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"any advice for the students who wanted to be an athlete like you?"
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megumi sat across yuuji, sipping on his coffee after asking the last question. god knows how nervous yuuji is for this interview.
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not because he don't know what to say though. yuuji pretends to think really hard. he knew very well what to answer. but if being dumb would extend his time with megumi, then so be it.
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megumi looked at him expectantly and hummed, reminding yuuji to answer.
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'fuck my goddamn life.'
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the boy across yuuji tilted his head, "is the question hard for you? hold up, i'll—"
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"don't skip meals, please. you need to have strength for trainings. trust your teammates, and never give up. also, stay positive and never loose hope. you'll get there soon."
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megumi let out a chuckle, 'he's cute.'
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about time that they part ways. yuuji felt sad, but this is for the better. his poor heart couldn't take megumi's cuteness. he's so pretty in glasses!
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"thanks for today, fushiguro!" yuuji showed megumi a bright smile, although there's a hint of sadness in his tone of voice.
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they both exited the cafe. he glanced at megumi for the last time before turning his back to walk away.
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megumi grabbed his wrist, "where do you think you're going?"
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yuuji's eyes widened as he felt the coldness of megumi's hand on his wrist. "w-where am i going?" he repeated megumi's question and pointed a finger on himself. he too, doesn't know where the fuck is he going.
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megumi tilts his head and releases his grip on yuuji's wrist. placing both of his hands on his pockets, he says, "yeah? we aren't done yet."
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he looks away to hide his smile. "don't be like that, i might actually think this is a date."
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'shit, it slipped.'
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"wait i'm—"
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the mischievous glint in megumi's eyes made it even hard for yuuji. "oh, you want this to be a date?"
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is gojo sure megumi had been single his whole life? because what the fuck, he's got his way with words.
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"i-is the interview n-not yet finished?"
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he stuttered as he tried to change the topic. yuuji looked at anything but the pretty boy across him. he's supposed to be the one flirting! megumi showed him a lopsided grin. "don't be scared, jiji. i don't bite."
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'now what the fuck is happening.'
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lover boy ; itafushi
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."