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"Kugisaki, please don't make me go."
Yuuji was currently being dragged through the front yard to his older brother's friend's house party by his dear friend Nobara. The seniors were hosting a party and invites weren't really a concept so it's pretty much free rein when it comes to entry— anyone that shows up— including the younger years such as them.
"Shut up! Choso is Sukuna's friend so you're guaranteeing entry for the rest of us—we went over this." She hissed, shoving him up the threshold of the open entrance. Maki was by her side, one of her hands leisurely in her pockets while she covered her yawning mouth with another.
"If I'm being dragged into this as well, you have zero right to be the only one to escape, Itadori." Her glasses glinted in the flashing lights surrounding what seemed to be a mansion to Yuuji's standards, making her look especially menacing.
Yuuji groaned, as he knew he wasn't going to win against these two. It wasn't like he wasn't used to these parties— he didn't mind the drinking and all— but it was what he was there to do that had him shitting himself. Nobara had finally 'convinced', (more so threatened, but she would never admit that), Yuuji to confess his feelings.
Yuuji's feelings for Megumi, his best friend.
The loud music engulfing them as they attempted to push past the horrifyingly dense crowd gathered at the door drowned out his thoughts. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the flaring lights and the assault of the smell of alcohol on his nose, trailing down thickly as the scent lingered down to his taste buds, too.
Nobara still hadn't let go of the grip she had on his arm.
"You promised me, and you're not backing out this time. I cannot handle any more years of this homoerotic yearning between you two—"
Yuuji tried his best to struggle, but Nobara was scarily determined and equally as strong. "I can't do it; you can't make me. How do you even know if he's here—?"
"If who's here?" Yuuji's head flicked up to the sudden gruff voice, just to see his brother stood before him with his arms crossed. "What the fuck are you kids doing here?" Sukuna growled. "Who else have you brought— who are you talking about?"
Yuuji panicked. This was the first party, however, that he'd be in with his classmates as well as his brother's. Unsurprisingly, he's definitely pissed about the fact of seeing his younger brother and his friends lurking around his friend's party.
"I— no one! I don't know who—" Yuuji stammered, a little overwhelmed already.
"Fuck off, Sukuna. It's not like we're not the only ones," Nobara scoffed, one of the very few able to challenge Sukuna's insults right back at him.
She gestured to their other classmates: giggling, already too many drinks deep, flirting or making out or being picked on by someone older.
"Besides, he's on a mission."
Nobara slapped her palms on Yuuji's shoulders, pushing him forward and grinning maniacally at his brother.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. "What mission?"
"We're making him confess—"
"Shut up! " He hissed to Nobara. Yuuji quickly turned to his brother. "Listen, we're fine—it's not our first time at a party or anything," he glanced nervously towards the scowling face. "Can't you just trust me?"
He was a little scared of his brother, but who wouldn't be? He was only especially worried because Sukuna definitely would be pissed to find him here. Surprisingly, though, he just sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Okay, fine!" He grumbled, raising his hands in surrender. His eyes flitted from Nobara to Yuuji, then back to Nobara again and he raised his eyebrow. She must've made some kind of face because when Yuuji turned to her, she was already looking at him innocently, shrugging.
Suddenly, Sukuna chuckled with a small smirk. "Oh! I get it!" He pushed past Yuuji, pressing a strong hand into his shoulder on the way, leaning in to his ear quickly and whispered: "He's over on the balcony, loverboy," before vanishing.
Yuuji's head mechanically shifted to look at Nobara's guilty expression, pissed. "What have you told him?"
"Seriously, nothing. Anyone can see your crush on the guy—its written all over your face!" He reached for her collar but she swatted his hand away. "Don't you dare, are you gonna hit a girl?"
"I do not see you as a girl."
"You bastard—" She was interrupted by a booming voice, penetrating through the buzz of the party.
"My brother!" Yuuji flinched as he was bodied by an unnatural force, almost knocking him over as he was bear-hugged from the back.
Todo.
Also a friend of Choso's, but also decidedly adopted Yuuji earlier in the school year. For his terrifying size and bulkiness, he has quite an... interesting personality.
"Oh! Todo!" Yuuji breathed with as much excitement as he could muster, considering his lungs were somewhat compromised in the other's grasp. He could hear Nobara and Maki muttering amongst themselves, bewildered.
"He scares the shit out of me."
"Seriously. And where the fuck did he even come from..?"
He squinted up to see Todo's grinning face, his pure delight at finding Yuuji; he absolutely stank of alcohol, though. He offered a sheepish smile, hoping to satisfy Todo, and tried to match his enthusiasm.
"Todo!"
Yuuji flinched as Todo shoved a huge jug of something in his face, sloshing around dangerously with how full it was. He smiled a toothy grin and Yuuji was forced to accept defeat to the foul stench coming from his mouth.
"You want some? My own special," he paused for a moment and frowned at his lack of excitement. Todo waved the jug in his face again. "Hey, I don't just give this out to a-nyone!" He drew out the 'a' dramatically and Yuuji almost died from his bad breath.
Luckily, Maki came to his rescue.
"Quit harassing him," she snapped, shoving him away, allowing Yuuji to stand back on his feet.
Todo pouted. "I'm not harassing—"
"You're offering drink to a minor."
His jaw dropped as he stared at her incredulously. He stammered in disbelief, gesturing to their surroundings; Yuuji looked, it didn't change much from what he last saw—if anything it was worse. Now, people were throwing up in the corners, starting to get violent, while the smarter had begun to disperse, some leaving to go somewhere else.
"I'm the least of the problems here."
Maki stared for a moment but just gave up. The three sighed as they knew couldn't argue.
Nobara took the opportunity to shove Yuuji to get his attention. "Hey, remember the goal." She hissed.
"What goal?"
"Fuck off, Todo!" Maki groaned.
The two continued bickering while Yuuji turned to Nobara, eyes widened with the same fear.
"Seriously, I can't. This is too much of a high-risk-low-reward situation—"
"Oh my God."
"—we don't know if he feels the same—"
"We really do."
"—I'm gonna embarrass myself, I can't do it—"
Nobara sighed, her head dropping to look to the ground.
"—next time. Next time, I promise—!"
Nobara grabbed him by the shoulders, causing him to jolt and forced to look into her hard gaze, inches away from his own. She looked fucking crazy.
"You're doing it today. I don't fucking care how. Sober, drunk, high—I don't give a shit."
"...I don't—"
"Is this a confession?" Todo cheerfully chimed in, now somehow with a flailing Maki in a chokehold, (they must've started to get physical, and it looks like Todo won).
"Uh..."
Suddenly, the jug reappeared in his face.
Todo's smile started to look a little sinister. "Y'know, you could always..." He looked back and forth between the jug and Yuuji's eyes, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Okay, no. He doesn't drink and that's way too strong—" Nobara started, but Yuuji wasn't entirely listening.
All of a sudden, he felt a surge of motivation.
He looked up at Todo, his eyes glistening with a newfound eagerness. "It's strong?"
Nobara panicked. "Okay, I know I was the one that said—"
Todo's eyes lit up as he understood Yuuji was becoming convinced. "Yes, so strong."
"Hey, no—"
He released Maki from his grip, and she stumbled forward wheezing and clutching her throat, and she shot a piercing glare at the back of his head. Todo marched towards Yuuji and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"My brother, out of everyone, I know you can handle it. You're the strongest."
Yuuji gulped. "Well, drunk words are sober thoughts..." He smiled sheepishly as he grabbed the jug.
Maki and Nobara were too slow to react, their eyes only widened as Yuuji took a huge swig. He gulped down the entire concoction to the last drop.
Todo cheered clapping his hands together before roughly patting, or shoving, Yuuji's back. He lurched forward and gagged a little, but he punched himself in the gut and held back.
... That was so disgusting.
"Told you!" He whooped, clearly delighted to finally get someone to stupidly drink his deadly mix. "Told you you could do it!"
Yuuji groaned. "Fuck... My stomach—" he covered his mouth as he gagged again. He fell into Nobara, who snapped her head to glare at Todo.
"What the fuck was in that?" Nobara looked the remnants of the jug: just a few stray droplets on the side of the side, and she looked at Yuuji as if to say, he really drank all of that?
Todo shrugged. "My special is different everytime; it's a part of the charm, the mystery! Also, I'm always off my ass when I make them, so I never remember..." He scratched his head and stared back at the girls who looked like murder itself. "What? He's fine, it's not poison or anything."
"It's looking like it is." Maki leaned forward to check Yuuji's face. "Hey, you good?"
"..."
She blinked at him a few moments longer and stood back up, the two looking at her expectantly. She shook her head gravely.
"... He's dead? He's dead!" Todo wailed, his hands coming to hold his face as he mourned.
"Yes, you killed him now fuck off." Nobara monotonously retorted.
Todo sniffled and shuffled away, pushing and shoving aside a very confused crowd as he left in crocodile tears.
Yuuji finally roused awake from whatever state he was in. He mumbled something unintelligible. Maki turned back to him. "Huh?"
"Megumi..." He murmured. He suddenly stood up, shaky but like he was holding himself up strong. He staggered on his feet before solidly planting them down to the ground in an accident wide stance. He blinked slowly, pointing forward. "Balcony. I'm gonna go."
The girls glanced ahead to see that he was pointing to the stairs, which did lead up to the balcony. Nobara covered her mouth, impressed at his sudden initiative.
"Oh, wow." She gaped in awe.
Maki scoffed. "Maybe getting him drunk was the right idea." She bumped Nobara's shoulder in praise as they watched the inebriated Yuuji waddle towards the staircase.
"... Should we help him upstairs?" Nobara glanced to Maki.
"Nah, baby is taking his first steps, making the first move." She snorted. "Also, this is too fucking funny."
They watched Yuuji trip on his own jeans and fall up the stairs, flattening his nose in the process. He groaned in pain, uncharacteristically taking too much time to get back up, as he glanced back to Maki and Nobara.
His eyes widened, dazzlingly bright with an idiotic innocence, and he waved at them as if he'd never seen them before. They both stifled a laugh and waved back, shaking from trying to hold back their cackles.
"Is Yuuji drunk?"
The girls turned to see Inumaki and Panda had appeared, looking concerningly at the drunkard almost up the stairs, (that is, unless he trips again).
Drunk doesn't cut it. Inumaki signed. He's hammered.
"He's gonna confess to Fushiguro." Nobara stated proudly. Maki nodded but the boys just looked dumbfounded.
"... Seriously?" Panda stared at them. "It's about time but... I mean, really?" Inumaki blinked at them, sharing the thought.
"Turns out being hammered makes him less stupid." Maki frowned. "Or, more stupid?" She questioned.
Nobara shrugged. "There's a pretty fine line between the two, especially for him."
They all hummed in agreement.
"Is he, like, alright though?" Panda didn't seem entirely convinced.
As if on cue, they heard a big thud and crash, signalling that Yuuji had taken another tumble. The rest made a noise of uncertainty but Maki waved it away.
"We'll make sure he's safe, we'll sort him out if needs be." Maki sighed, and Nobara nodded.
They all smiled as they saw Yuuji finally reached the top, who celebrated the feat by planting his feet firmly and throwing his limbs out like a star, whooping with pure joy.
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Yuuji huffed, clinging to the banister as he caught his breath. It's really hard to put one foot in front of the other when the entire world is spinning, especially when ascending up the stairs and it feels like you're ascending into the air.
He grappled his hands against the wall, trying to grasp any kind of support as he made his way to the balcony. He yelped apologies to couples he bumped into, making out around corners he turned and being very vocal about how much of a good time they were having. He's pretty sure he knew what some of the shut doors of the rooms upstairs might've meant.
But, the one room he needed luckily was left open. The one with the balcony. He sighed in relief, a small smile coming to form as he clacked the door shut behind him and feeling the slight draft of the open balcony, just around the corner, sent shivers to his exposed arms.
He leaned his head around the wall, catching a glimpse of a figure stood past the full length window to the side of the doors. The spiky tufts of dark hair, the casual and relaxed demeanor as he leaned forward with his arms crossed atop the balcony railing, his content face as he stared ahead with the ghost of a smile on his lips. Yuuji felt his mind sober for that moment only, that moment as he took in every detail of the boy on the balcony, from the way he dressed to the way he held himself.
Megumi.
However, his feet stopped as Yuuji froze, still in place; he heard laughter. Laughter that didn't come from Megumi, because he knows what that sounds like; he was one of the few that could make him laugh.
"God, can you believe that? When I tell you, I was in stitches—"
Yuuji wondered why they stopped talking until he realised he had unknowingly stepped forward and slid the door further open to allow himself to stand in the space inbetween—between where everyone else was, the rest of the house, and the space with Megumi in it, on the balcony.
"Ah." The two were looking at him now. Yuuji had to say something, but it was difficult to say anything when Megumi had his gaze fixed on him. Instead, he just stared back.
"Oh, Itadori!"
Yuuji forced himself to rip his eyes away from Megumi and finally face the other.
"... Yuuta." He said simply. He realised how odd he was being and quickly continued. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realise—"
Yuuta, like Megumi, didn't really like going to parties. They both only really went because of their friends influence, and they'd only show face and would never take part in anything to do with them—mostly to avoid any nagging or complaints later on for ditching.
For that, it makes sense that they'd be here, hanging out and chatting together. It makes sense to Yuuji, but that doesn't mean he can't help but feel a little jealous
Yuuta's eyes flicked between Megumi and Yuuji, and then back to Megumi again. He licked his lips suddenly, dry from the fresh air, and straightened up while shoving his hands into his pockets. He offered a kind smile.
"No, don't be silly! I was just heading out anyways, right, Megumi?"
Megumi glanced over at Yuuji. He has long eyelashes, even in the moonlight he can see that. He looks really good in the moonlight, actually. The blue hue on his hair is enough to make him stare just a little too long. So long that he didn't hear what he said.
"... Itadori?"
Fuck, his voice is so nice. He doesn't normally drink at these parties too, like Yuuji. When he does, his voice gets a little lower, unlike now where it's still got a soft lilt to it—especially when he says his name. He imagines that's how he would sound in a couple years time; when they're older, maybe in college together, maybe living together, maybe closer than now.
Megumi snapped his fingers in front of his face.
"Huh? Oh!" Yuuji forced himself out of his reverie, only now noticing the absence of the other boy. "Wait, where's Yuuta?"
"... He left? It's been a minute." He blinked at him, in confusion, for a moment. Suddenly, his features softened and his strong stare lessened it's intensity as a small smile quirked the side of his mouth, (which he needs to stop doing before Yuuji loses all control in his legs and topples to the ground). "Are you drunk?"
His voice was teasing, dripping with a playful tone that Megumi rarely was in the mood for. It was so rare that Yuuji couldn't help the red rushing to his face.
"Yeah... How could you tell?" He smiled and Megumi just shook his head, equally as amused.
His was smiling fully now, but Yuuji wasn't really sure why.
"So, what is it?" Megumi turned around to face Yuuji, leaning his forearms back on the balcony railing.
"What do you mean?" Yuuji stepped forward, leaning on the railing beside him but facing out instead. He turned his head to look at him; their faces were closer than he realised and he hoped Megumi didn't notice his small surprise.
"I mean," he sighed, as he yawned quickly, "you don't normally drink. I thought we both were the ones that stayed sober at these."
Yuuji just hummed in response, not really answering him. So much for getting drunk; he felt like he was sobering up already with the way he couldn't miss a single detail about Megumi, the space between them, and the piercing eye contact that he couldn't help but yield to.
The entire party—everyone inside or outside, the blaring music, the harsh lights, the midnight fireworks and sparklers being set off for who knows why—all felt invisible to Yuuji's eyes. Maybe he was a little drunk in that sense—all focus being on the other boy—and the fact that he didn't feel as nervous as he would've been.
"It's just... a little help."
"Hm?"
Yuuji froze in place; he didn't mean to mumble that thought out. He couldn't bring himself to face Megumi, and he felt that he'd heard what he'd said anyway, even while he heard the slight rustle of him leaning into him more. Closer.
"Help for what?"
He knows what he's doing.
Yuuji was brighter than his hair at this point, surely. He begrudgingly glanced at Megumi out of the corner of his eye and his heart almost stopped.
His dark eyes looked huge in the low light, fixed on Yuuji's drunk dilated ones, his hair was a little messy, maybe from the outside breeze but honestly it didn't take much for his hair to go rogue—not that there's any complaints from Yuuji on that—his smile was mocking, like he knew what it did to Yuuji's brain.
But that wasn't the worst part.
Yuuji, the fucking idiot, only just realised what he was wearing. Megumi caught him staring down and followed his gaze.
"Oh, yeah," he lifted the collar as if to show and affirm Yuuji's horror. "I meant to return this—you left it at my house the other day, y'know, when we were playing mario kart? Do you mind if I wash it and then give it back?"
Megumi was wearing Yuuji's hoodie.
Yuuji made a strangled sound—causing Megumi to raise a concerned eyebrow—and he decided to rapidly nod his head, afraid his words would betray him.
"Okay, are you good?"
"Mhm!"
"Itadori."
Fuck, why is he saying his name like that.
He didn't say anything else, though. Like he was waiting for Yuuji to speak up.
They stayed like that for a couple moments longer, in a half-comfortable silence, while Megumi patiently waited for Yuuji to gather his thoughts.
Out of nowhere, Yuuji groaned loudly and smushed his cheeks with his hands before raking them in his hair.
"Fuck me." He's finally had enough. He turned and faced Megumi, looking at him directly in the eyes, causing him to genuinely flinch back in surprise.
"I like you."
No response.
"Like, I really like you."
"..."
"..."
Megumi didn't say anything for a while, and Yuuji was getting closer to flinging himself over the railing. Sadly, he figured he could probably survive the fall, but maybe if he climbed the roof behind him, the fall is sure to break at least one leg—
"Itadori."
Oh god. He does not want to hear the rejection, actually.
"Hey, this has been—great—amazing, even! However, I—" Yuuji awkwardly pointed to the door with his thumbs.
"Itadori—"
"—will take my leave!" He added cheerily. He span on his ankle and then proceeded to promptly collapse from lack of balance. He stood quickly as if nothing happened. "I'm fine—!"
"Yuuji."
He felt a grab at his wrist and he swore the entire world went silent. 'Yuuji'? First name? Yuuji tried to ignore how the sound of his name on Megumi's lips made his brain work ten times slower. He never calls him that. Was he trying to soften the rejection? He's probably calling me that in a friend way, Yuuji reasoned with himself.
"Listen, uh, Megumi. It's okay! I— didn't, um, expect you to, y'know—"
Before he could even register it, his arm was yanked back as he was pulled to face Megumi, his expression unreadable. His eyes were hardened, jaw clenched, eyebrows scrunched slightly as he stared into Yuuji. Also, their faces were way too close.
Megumi's hand suddenly slipped to rest on Yuuji's neck, just under his ear, his fingertips slightly brushing his undercut. He shivered at the cold contact. Wait, what?
"What are you—"
At that moment, Megumi leaned close and, out of nowhere, he felt a press of lips against his own. His eyes widened, suddenly blinking fast, while the other boy merely tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. While it felt like it lasted for an eternity in the moment, when Megumi pulled away Yuuji realised just how fleeting the kiss was; a pang surged through him at the loss of contact.
"Whatthefuck—"
He couldn't tell if his quick words were slurred by the alcohol or Megumi but it all came out as one word almost, and he had no time to react when he was pulled in again, and he let out a short gasp.
Big mistake.
Megumi took the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips; and Yuuji almost died. He struggled to keep up, each slide of their lips turning his brain further and further to mush. Eventually, he managed to kiss him back with equal fervour—and as the hands on his neck shifted him to tilt their heads to deepen the kiss, Yuuji's hands fell to rest on Megumi's back and waist. The action earned him a pleased hum as he felt him smile against his lips.
"Yuuji," he murmured, and feeling the ghost of his name and the other boy's hot breath on his face sent shivers down his spine—down to his freezing toes in the chill of the moonlight night.
Yuuji only groaned in response, kissing him first this time. They stayed like that for a little longer before Megumi was the one to eventually pull away. Suddenly, the shock and embarrassment at what they'd done caught up to him as his face flushed, a colour almost brighter than his hair, and he covered his face with his hands, unable to face his best friend who he has a crush on—who he has kissed.
"I don't get it," he mumbled. "Why did you...?"
Megumi sighed, exasperated, but he didn't sound upset. Rather, it sounded like he was smiling. "Are you fucking stupid?"
Yuuji peeked at him through his fingers. "A little," he pouted.
Megumi curled one set of his fingers around his hands, bringing them down from his face and forcing eye contact on Yuuji—something he's never been able to handle, let alone in this instance.
"I like you."
Yuuji felt his heart stop.
"... Huh?"
Oh my god, that smile that Megumi was giving him right now; it's dangerous. It would make Yuuji do anything—he could jump off the balcony right now if he wanted him to, (although, he was already heavily up for it for another related reason).
"I'm being completely serious, Yuuji." Megumi's fingers, that still remained in his hair, ruffled through his scalp as his eyes flitted along each of his features; and he's never felt so self-conscious in his life.
"I think everyone except you has realised..."
What? What was he saying?
"Realised what?"
Megumi smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"It's mutual."
Yuuji felt like fireworks were exploding in his mind right now. Not like in a joyous celebration kind of way—there was an element of that—but more in a stray-crazed-sparks-were-flying-around kind of way. He just blinked at him, dumbfounded.
"... What?"
And Megumi laughed. Like grinning blindingly wild and loudly laughed. Yuuji couldn't help his heart melt at the fact that it was because of him, and he couldn't help himself from surging forward to catch his lips again in a quick kiss.
"Like, this is real? So, we're like, dating now?"
Megumi hummed. "Yeah, I'd say so."
Yuuji grinned equally, if not more, as wildly.
They stayed like that for a moment longer until Megumi decidedly felt a little bashful at all the sudden affection. He went back to his previous position of leaning out on the railing looking forward—except now his cheeks were a little flushed, and Yuuji knew how soft his lips felt.
"Seriously though—"
Megumi suddenly addressed Yuuji, who took his place beside the other boy. The party below had been to finally wrap up as more and more people left, the blaring lights were dimmed down, and the loud music and bustle had quietened down; their space on the balcony now wrapped in silence felt more and more peaceful as Yuuji finally sobered up, relaxed. He turned his face to Megumi as he continued.
"—what the fuck did you drink? It tasted disgusting."
Now it was Yuuji's turn to blush profusely; of course he could taste the alcohol, he could taste him from... their...
"I— don't know," He admitted, sheepishly shrugging. "It was whatever Todo gave me—I just..." Yuuji groaned as he trailed off, embarrassed at what he was about to confess. His voice came out no louder than a whisper as he added: "...needed the confidence. To talk to you."
Megumi just chuckled, while Yuuji was just mortified.
"Honoured to be the one to make the ever-confident Itadori Yuuji somehow nervous," he smiled. It was weird—like their roles were reversed. Yuuji remained silent and embarrassed while Megumi was teasing him and having the time of his life.
He suddenly sighed deeply, pushing himself off the rails with his hands into a standing position and stretching his arms with a content look on his face. Yuuji couldn't keep his eyes off the fact that his shirt rode up a little while he did that, though.
"Okay, I'll give you a lift home—let's go."
Megumi paused when he realised Yuuji was just staring at him without moving. He raised his eyebrow, confused.
"Oh! We're going?"
"What, were you planning to fuck me on the bed over there already?" He teased. "Man, not even a date first..."
Yuuji short-circuited at all the buzzer words. 'Fuck'? 'Date'?
"...WHAT?"
Megumi laughed as he headed past the door down the stairs, Yuuji loudly trailing after him retorting flustered denials and fearful questioning. He bickered with him all the way to his car and on the drive home—it was like nothing had changed—except for the fact that whatever hand Megumi didn't have on the wheel was held by Yuuji's clammy one.
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"Okay, I take it back—this is a hundred times worse than the pining."
Nobara glared between the two boys. They were meant to be hanging out together to play Mario Kart like any other day, except this was the first time they had since Megumi and Yuuji started dating.
Currently, the sat on the opposite side of the table to her, Yuuji dramatically clinging to Megumi's arm while resting his head on his shoulder, both of them sat way too close to each other.
To make matters worse, they were both very clearly wearing each other's hoodies—a new consistent habit that Nobara has been forcefully subjected to. Her eyebrows furrowed in disdain as she poked around her chopsticks in her cup noodles.
"Wow, Kugisaki," Yuuji gasped in mock offense. "I seriously never took you to be a homophobe."
She pointed her chopsticks at either one of them, threatening them with murder in her eyes.
"Now you know that's not what I meant."
"Hey, I didn't even say anything," Megumi frowned. "Besides, Yuuji, she can't be a homophobe with the way she's always acting around Maki—"
He threw his hands up to his face in defense as a chopsticks was hurled at him, laughing at her red face. Yuuji—oblivious as ever—just widened his eyes in his very late realisation. Nobara groaned dejectedly, her head falling into her hands.
"Oh my God, shut up."
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