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getousatoruu · 5 months

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Itafushi my babies! Hope you enjoy them fics! <3

Teenagers Annoy the Living Hell out of Me by LostLoveLetters (M, 11.4k)

In which Sukuna is a reluctant wingman and regrets his life decisions deeply due to one hopeless brat's exasperating pining. AKA a fic in which Sukuna hates slow burn. And existence itself.

that's the spirit! by akaashism (G, 9.2k)

Toji rolled his eyes. "Just tell him how you feel, I didn't raise a coward." "You didn't raise me," Megumi reminded him. Megumi was being haunted. Not by the ghosts of his past but an actual ghost. The spirit of his deceased father. Megumi gets a wingman and a father in one go.

save your love (for someone like me) by ruledbyv3nus (T, 11.4k)

Even though he knows that he isn’t entitled to every detail in Itadori’s life, it irks him to think there is someone that he knows absolutely nothing about. Especially someone, he realizes with a sinking feeling, that is exactly Itadori’s type. What was it he had said to Todo? Tall, dark hair, kind of badass. In other words, exactly like the tall, dark-haired, intimidating looking man who just walked out of Itadori’s dorm room.

No One Gets it Right on the First (Or Second) Try by j_jabbers (T, 12.4k)

5 times Yuuji and Fushiguro's dates go other than planned, and one time where they finally get it right

moments in between by gratsu (G, 1.3k)

Yuuji’s brain feels like it’s sizzled up and died, but Megumi’s lips are a centimetre away from his own and maybe this isn’t so confusing anymore, because he’s closing his eyes and leaning in too, and— “Wait, are you guys fucking gay?” Sukuna. Fuck, he’d forgotten about him.

Wedding Ring Pop by kookiekawa (G, 8.3k)

To which Megumi comes home with a ring pop on his finger and causes Gojo to become the manchild he is.

built your walls around me by alkhale (M, 15.2k)

“You want to ruin him," Sukuna says. Maybe Sukuna isn’t wrong about that, Fushiguro thinks in a daze. Itadori’s heart is too heavy and too precious. It’s a burden that shouldn’t be given to anyone else. Because even Itadori himself can’t take care of it, can’t hold onto it for the life of him because he’d rather become the vessel to the most wretched of all curses just to help two people he’s only known for a few months—to help Fushiguro, who he’d only met that night. (I can keep it. Fushiguro’s hands move. I can hold onto it, if you want.) Or— Some dreams start to keep Fushiguro up at night, and the cure to stopping them might be closer than he thinks.

help me hold onto you by strawberrysuguru (M, 3.7k)

He aches for that closeness, that touch, but he can’t let himself lean forward and take it. Instead, he presses his thigh closer to Yuuji’s, letting the warmth sink into his skin five times megumi touched yuuji

Your Heartbeat is My Comfort by EpicKiya722 (T, 1.2k)

Seeing Yuuji die before had left Megumi needing to feel his heartbeat to know he's alive. It's how he finds peace.

Epistolary of Shadows and Embers: The Red Rain by lunaseleneartem (M, 17.5k)

Megumi, a sharp-witted detective, wielded intellect as his weapon and compassion as his shield. With his own sense of justice, he knew not the depths of love until he crossed paths with Yuuji, a radiant soul shining amidst the grey shadows of existence. Fate weaved their destinies together, connecting their hearts with a celestial thread of unyielding devotion. CW: This has a sad ending

here and where you are by cityboys (T, 17.2k)

It’s in the middle of scanning the last bottle of green tea that Itadori properly looks up. Eye contact with him is a physical, unexpected shock, a crunch of imaginary static snapping through Megumi and leaving his hands twitching at his sides. "Hey." Itadori blinks, wide and earnest. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The tea sloshes backwards in the bottle he’s holding. Megumi focuses on this until his vision steadies. "No," he says. "I don’t think so." In the aftermath, Itadori loses his memories instead of his life. Megumi grieves nonetheless. CW: This also has a sad ending (yeah yeah I love angst)

In Every Lifetime by kat_likes_writing (G, 53.2k, Ongoing)

Megumi is sent on a mission to retrieve Ryomen Sukuna's finger from a high school, which should have been an easy mission. But with his strange dreams intensifying and becoming more vivid, he has a hard time sleeping. It should be an easy mission. He is just not sure why the boy who found the finger seems so familiar. Ps: Everyday I wait for it to update like how a dog waits for his owner to come home, no warnings just wanted to let you know this fic is one of my top faves

Twitch Streamer Yuuji and Youtuber Megumi by kat_likes_writing (G, 43.7k)

Yuuji is a famous Twitch streamer who does streams from his college dorm. Among his fanbase, his huge crush on a random book reviewer on youtube has become a running joke. The fanbase decides to make it their mission to discover who Yuuji's mystery crush is. Megumi has a very small book reviewing channel on Youtube he started in high school. He doesn't even know what Twitch is, but Nobara keeps insisting he needs to help her find this random Twitch Streamer's secret crush. Her reasoning: the secret crush does youtube and reviews books.

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villain-philia · 1 year

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after everything, megumi still has the nightmares to deal with. the worst part is that they aren’t even entirely made-up, more like a patchwork of flashbacks and this feeling under his skin like he’s not the one moving his limbs.

yuji has them too, but he’s had them for longer and learned his own little tricks to deal with them. megumi still sits up in the middle of the night with a gasp, panting and sweating and scrambling away from yuji.

“what if it isn’t just me,” he asks with so much fear in his voice that it breaks yuji’s heart. “don’t come close, what if it isn’t just me?”

“okay,” yuji always placates him, goes with it, because he knows just how deep this fear runs. it’s no use trying to argue. “let’s test it, then. do what i say, ok?”

megumi nods, still as far as their little bed allows him to go, back flush against the wall.

“raise your left hand.”

megumi raises his left hand.

“raise your right one.”

megumi does.

“make a fist with your hands, and then unclench your fingers one by one.”

as if he’s counting his own breaths, megumi flexes his fingers open slowly. yuji nods encouragingly.

“what’s my favorite breakfast?”

at this, megumi smiles a little, caught off guard. “eggs and curry, extra spicy.”

yuji nods again, more enthusiastic. “see? it’s you. here, final test.” he takes megumi’s hand and guides it up to his neck. megumi tries to pull back, eyes wide in fear, but yuji’s grip is sure. “trust me.”

tentatively, megumi rests his hand on his throat, the ghost of a touch, barely there at all.

“we can count to ten together.”

still mute with fear, megumi only manages a curt nod. his breath comes in shallow gasps, muscles tense and ready to jump. they count. 7, 8, 9, and 10.

“see? it’s just you.” yuji raises his own hand and wraps it around megumi’s fist, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand in soothing circles. “it’s just you, and you would never hurt me.”

they don’t fall back asleep, but they do lie back down, and megumi pulls yuji close against his chest, like only he would.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk hc #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #itafushi #itafushi angst #itafushi hc #itafushi headcanon #itfs #itafushi fic #itadori x fushiguro #fushiita

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fleshhomunculus · 8 months

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Me editing the punctuation of the itafushi fic I haven’t touched since 2021

#help #LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE IS FINE #punctuation was not it tho #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #itafushi fic #people still leave kudos oh okay I know that you are not my type (still I fall) and honest to god it’s so sweet

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loveromeo1641 · 2 months

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Ok itafushi fans, im working on an au fanfic right now and I cant decide which way I should take it, so im doing a poll. It's inspired by romeo and juliet (the whole forbidden love, two sides of a conflict thing). Here are the options

Traditional romeo and juliet (except their both dudes, duh) with some minor changes to make the story make more sense with the characters. No curse techniques would exist in this story

Vaguely romeo and juliet inspired, but instead of two families its curse users vs regular sorcerers. This story would take place in like older japan (think like heian era, maybe post heian era) right after sukuna is defeated and jujutsu sorcerers start working together to make shit better. Yuji is a regular sorcerer and megumi is curse user cause of Toji. It's basically secret meet-ups and yuji trying to change megumi

Oh yeah, and both have an unhappy ending

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yuuditto · 3 months

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new itafushi fic if anyone is scrolling this tag at an ungodly time!!

#itafushi fic #itafushi #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #laufey #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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xx-juju · 2 months

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itafushi fanfic after chapter 251 because i like happy endings, unlike gege

fushiguro x itadori; around 800 words, manga spoilers because it happens right after chapter 251

“It’s okay. You don’t have to save me anymore.”

Itadori’s breath stumbled, as he watched Fushiguro mutter these words, over and over into the void, but not really, because they all hit Itadori like punches.

Wherever he found himself, following Fushiguro’s soul, was a closed-off space, but so alienated. Nothing was beyond it, nothing outside of it, like it was actually nowhere to be found, and he only got to it by some miracle.

Start by saving me, Fushiguro had said some time ago, and it was the only thing that made it possible to keep going. Until it wasn’t just a request and a reason, but the last thing Yuji would fail at.

“You don’t have to save me anymore.”

Itadori let out a pained groan. Somewhere along this fight he accepted that he couldn’t save everyone. That no one was his responsibility, not even Fushiguro. But now he was feeling selfish. He didn’t want to let go. Whatever kept Fushiguro stuck in this dark pit, whether he didn’t think he deserved to come back or didn’t think anyone was waiting for him, Itadori wasn’t leaving without him.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to-”

“Like hell I don’t have to,” Yuji mumbled through gritted teeth, taking a step forward. Getting to Fushiguro was like trying to get through Gojo’s limitless. The closer he got, the weaker and slower he was, like Fushiguro had built a barrier around himself that tried to push Itadori away.

But Yuji was not a damn quitter. He was not leaving this place without Megumi.

They weren’t in a physical realm, and it wasn’t Megumi’s body. All of it was more like a dream. There was no feeling in Yuji’s hands when he picked Megumi up and dragged him up, but he did, struggling only against the force of Fushiguro’s soul that wanted to give up.

There was nowhere to go, but he couldn’t just stand there and wait. He thought simply of ‘getting back home’ and then moved.

“I swear to God, Megumi,” he said, fighting against the force, dragging what at least seemed to be Fushiguro’s boneless body. “You mess up, I mess up. We mess up together, we fix it together.” He groaned, legs shaking from strain. For all the inhuman strength he apparently had, this was taking a toll on him. “You’re the only person… I have left. And… and God… I wish we all came out of this untouched.” His frantic breathing mixed up with a tightening throat. He tried harder, one more step. “But you’re still here. And thank God you are. Because… I don’t know what I would do.”

He was talking too much. It wasn’t changing anything.

Gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes, he kept pulling. “If you die here, I’ll kill you, Fushiguro Megumi!”

The next step was just a little bit easier, and it pulled a gasp out of Yuji.

“I will! Don’t you think I’m joking.”

One step at a time, it got easier. Yuji was crying, and his arms felt like they were about to rip out of his body, but for all the fights he’d lost, he wasn’t going to lose this one.

“And then I’ll die, because why the hell not? If you’re going down, I might as well go down with you, Fushiguro Megumi.”

He heard a laugh, a low and tired laugh, although he was not sure where it came from. But he heard it, and recognized it, and he laughed too, desperately, and the next step was so much easier than the first one.

“You could wake up now, because I don’t know where I’m going.”

Then, there was no resistance and the light blinded him. The cold air settled on his skin, making his wounds sting. All Yuji could do was breath, smelling the dirt and the blood, his eyes shut tightly, limbs protesting against any movement. Whatever happened to his body while he was traveling the realm of the soul, it wasn’t a walk on a rainbow.

Someone screamed, a blade cut through flesh. Yuji didn’t know anything except the pain, cold air, blood and dirt.

When he opened his eyes, the destroyed area was only visible from the fire in the distance that was yet to be extinguished. Yuji didn’t care about it now. A couple meters away, Megumi - Fushiguro Megumi, not Sukuna - lay on his back, shirt torn off, covered in blood and wounds, and panting, eyes closed.

With the last bits of energy Yuji had for now, he crawled across the dirt and blood. He moved close enough to lay next to Megumi and hold his hand. Feeling fingers tighten around his, he allowed himself to close his eyes and trusts that somehow everything would work itself out now.

#jjk #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #itafushi #itafushi fic #i'll fix it for you gege #i like happy characters and good endings #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji

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ellionwrites · 3 months

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Does anyone have itafushi fic recs?? 🙏🏼🥺 (preferably fluffy or at least with a happy ending)

The thing I care about the most is good / true to canon characterization

#I am descending hardcore into itafushi brainrot. Itfsh fluff injects serotonin into my brain so good #itafushi #fushiita #yuji x megumi #jjk fic recs #itafushi fic #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #itadori x fushiguro #Please and thank you 💛

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megyulmi · 1 month

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“It feels like half sin, half godhood to touch myself at the thought of you.” or, chapter eight of tilting the jar, spilling the moonlight.

#happy birthday‚ itadori yuuji. go ahead‚ have your fill of moonlight.#his heart went rabid in this chapter and wrote whatever it pleasedㅋㅎ #t: tilting the jar‚ spilling the moonlight.#itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #itafushi #fushiita #itadori x fushiguro #jjk fanfic #itafushi fic #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori

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itafushisolace · 1 month

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“This sucks,” he said. Even if no one was around to hear him besides Sukuna, who was laughing at him, he needed to voice his thoughts.

“Yuuji, what’s wrong?” He heard Megumi’s voice behind him. God Yuuji could listen to Megumi talk all day. He loved the other’s voice so much that he felt like he was going to explode. There was just something about hearing his first name uttered by Megumi. He was so lucky.

“Yuuji?”

"Sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?”

#itadori x fushiguro #itafushi #itafushi fic #itafushi fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #itafushi snippet #for my upcoming fic

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glystenangel · 10 months

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can i request a yuji x megumi fic inspired by Strawberries & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan pls🥹? megumi being the one coming up to yuji asking to light his cig? fluff, romance, PG, no curses

Strawberries & Cigarettes🍓🚬

Strawberry!Yuji Itadori x Cigarette!Megumi Fushigurou

summary/tags/warnings: everything in the ask, yuji and gumi are hs seniors (so 18), slightly ooc bc i am a firm believer that gumi inherited some suaveness from toji, also megumi has green eyes here bc i like his manga color palette better, short and sweet, kissing, also most of what's mentioned in the song bc i luv that song too, smoking obvs

thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy<333

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“Hey, you got a light?”

At first, Yuji doesn’t think he heard that right.

“Me?” He points at himself, and the mysterious, raven haired boy in front of him nods.

Yuji had been in his usual thinking spot at the park, the swing set, when he heard the crunch of boot soles on the sand in front of him.

Now, this boy is standing here. He looks to be the same age as Yuji, and the uniform he has on is a pair of crisp navy blue pants with an untucked white button up. He seems a bit taller than Yuji, but it could be because of the slimness of his features. The point of his nose is sharpened at the end of a high nose bridge, and the planes of his pale cheeks and jawline have a delicate edge to them. He also has a sullen yet sharp look to his face, dark and messy locks of hair with matching lengthy eyelashes to frame unreadable green eyes.

Whoever he is, Yuji can only describe the stranger as very pretty.

Suddenly, it might be best to stop staring.

He pretends to search his pockets, and then offers up an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. I actually don’t smoke.”

The boy looks down at him with no emotion, and Yuji is taken aback yet again by how his eyelashes fan over his cheeks.

He really is one of the most beautiful people Yuji has ever seen.

“Oh, that’s alright. I’ll just go to the convenience store then.”

“Okay.” Yuji says dumbly, unsure of how to respond to that.

The boy walks off without another word, and Yuji watches him go until the top of his head ducks into the convenience store across the street.

After a few minutes of confused silence, Yuji is surprised to see him return and sit down in the swing next to him.

He lights his cigarette with a practiced flick of his fingers, and then turns to Yuji after taking a long drag.

“So,” Tendrils of gray smoke curl around the striking verdant color of his eyes, “What’s your name?”

Yuji hadn’t expected him to come back, let alone converse with him.

He blinks, and then smiles while sheepishly rubbing the backside of his undercut, “Uh, it’s Yuji! Yuji Itadori.”

Delicately balancing the cigarette between his lips, the boy holds out his hand, “Megumi Fushigurou.”

Yuji takes it, trying to ignore the heat creeping up behind his neck from the brief clasp of palms, “Where do you go to school?”

“The high school on the west end of town. I’m a senior.” Megumi juts his head sideways, tapping ash onto the playground sand.

“Ah, okay. Me too! I go to the one over there though.” Yuji points, and Megumi’s eyes flit towards the distant red bricked building at the tip of Yuji’s finger.

“Cool.”

Yuji nods in agreement, and then decides to blurt out a question before the lull in conversation can get too awkward.

“So, why do you come to this park? It’s a bit far.”

“It’s my smoking spot. I used to live in this part of town. Old habits die hard, I guess.” The corner of Megumi’s lip slightly curls up, and then he gestures to Yuji with the end of his cigarette, “You?”

“I just moved here a month ago. I figured this would be a good thinking spot.” He runs a hand through the petal hues of his hair, hoping Megumi doesn't find him stupid for whatever reason.

That’s when Megumi fully grins, and Yuji can’t help but notice how much that small shift in expression makes his heart pound.

“Great minds think alike, don’t they?”

Yuji swallows at the amusement in Megumi’s voice and gathered in the corners of his mouth. How the sun seems to flock to his smile and the spark of happiness in his eyes.

Somehow, he manages to answer.

“Right.”

“So,” Megumi pushes the swing back with his heels, “What exactly do you think about here?”

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As time passes, Yuji keeps staying at the park later and later just to talk with Megumi.

He finds out his birthday is December 22nd, that he has 2 pet dogs, and that he likes to read. Nonfiction, specifically.

There seems to be a lot to find out about Megumi’s habits too.

Yuji notices that he always closes his eyes when he lights his cigarette, able to sense the end of it and the warmth of the flame. When he talks about something he’s really excited about he instinctively looks to the ground, as if he wants the Earth to listen to his passionate exclamations and see the soft joy in his beam. Whenever Yuji buys sugary snacks for them to share, Megumi will insist he doesn’t like sweets, but always picks out the strawberry flavored pieces to eat.

Sometimes, Yuji wonders if Megumi notices similar things about himself. If he piques Megumi’s interest more than the light brush of their cheeks every time they embrace in greeting or when they both laugh way too hard at the stories they tell each other, bonding over rare high school triumphs and pesky lows.

In the quiet lulls throughout his day to day routine, he wonders if Megumi could like him.

Tonight, that train of thought seems to haunt Yuji as they’re pointing out constellations above their heads and avoiding the dim street lights bordering the park by sitting in the grass.

“That cluster looks like a bear.” The stars speckle the emerald in Megumi’s eyes, and Yuji has a hard time tearing his gaze away long enough to acknowledge the celestial formation Megumi is pointing at.

“It totally does! That one kind of looks like two people kissing. Gross.” Yuji gently pushes Megumi’s elbow to another spot in the sky, and Megumi tilts his head as his elbow relaxes against the subtle touch.

“I think it’s nice.” He seems to consider the blanket of stars before him for a moment, “Two people or two boys?”

Megumi lowers his hand, turning to face the utter shock forcing Yuji’s jaw open before he snaps it shut with a nervous bite.

A long silence peppered with the chirp of crickets stretches between them, and Megumi is still staring at Yuji.

He can practically feel the weight of it as Megumi observes the way Yuji stiffens in his seat, all patience and expectations.

Yuji runs the palm of his hand over his mouth and then behind his neck, “Uh-”

“Hey! Curfew ended an hour ago, you boys need to come with me.”

The pair quickly jolt up as a patrol officer walks towards them while wagging a chastising finger, and Yuji gives Megumi a quick glance before grabbing his hand.

“Come on, run!”

He tugs the stunned boy along, adrenaline rushing heat to his skin, especially once Megumi seems to register the instruction and intertwines his fingers with Yuji’s as they pick up speed.

“You kids are in big trouble!” The policeman pants, trying to catch up with them and the static of his radio clicking on.

“Where should we go?” Yuji yells, constantly checking his pace so Megumi doesn’t fall behind.

“Over here!” Megumi shoves Yuji into an alleyway, and the chainlink spread across its middle almost knocks the breath out of him.

“Shit, there’s a fence.” The dark haired boy groans, and Yuji wastes no time chucking his backpack over.

“Come on, we gotta jump it!” Yuji hops up the barrier and clambers over, reaching a hand down to help Megumi and hauling him onto the other side.

Once they’re safely away from the fence, the rushed footsteps of their pursuer race right past their hiding spot, but even then Megumi keeps a finger to his lips as he and Yuji head to the end of the alley. The narrow space opens up behind a bustling cafe, where the distant call of orders and the clang of kitchen utensils offer enough cover to ease their shared panic.

“I think we lost him.”

Before he can help it, Yuji doubles over with laughter at Megumi’s declaration.

“That was a close one!”

“Too close.” Megumi chuckles, breathlessness lacing the rare sound, “That was crazy.”

He takes out a half full box of cigarettes and his lighter out of his pocket, and Yuji springs at the chance.

“Here,” He slides the lighter out of the other boy’s hand and flicks it on, “I got it.”

Megumi gives him an unreadable look, but then automatically closes his eyes and leans towards the lighter being held between them.

Even though the flame is small, it fans over the fine expanse of Megumi’s face, etching dark orange shadow and smoothing light into every defined feature. His cupid’s bow pokes out a bit more when a cigarette rests between his lips, and the glow of fire makes the shape of it nearly irresistible.

Yuji can’t look away, even when Megumi appears to sense him looking and opens his eyes.

Pretty doesn’t even begin to describe Megumi anymore.

The flame disappears with a shaky drop of Yuji’s hand, “Sorry-”

He isn’t sure why he’s apologizing, he just feels like an idiot.

Silence and darkness hang the apology in the air, and Yuji can tell Megumi is inhaling from the dot of burnt scarlet floating in front of his nose.

Blue moonlight is dousing his shoulders and sinking into the midnight ink of his hair.

It’s beautiful.

A few more drags, and then Megumi crushes the embers beneath his shoe.

Yuji feels the pure scrutiny of his stare as Megumi takes his face in his hands and soothes his thumbs back and forth over the olive toned skin just beneath his cheekbones.

His heart is pounding in his chest, and he imagines that it's racing at nothing less than a rate of 60 miles per hour.

Then, Megumi inches even closer, eyes focused and staring only at Yuji’s parted lips.

He can already feel the kiss coming.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

With that sweet reassurance, Yuji melts into the subsequent kiss Megumi carefully presses to his lips.

Immediately, he tastes sugar and smoke rings.

Like every long night and daydream he spent thinking about Megumi, it left Yuji wanting to kiss him forever.

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Later that night, Megumi drives Yuji home and they hold hands as they make their way to his front door.

“I like you.” Yuji says, grinning at the way the tips of Megumi’s ears darken with blush.

Even flustered, he manages an endearing, “I like you too.”

The rest of their walk is quiet with newfound bliss, but once they make it to their destination, Megumi shyly runs his thumb over Yuji’s knuckles.

Yuji smiles at the motion, because Megumi’s flingers are thinner than his and he finds the size difference in their hands too cute for words.

“Is it alright if we kiss again?” Megumi asks, and Yuji nods with butterflies filling his stomach.

“Really? I just smoked, you don’t mind it? I should’ve asked earlier.”

He looks imploringly into the bright copper of Yuji’s eyes, and Yuji shakes his head before running a thumb over the swell of Megumi’s bottom lip.

“I like it. You taste like strawberries and cigarettes.”

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this was cuteeee! thank you for requesting💗❤

I rarely write bl but i do like how this one turned out :) hope you like ty again!!

#yuji x megumi #itafushi #megumi x yuuji #yuuji x megumi #itafushi fic #fushiita #itafushi fluff #itafushi oneshot #jjk oneshot #myfics #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro

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cldhead · 5 months

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a practice on yuuji & his sharper-than-appears perception

(part of an itafushi wip!!)

Tonight, though, Sukuna had played only a small part in keeping Yuuji awake. Tonight, he was restless for unknown reasons, unable to keep his eyes closed for much longer than a couple of minutes, nevermind actually falling asleep.

Apparently that wasn’t all too uncommon for sorcerers. Yuuji had asked Nanami about it, once, and something pained had flashed across the sharp planes of his face before he’d sighed and told him that unease was a friend sorcerers all had to make sooner or later, that, nightmares or not, sleep would escape them all when they most craved it. That no one, not even Gojo-sensei (especially not him if the look on Nanami’s face was to be believed) could escape that fate.

Sometimes Yuuji was tempted to disregard his words, view them as an exaggeration, maybe, considering he’d been witness to Nobara’s ten step nighttime routine countless times, had been yelled at for ruining her beauty sleep with his wandering on even more occasions. He’d seen how Inumaki always seemed to find a time and place to take a nap and how Maki was always able to keep a cool head, calm in the eye of any storm.

But then again, he’d also seen the dark smudges under Nobara’s eyes when she’d slipped up in her makeup routine, sometimes almost rivaling the circles under Ireiri-san’s eyes. The way Inumaki, without any discernible reason, jolted awake from his impromptu naps or how Maki’s hands sometimes slowed, almost imperceptibly, whenever she was using Playful Cloud.

The way Gojo-sensei bounced back from staring into nothingness, into something only he could see, something probably long gone, under his blindfold, the bright smile slipping back onto his face easily, strained around its corners.

He’d never be able to disregard Nanami’s words, because he’d had to repeat himself to the man too many times, had caught him slipping on the syllables of his name or staring through him from behind the tinted glass of his shades, looking at him like he’d seen a ghost, on one too many occasions to believe he hadn’t been a hundred percent serious about his words.

#my first time writing either of them too #idk why i started with yuuji #when i told my friend she was like 'yuuji. .....you?'#which i admit is a fair question #itafushi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #fushiita #megumi fushiguro #fic wip #ao3 writer #itafushi fic #yuji itadori #satosugu

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