Yuji is hit by a cursed technique that makes him say every thought that comes into his mind. This would be fine, except for the fact that his most prominent thought is how much he wants to make out with his best friend. Megumi is not amused. Gojo and Nobara are having a blast. Yuji just wants to cuddle. --- "Yuji-kun, I'm so glad you're alive," Gojo said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "You're a gift to this world." "You're a terrible teacher," Megumi said, scowling at him. "Fushiguro, why would you say that? Gojo-sensei is awesome and wonderful. He's a great teacher. I want to hug him."

Yuji Itadori is the sun-bright, impulsive, always smiling through the pain. Megumi Fushiguro is the shadow-quiet, calculated, carrying more weight than he ever admits. They weren't supposed to be close. They weren't even supposed to survive. But after a brush with death leaves Yuji hanging by a thread, something shifts. Megumi is forced to confront feelings he's long buried beneath duty, silence, and shadows.

/PAUSED/ Fluffy Itafushi One-shots :3