one. Just... Try and be optimistic. ]
We can do a special Christmastime date.
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Yeah. [ He's not even pretending to be grumpy about it first!!! ]
I'd like that. [ Because it's with Yuji.
As he tucks into the toast and egg, he waits to finish chewing before he speaks again, ]
What do you want to do you with the rest of your birthday?
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