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Fushiguro Megumi likes to think of himself as a lone wolf. The one who strays from the pact and handles his own problems. Although, recently Megumi has been thinking about Itadori—more than a normal amount. Ever since Itadori rose from the dead, Megumi can’t keep his thoughts in check.
Megumi, Itadori and Kugisaki are on their way to take care of a high grade curse. Megumi somehow ends up getting stuck in the middle seat, squished between the other two as they lean over his shoulders to keep conversation. Itadori is touchy. He’s touchy with pretty much everyone—it’s how he shows affection. A slap on the back for a job well done, or bumping shoulders when he asks you how you’re doing. Megumi stared straight ahead as he tried not to think of Itadori’s body heat seeping through his own blazer.
It was cold today. Mid November as the rain crashed against the car’s windshield, wipers furiously moving like a broken metronome. Megumi never liked the cold. There’s always a chill that goes up your spine when you're near a high grade curse, and Megumi always just preferred spring and summer to winter. His eyes are trained on the windshield wipers, but he can hear Itadori ask to turn on the heat, and he feels Kugisaki shiver dramatically next to him.
All three of them stepped out into the rain, harsh droplets making it hard for them to keep their eyes open. Kiyotaka drove away behind them, saying something about running an errand for Gojo. Megumi looked up at the high rise building. He guesses that there must be at least twelve or thirteen floors, possibly bad considering there may be a lot of low grade curses to deal with before they find the one they’re looking for.
“Can we stop staring and go in already? My clothes aren’t getting any drier.” Kugisaki blurted, jogging towards the door with her hands above her head in an attempt to keep her hair from getting any more wet.
Itadori gently slapped the back of Megumi’s shoulder, sending him his signature grin. “We got this don’t we?” He said, turning around and walking backwards as he keeps his eyes on Megumi’s expression.
“Yeah. Let’s get this over with, I’m sick of the rain already.”
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Either the curse was a really weak high grade, or they’ve gotten a lot stronger, because it doesnt take them their usual struggle to finish high grade curses like before. During their first missions as a team everyone usually felt like passing out from exhaustion right there on the floor, but now it was more like the soreness you feel the morning after a tough workout. Kugisaki’s groan echos throughout the beaten up building as she stretches out her back. Itadori was sitting on the floor catching his breath and Megumi outstretched his hand to help him up. Itadori smiles as he grabs his hand and hauls himself up, letting go as he dusts off his clothes. Megumi didn’t want to dwell on the warmth that he felt when holding Itadori’s hand, but he couldn’t help chasing the other slightly as it was pulled away.
Megumi shakes his head a bit, trying to get any excess water out of his hair. Unsurprisingly, the roof of the top floor that they’re on has a huge hole right in the middle, which resulted in everyone getting rained on during their fight. If anything, Megumi think’s that it’s raining harder now than on their way here.
Itadori turns his head towards the broken window, mouth agape. “Woah it’s almost completly dark now. I think climbing all those stairs took away more time and energy than the curse did.”
“Fushiguro,” Kugisaki rolls out his name, “can’t you summon that bird to take us down? I’m too tired to walk down all those stairs again.” She whines.
“No, now lets go before it gets too dark to see where we’re stepping.” Megumi starts walking towards the stairs, hearing the whines of the other two behind him.
Megumi thinks that it would’ve taken less time to climb down all the flights of stairs without the other two whining and complaining behind him, but nonetheless they finally open the door outside, making a break towards Kiyotaka’s running car in some useless effort to not get any more soaked—which was pointless considering how their wet shoes were squeaking with every step they took.
Once again Megumi somehow ends up in the middle seat, which is significantly more uncomfortable now that everyone has their clothes and hair sticking to them. Kiyotaka turns on the heat for them and Megumi instantly feels the blast of warm air on his face. Kugisaki and Itadori lean over as they try to warm up from the vent in front of them. Megumi doesn’t usually have a problem with people getting into his space, but with the other two squishing their faces into his neck to get some heat in their direction, he considers pushing them off.
He considers pushing them off, until he can hear Itadori let out a quiet sigh and visibly melt, and he decides to let them stay there for a few more minutes.
Itadori nudges his side a bit. “Fushiguro, scoot over a bit more you’re totally hogging all the heat.” He pouts.
“You could’ve taken the middle seat you know.”
“I don’t like getting squished.” He retorted.
“And you think I do?” Megumi turns his head to look at Itadori, not realizing how close they were. Itadori laughs so angelically that it takes everything in Megumi not to reach out and cup his face. Megumi snaps out of his trance when he feels something bump on his shoulder, he craned his head back to see Kugisaki knocked out by his side.
Itadori peeks his head out to see what happened. “Push her a bit so we can get more heat.” He whispers.
“She’ll wake up and you know she’ll be cranky. I’d rather have a quiet ride back.” Megumi murmured back.
Itadori let out a hum as he shifted his body so that his face was pressed into Megumi’s shoulder, nuzzling his cheek a bit and closing his eyes so he felt more comfortable.
Traffic was apparently heavy right now, what with them barely moving on the road. Megumi kept his eyes trained forward, watching the car in front of them move slightly, then break again. Kiyotaka turned the radio on to a low volume, just loud enough to hear over the rain. It was playing some soft rock 80s song that Megumi knew he wouldn’t be able to recognize even if he tries to think about it.
It was all very wholesome, the rain hitting the car, the warm air around them, the radio on low, and Kugisaki and itadori with him. Megumi never really appreciated the victories after their missions. When Gojo offered to buy dinner and the other two arguing over which sushi place to go try, Megumi would be in the back, wanting to get back to the school only to get dragged along by Itadori. In a sense, he knows he has friends now because of him, and now he can sort appreciate the calmness after battles more.
“You know,” Megumi looks over to see Itadori open his eyes, face illuminated by the red light of the car in front of them, “you were pretty cool today. We should all go out for sushi tomorrow to celebrate our win.” Itadori says quietly, voice laced with drowsiness.
Megumi really doesn’t know what possess him—maybe the rain and the soft music in the background was too much for him not to make a move, but he reaches out his hand and lightly cups Itadori’s face, fingers barely grazing his skin. Itadori’s eyes open a little wider as he looks up to Megumi.
And Megumi kisses him.
Itadori’s lips are surprisingly soft, softer and fuller than Megumi would’ve guessed just by looking at them. He tilts his head as he gains better access, his other hand moving to rest on Itadori’s knee. Itadori sighs quietly as his hands shoot up to grab Megumi’s collar, meshing their bodies closer together. Megumi didn’t know he would be so thankful for the weather today as the roof of the car is hit with harsh thumps, drowning out whatever quiet noises they were making.
He slightly opens his eyes to see Itadori’s lashes delicately spread over his cheeks. Megumi had to shut his eyes again before he fell for the other even harder. He brushes his thumb across his skin and tilts Itadori’s head up slightly. The kiss is sloppy and inexperienced, but Megumi starts to get the hang of it as his lips move in sync with Itadori’s.
Pushing his weight on itadori to guide him closer towards the window, Megumi momentarily forgets about Kugisaki delicately balancing her head on his shoulder. Her head harshly falls on his lap as Kugisaki darts up. Megumi and Itadori pull away as if the other had shocked them, and pretended as if nothing happened just moments before.
Kugisaki gasps in surprise from her ‘fall’ and swayed her head around as if she didn’t remember were she was. “Did I fall asleep?” She mumbles to herself. She stretches her neck around as she settles back into her seat, head resting on the car door barely balancing.
Megumi takes a deep breath before he feels his side getting elbowed. Itadori is smiling up at him like he was just told he won the lottery, and Megumi can feel himself slightly smiling back.