Paper notes - itafushi

じゅうさん

Itadori couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as he approached Fushiguro. He tried to act casual as he slowed his pace and came to a stop in front of him."Hey," Itadori said, trying to sound nonchalant as he caught his breath.

Fushiguro looked up from his book, his expression unreadable. "Hey," he replied, his voice calm and collected.Itadori couldn't tear his gaze away from Fushiguro's intense stare. The way the fading sunlight highlighted his features, making him look even more mysterious and alluring. Itadori felt his heart race in his chest, his mind suddenly blank as he tried to think of something to say."Uh, what book are you reading?" Itadori blurted out, mentally kicking himself for his lack of smoothness.

Fushiguro held up the book cover for Itadori to see, revealing the title and a few notes he is coverage with his palm. "Just some research for a meeting we might be dealing with soon," Fushiguro lied, a small smile playing on his lips.

Fushiguro Megumi had a dirty secret, one that he kept hidden from everyone, even from his closest friends. It was a secret that he was almost ashamed of, but he couldn't deny the thrill it brought him. He loved the notes that the mysterious person wrote.

At first, it was just a passing curiosity. Fushiguro would catch glimpses of people scribbling away in their notebooks during class, the pen moving effortlessly across the page. But as he spent more time studying the notes, he realized that there was something special about them. The penmanship was exquisite, each stroke deliberate and graceful. Fushiguro found himself drawn to the intricate details of each letter, completely captivated by the artistry of the writing.

He began to collect the notes, carefully organizing them in chronological order in a special notebook. There were almost 200 pages of blank paper in the notebook, but over 100 pages were filled with the heartfelt messages. Fushiguro would spend hours poring over the pages, tracing the curves of each letter with his fingertip, the words etching themselves into his memory.

As the weeks went by, Fushiguro couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement whenever a new note appeared in his locker. He knew he should feel guilty for secretly collecting and analyzing Itadori's words, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about the way the person poured his heart out on paper that resonated with Fushiguro in a way he couldn't explain.

Despite his best efforts to act nonchalant, Fushiguro couldn't deny the strong feelings that were beginning to stir within him. He found himself wondering about the person behind the notes, their thoughts and feelings. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them, something waiting to be explored.

But as much as Fushiguro tried to convince himself that his growing attachment to the admirer was nothing more than a passing fascination, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Catching feelings for a random admirer was strange, he knew. But deep down, Fushiguro couldn't shake the feeling that there was something truly special about the person behind the pen. And he was determined to uncover the mystery, no matter where it led.

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the next day, he stared at Megumi from across the classroom, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He was supposed to focus on his studies, on training, on being the best athlete he could be. Not on a classmate who made his heart race and his palms sweat.

Itadori shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. But just then, Fushiguro looked up from his book and caught his eye. Their gazes locked for a moment, and Itadori felt a rush of heat spread through him. He quickly looked away, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Fushiguro's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before returning to his book. Itadori could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unsure of what to make of the situation. Was Fushiguro mad at him for staring? Or was there something more there, hidden behind those cool, calm eyes?

Or was there something more? Itadori couldn't help but replay their interactions in his mind, trying to decipher any hidden meanings or signals. It was torturous, the uncertainty eating away at him.

As the day went on, Itadori found himself unable to focus on anything except for Fushiguro. It was like a magnetic pull, drawing him closer and closer to the other boy. He tried to tell himself it was just a crush, a passing infatuation. But deep down, he knew it was more than that.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Itadori hesitated before making his way to Fushiguro's desk. He cleared his throat nervously, trying to find the right words to say. Before he could speak, Fushiguro looked up at him with a questioning gaze. He gave megumi an awakard grin, and bid him goodbye.

A/N:(I'm actually going insane idk why I can't update this story. I procrastinate a lot, sorry if there's Alot of mistakes :sob: )