Troubles (Itafushi, Itadori x Megumi)

Chapter 1: First Awakening of Want

A/N: A few remarks at the beginning:

1) The story starts off with Gojo x Megumi, but endgame is Itafushi (Itadori Yuuji x Megumi)

2) All characters are 18 or above.

3) More tags will be added as the fic progresses

4) Rating will change to E (Explicit) soon!

Enjoy reading!

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"He's done a lot as a doctor, that's why it's a good idea if you get to meet him and have a little chat with him. He can give you valuable advice, if you ask him for it." Dr Suguru said—Getou.

"I see." Megumi answered.

For some unknown reason, Dr Suguru preferred being called by his first name. Even when talking to adults much younger than him. Megumi was certain that Dr Suguru didn't want to accept the fact that he was getting older. But he never openly questioned his preference and thus always called him Getou.

Laughable.

Getou was guiding Megumi Fushiguro through the hospital floors. Megumi had graduated from high school last year, but hadn't managed to enter med school right after. That's why he'd decided to do a gap year in a hospital to have better chances in getting accepted. It actually worked and Megumi was set to start med school next month.

It was his last day at the hospital he'd worked at. Actually, he'd been ready to leave after having bid every colleague goodbye, when Getou got a hold of him last second and offered him to meet with Dr Satoru before he'd leave. That meet-up hadn't been planned, but since Megumi had nothing better to do for the rest of day, he agreed on it. Luckily, he was given valuable insight into the life of essential hospital workers – especially doctors – so he didn't mind getting to know about one more doctor.

Megumi watched Getou from the back. A tall, dark-haired figure with long hair tied to a half-bun and in a white coat. He was dressed the same as always. Megumi wasn't wearing his work attire anymore. He had on an over-sized dark hoodie with black pants and converse. That was his go-to outfit for almost everything. He tightened the grip on both straps of his bag as he sullenly followed Getou.

So this was it, huh? Megumi thought, running a hand through his black spiky hair, Just like that, one year comes to an end and I didn't make any memorable experiences outside of work. Life will be dead serious from next month on.

"There's an after-work party today. Wanna come?" Getou asked casually, as they rounded a corner. "I'll be there. The one you're about to meet, as well. And lots of other people you already know."

"I'm not interested."

"Alright."

Megumi sighed inwardly. Not even an after-work party can make up for the things Megumi had felt dissatisfied about.

Megumi Fushiguro was gay.

It hadn't been because of a single, life-turning moment in his life that he had realised that one day. It was just that, slowly and steadily, Megumi had grown to accept that girls never stirred something inside of him. He would look at them, no matter their appearance or personality, and feel nothing. His thoughts would always bury themselves in a void.

But when he had casually observed boys his age throughout high school, thoughts of arousal would float in his mind. When he was watching them, he would think about what it would be like to be sexually devoured by a guy. He didn't want to take the initiative. He wanted to be touched, kissed, fucked, ruined.

He had already jerked off to the thought of guys he found attractive. But nothing serious ever happened.

No one had seriously interested him so far. Not emotionally and especially not physically.

He would have loved to lose his virginity to someone who could make him strongly feel something. Who would make him feel things he'd always wanted to feel while sleeping with another guy.

But nothing of that kind had actually happened. Megumi wasn't the outgoing type and didn't have the patience of a saint and didn't like overly cheerful people and would sometimes get annoyed quickly, but, still, he didn't turn his back on everyone approaching him privately. There had been a bisexual dude, a nurse, who had made hints towards Megumi about being interested in getting to know him more. It wouldn't have had to end in a simple friendship, he haid said. He would be open for more even.

But Megumi had to decline. That nurse hadn't evoked that fire of arousal inside him. This had been the only approach he was ever met with, but it hadn't been the right one.

The gap year was over – with that his chance to lose his virginity, to explore his sexuality, to find out more about himself – and Megumi had to face the harsh reality of closing a chapter in his life he didn't want to close yet. It sucked. A sense of failure embraced him like chains trapping him and taking away the freedom that he hadn't enjoyed as he should have done.

They've reached Dr Satoru's office. A hand of Getou's was on the door handle as he said, "You don't have to worry about being formal with him. It's okay. He'll tell you soon enough that you can call him by his first name. Just call him Gojo."

Another one with a midlife crisis, Megumi thought.

Getou opened the door and beckoned Megumi to enter first. He did so, impassively, noticing that the doctor was sitting at his desk and had his back turned at them as he wrote something on his tablet.

Megumi clumsily stopped in his tracks when that person turned around.

That man—doctor—Gojo swiftly turned around in his chair, instantly locking eyes with Megumi. He had silver-white hair, a very pretty face – like an embodiment of an ancient Roman gigolo carved into marble. His sky-blue – no – ice-blue eyes were hypnotizing Megumi to stay in place—like paralyzed.

There. Megumi was feeling it. That surge of want ripping through his body. That tingling sensation bubbling under his skin, giving him goosebumps. His body stirring just the right way. His thoughts aligning sweetly. His feral desires howling inside him. All that Megumi had wanted, but had thought he wouldn't get anymore. All that he had wished for, but had given up on. All of that had come together and merged together and was now looking at him through those marvelous eyes. The personification of Megumi's wish.

Megumi was silent, his consciousness was a mess.

I want him.

No, that wasn't it. Megumi wanted one thing in particular. He wanted that chapter of his life to end in something worth reminiscing...

I want to sleep with him.

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