i think | itafushi, jjk

i'm your puppet, you are jim henson

megumi was sick of school to say the least. every day it was the same pattern of going to school, doing work, talking very little to his friends, and finally going home.

but, he did notice a certain pink haired boy repeatedly talking to him for little over a week now. it was almost freaky how every time itadori would see him and rush over to immediately start talking to him.

does this kid not have so many friends megumi would need multiple hands to count them? he thought as he had his head neatly rested in his arms. megumi had a routine he always followed every school day, sleep until the teacher comes.

however, today he simply couldn't due to a familiar voice speaking quite loudly for his comfort. megumi picked his head up, sighing to himself. he looked over and there was itadori chatting with the same girl every day before school starts.

megumi felt a bit saddened that he wasn't talking to him, but he shoved that feeling down his throat. he didn't want to be friends with him. at all. in fact megumi would rather be friends with the kids who still think santa is real.

he didn't necessarily hate him he just thought he talked loudly, ate loudly, laughed loudly, and walked too loudly. megumi also sometimes liked the way he was loud, he just chose to ignore those rare occurrences.

"fushiguro!" megumi flinched, realizing the same guy he was just thinking about was right in front of his face. itadori had a smile spread across his face, leaning down to face the raven head who was sitting.

"oh, hey itadori." megumi spat out. he felt awkward to say the least, but then again he always felt that way whenever they would talk. they just weren't close, and megumi thought that's exactly what they should be. not friends, and not close. they were just too different.

itadori raised a hand to his neck, rubbing it in a weird manor, or maybe a nervous manor. megumi took it as a weird manor, a guy like this couldn't be nervous, especially towards him. "so i was thinking me and you could maybe go watch a movie after school?"

megumi's mind processed what the other just said, while his mouth ran to respond. "sure." he responded. megumi bit his tongue, why did he just say that.

"okay!" itadori spoke, his voice laced with eager. he walked back to his own desk, saying something to the girl.

megumi just kept thinking on why he said that. he didn't even mean to! and now he is being dragged into a hangout that he can't cancel. not to mention itadori also has his number.

shit.

a/n:
sorry for the short chapter chat