As Suki and Yuji strolled back from the mall, she lamented about the lack of available attractive people, while Yuji carried her bags, a testament to her claim of being broke. He couldn't help but whine about her excessive purchases.
"Are you crashing at my place tonight?" Yuji inquired, aware of the late hour. Suki checked her phone, confirming it was 9:48 PM. She could take the train station alone, but Yuji wasn't keen on leaving her stranded.
"I suppose I'll stay over again," Suki acquiesced, gazing at the darkening sky adorned with sparkling stars.
"I'd offer to take you home, but my motorcycle won't be fixed for another six months," Yuji explained as they walked in comfortable silence. Meanwhile, his mind wandered to thoughts of Fushiguro. He couldn't help but admire Megumi's features—the way his hair fell effortlessly, his cute quirks when tired or bored, the rhythmic clicks of his pen, and the soft taps on his desk.
Yuji often found himself lost in observing Megumi, seated in the front of the classroom, near the window. The sunlight would cascade on Fushiguro's face, accentuating his captivating eyes. As the thought of Fushiguro possibly reciprocating his feelings crossed Yuji's mind, he couldn't help but blush at the prospect.
Yuji began to drift off, lost in a daydream about Fushiguro. It seemed like they kept bumping into each other more often lately. While Yuji didn't mind these chance encounters, he couldn't shake the fear of inadvertently saying something embarrassing in front of Fushiguro.
Yuji's infatuation with Fushiguro was undeniable. Some might label it as obsessive, but to Yuji, it was simply an appreciation for every aspect of Megumi's being. He found himself drawn to every detail, from the way Megumi spoke to the way he carried himself. As Yuji reminisced about a particular day in the library, his affection for Megumi only seemed to grow stronger.
On that particular day, Yuji inadvertently collided with a nearby shelf, catching Megumi's eye. Despite his profuse apologies, Yuji couldn't help but notice the gentle curve of Megumi's lips into a soft smile, which instantly soothed his racing heart.
"No problem," Megumi said, his voice like a soothing melody to Yuji's ears.
As Megumi returned to his book, Yuji couldn't tear his gaze away. He watched in fascination as Megumi's slender fingers delicately tapped against the cover, a subtle rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of Yuji's own heart.
Engulfed in admiration, Yuji listened intently as Megumi spoke about the intricacies of the novel he was reading. Each word that escaped Megumi's lips was like poetry, painting vivid images in Yuji's mind.
Lost in the moment, Yuji found himself mesmerized by the way Megumi's eyes sparkled with passion, the way his hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, and the way his fingers danced gracefully over the pages.
"Hey, Yuji, are you with us?" Suki's soft voice broke through Yuji's reverie, causing him to startle. Chuckling at his friend's distraction, Suki gently brought him back to reality. Yuji quickly refocused, realizing he had forgotten his task: writing a poem to ask for Megumi's number at the end of the note.
As the night grew late, Suki's desire for sleep intensified. She hoped to complete the letter soon so she could witness her lovesick friend's excitement upon delivering it to his beloved Megumi. Yuji resembled energy of an eager puppy, his bright aura and infectious smile reflecting his enthusiasm. It was a silly yet endearing sight to behold.
Finally, Itadori completed the note, ensuring it was longer than his usual messages. He wanted to express his feelings for 'his Fushiguro' fully, finding it endearing to claim Megumi as his own in his thoughts.
The note stated:
Dear Megumi,
I couldn't help but notice the way you effortlessly command respect and admiration from everyone around you, myself included.
Your presence alone brightens up the entire classroom, like a beacon of intelligence and charm. From the way your hair falls perfectly into place to the captivating depth of your eyes, every feature of yours is a work of art.
Your dedication to your duties as class president is truly inspiring, but it's your kindness and humility that truly sets you apart. Despite your position of authority, you always make time to listen to others and lend a helping hand without hesitation.
Watching you from afar, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration. Your quiet confidence and unwavering determination are qualities that I aspire to embody myself.
But beyond your responsibilities as class president, it's your genuine nature and endearing quirks that capture my heart. The way you tap your pen against the desk when lost in thought or the soft curve of your lips when you smile—it's these little details that make you so irresistibly adorable.
I know this might seem silly, but I couldn't let another day go by without expressing my feelings for you. You are truly one-of-a-kind, Megumi, and I feel lucky to have the privilege of admiring you from afar. I hope you loved the notes.
With admiration and affection,
-♡
P.S: Id love to text you, if it's alright, my number is xxx-xxx-xxx.
A/N: IM ON FIRE 3 CHAPTERS IN 1 WEEK 🕵️♀️
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Paper notes - itafushi
FanficModern au. No one dies and it's a school au. Megumi suddenly got notes from a random admirer. He thought it was a prank until the person behind the notes was a guy. Read to find out.
