"Kiss me" (ItaFushi)

spicy night

"yeah well go home freshen up and then come over and crash." megumi speaks nonchalantly.

"as long as you're offering drinks" nobara yawns

"yeah yeah it'll be there" -m

"you guys really need to realise the law" -y

"huh? someone said smth?" nobara ignores yuuji's comments, receiving a chuckle from megumi.

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at megumi's
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"MII CHANNN" yuuji screams from outside the door

"the doorbell EXISTS dumbass" megumi slings open the door with a slight frown, but he knows loves his yuuji and can't actually be mad at his adorableness.

"where's nobara?" megumi questions as he lets yuuji in and helps him take off his coat like a housewife, he shall be one.

"well she said she's on her way, but you know that means she's only starting to get ready" yuuji says as he watches megumi hang his coat.

"lets just wait for her then" -m

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few hours pass by
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megumi had been drinking while they both waited for Nobara. Sitting on the couch, he started getting drunk, and that's when yuuji saw a side of him he doesn't usually get to see.

"yuujii" megumi says his name like a kid trying to figure out how to speak.

"yeeeeesss? milord?" yuuji chuckes as goes along with it, enjoying his drunken state

"have you ever... felt like... reality is not what it seems" megumi says, honestly, while zoning out.

"what?" yuuji chuckles as he shifts closer to megumi on the couch.

with a better view of his lovely crush, he slightly blushes. finally being able to look at him so closely without being judged. he's starting to quite like his drunken state.

yuuji chuckles to himself "ah, reality. i honestly really don't care. id rather... focus on other things." he looks deeply into megumi's dark blue eyes. his beautiful lashes flicking as he blinks, looking into the distance, lost in his own mind.

of course... he'd rather focus on megumi. how absurdly sweet it feels just being with him, sharing his warmth as they beside eachother on a silent winter night. he'd rather time stopped.

"yuuji" megumi breaks his train of thoughts. "megumi.." yuuji almost whispers.

"my chest... feels tight... it hurts" megumi looks at him, finally making eye contact. "it hurts in all the right ways" they stare into eachother.

"mine too... it always has" yuuji responds. his words bold, yet vague. brave yet scared. yuuji trusted the alcohol to cover his secret from his crush.

he watches as Megumi's lashes flutter and his gaze softens, yet remains unfocused. The quiet is heavy, but it's not uncomfortable—more like the kind of quiet that lets feelings rise, unspoken and unresolved.

Megumi's hand suddenly moves, hesitating for a second before it rests lightly on Yuuji's hand, which was resting on the seat of the couch. The contact feels electrifying, as their fingers tangle.

"Yuuji," Megumi says again, his voice soft, almost pleading this time.

"Yeah?" Yuuji answers, his voice quieter now. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of exhilaration and dread.

Megumi leans in closer, his scent—a faint mix of shampoo and the alcohol he's been drinking—filling the small space between them. His dark blue eyes, now slightly glassy.

"Do you ever think... maybe things feel this way because they're supposed to?" Megumi murmurs, his tone heavy with something Yuuji can't quite place—sadness? Hope? Longing?

Yuuji gulps, his throat suddenly dry. "Megumi, you're drunk," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're saying weird things that don't make any sense." he chuckles a bit to lighten the tension

"Maybe," Megumi replies, but he doesn't pull back. Instead, he moves even closer, his face now inches away from Yuuji's.

As yuuji realises the proximity, his advances and what it means, he almost panics. "Wait, Megumi..." Yuuji stammers, his hands gripping the couch as though it might steady the spiraling sensation inside him. 'does he.... nonono hes just drunk. he's out of his mind. he can't possibly... like me?'

Megumi's eyes flick down to Yuuji's lips, and then back up to his eyes. He leans in, closing the gap between them in one decisive, unexpected move. Their lips meet, soft and tentative at first, but the heat of it spreads through Yuuji like wildfire.

Yuuji freezes for a moment, his brain caught in a tug-of-war. He wants this—he's wanted this for so long—but not like this. Not when Megumi might not even remember it tomorrow.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak, his breath mingling with Megumi's. "Megumi, stop. You're not thinking clearly. I—"

"I am thinking clearly," Megumi interrupts, his voice firm despite his flushed cheeks. He moves forward again, his hand now resting against Yuuji's cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin. "For once, I'm not overthinking. I just... I need this."

"I need you."

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hiii, been a while huh, some of y'all havent yet given up on this series. so im making it as dramatic, yet true to the character's nature, as possible. PREPARE TO GASP. and laugh, i love me some humour.

speaking of love, lets show this part some love and i'll post more accordingly. i want to see you commenting, yes, you, over there, looking at your screen and reading this.😭

regardless, i absolutely write for the audience, so i would love to see all your opinions, good or bad doesnt matter, but lets also try to be respectful yeah?

have a great day, i hope you enjoyed, and i hope you will enjoy further.

- love, author.