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it was 2 am. certainly, it's still dark. but yuuji decided it was the best time to take a walk outside. things unfortunately happened. he accidentally bumped into someone and now he's in a situation he thought he wouldn't experience.
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he sat on a bench under a tree, beside megumi. not too close tho.
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yuuji was embarrassed as he recalled a conversation he had with megumi's so-called father. he remembered gojo saying megumi preferred muscular guys.
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"uhm, fushiguro, i'm not usually like this."
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'yeah sure you aren't.'
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"usually what?" megumi turned to him. his eyes glistening as he looked at yuuji. the athlete was lost, but there's one thing he knew for sure.
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megumi looked stunning under the moonlight.
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he shook his head.
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"yeah. i don't usually... wear tiger onesies..."
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megumi raised his brow a little. the pinkette's breath hitched. that was so... attractive.
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"too bad then, you looked cute in it."
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megumi just shrugged as yuuji looked at him with wide eyes.
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'what the hell is happening?'
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yuuji cleared his throat, turning away from megumi to hide his red face. he knew megumi wouldn't probably notice it because it was dark, but he still wanna make sure.
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he fanned himself as he tried to contain his smile. megumi really surprised him today.
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'megumi thinks i'm cute?'
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he suddenly felt a cold hand tapping his shoulder. he stopped fanning himself and looked at megumi.
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yuuji didn't dare to say anything. well, he'd be a stuttering mess if he did.
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instead, he raised both his eyebrows, hinting megumi to continue.
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"are you free tomorrow?"
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yuuji choked on his saliva. is megumi asking him out on a.... date? is he finally having a boyfriend? does megumi.... like him?
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"i... i'm sorry, what?"
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he looked at megumi expectantly. please say it's a date.
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"the interview? we need to do it tomorrow."
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the athlete could only show a fake smile as he mumble a 'sure'. he felt his dreams crush. all of them... popped like a bubble.
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yuuji was busy being dramatic that he failed to notice the small smirk megumi had on his face.
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"dear god, where did i put my phone again-"
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thud!
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"shit, i'm so sorry— fushiguro?"
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Fanfiction"so megumi, what's your type?" "i don't know. just someone i know is only mine? like i don't have any competitor and shits. i just want him to myself."
