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This was the point Megumi always hated when it came to relationships.
Well, it wasn’t like he’d made it to this point many times, but he had once, and that was enough to make him realize he hated it.
Gojo and Getou wanted to meet Itadori.
They’d been seeing each other for a little over two months, and they’ve been on about a dozen dates. Itadori had met Toge, and Megumi had met Junpei as well as Itadori’s twin brother, Sukuna (and wasn’t that an experience). They’d even gone on a double date with Kugisaki and Maki, to Megumi’s mortification.
Megumi was... happy.
And Gojo was... infuriating.
“ Come on~ Megumi-chan!” he’d whined, hanging onto Megumi before his date. “You can’t deprive your father of meeting your significant other.”
“You’re not my dad,” Megumi answered childishly.
“How dare you hurt your fathers like this, Megumi,” Getou chimed in, draping himself across Megumi’s other side so he was sandwiched between the worst parental figures in the history of parental figures. He swore he was the one that raised both of them. “We just want to make sure he’s worthy of you.”
“You’re going to scare him away,” Megumi complained, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this until he at least promised to ask Itadori about meeting his parents.
“We won’t! You can even bring Tsumiki as a mediator.”
“Why are you giving me permission to bring my sister to a meet-up that will likely not be occurring?”
“Oh, it’s going to occur,” Gojo assured him, patting his head. “We’re just giving you the chance to let it occur on your terms. I already have his phone number.”
Megumi jolted, feeling his eye twitch as he stared at Gojo. “How?” he asked, teeth gritted. It was Getou who answered, sounding mockingly disapproving.
“Your passcode really isn’t as hard as you think, Megumi.”
Of course. Megumi was often fooled into thinking Getou was the more reasonable of the two due to his calmer nature, but he had to remember that the man was exactly like his counterpart.
“I am going to kill myself.”
“Not before we meet Itadori!” Gojo sang, patting him one last time before letting him go. “Now, you better come back with a set date for dinner or I’ll be giving him a call!”
Which led to now, sitting on a park bench, having a coffee (and tea) with Itadori. They didn’t have that much time - both being busy with classes and Megumi with work - so they took the time to be together when they could. Weekends worked best for them, but they were disgustingly attached to the hip. Megumi was sure he’d never texted someone so much in his life. Toge teased him daily.
Itadori had his head on Megumi’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined and his free hand bringing the drink to his mouth. He hummed contentedly, thumb running across Megumi’s knuckles. Megumi kept his smile at the sweet gesture to himself.
They were quiet for a long moment before Megumi squeezed Itadori’s hand gently. “Hey,” he said, voice quiet.
Itadori tilted his head back so he could look up at Megumi without lifting his head. “Hm?”
“My...parents want to meet you.”
Itadori’s face melted into relief, and he sighed heavily. “Oh thank god, I’m not a side piece.”
Megumi jolted before pulling away, setting his drink down before grabbing Itadori’s cheeks and pinching them harshly. “What the hell do you mean side piece?”
“Fwushiguwoooo!” Itadori whined, setting his own drink aside blindly before reaching up to grab Megumi’s wrists. “Huwrts!!”
Megumi let him go, irritated. Itadori rubbed his sore cheeks before trying to make eye contact. Megumi turned his head away, crossing his arms.
“I was joking,” Itadori huffed, resting his chin on Megumi’s shoulder and kissing his cheek. “Don’t pout at me, baby. I’d love to meet your parents.”
Megumi turned red, side-eyeing Itadori with his eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me baby when I’m mad at you.”
“Then don’t be mad at me,” Itadori said cheekily. He fixed Megumi with a bright smile that slowly turned teasing as he watched Megumi’s resolve break. He turned Megumi’s face and rested their foreheads together, humming. “I’m sorry.”
Megumi held on to his irritation for a moment longer before sighing, reaching up and cupping Itadori’s face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks. “I’m not sorry for pinching you.”
The gentleness in which he caressed Itadori’s face said otherwise, but Itadori wisely didn’t say that.
“I would be a fool to expect you would be,” he said quietly, smiling when Megumi averted his gaze shyly. He reached up and brought their lips together, any remaining irritation Megumi felt all but ceasing to exist as he tilted his head back and let Itadori lead.
Itadori pulled back after a few moments and Megumi let him know he was unhappy with that action, making a soft noise of protest that made Itadori smile again. He pecked the taller man’s lips.
“How does Friday night sound? You guys can come to my apartment. I’ll cook. Make your meatballs how you like them.”
“You don’t have to bribe me,” Megumi mumbled, tilting his face up and making another noise when Itadori leaned back a little more, making him chase his lips.
“Maybe I want to spoil you a little.”
“Spoil me now,” Megumi answered, tugging on Itadori’s hair impatiently. Itadori chuckled before tangling a hand in Megumi’s hair and bringing him in, kissing him deep and passionately. Megumi trembled under the force of it, sighing when Itadori pulled back for the last time.
“Gotta go,” Itadori whispered, stroking Megumi’s hair and tucking some behind his ear. “See you Friday?”
“Mm.”
Megumi always felt a little stupid after Itadori kissed him, quiet and in need of rebooting. Itadori was actually lucky to be able to get any answer out of him at all after being kissed like that, Megumi thinks.
He’d never felt this way for anyone else, so unguarded, so ready to follow instead of lead. There was just something about the way Itadori kissed him that quieted everything in him and made him feel more grounded in himself. Itadori kissed him like he was someone. Itadori really needed to go before Megumi did something stupid like beg him to skip class and stay.
“Text me stuff like allergies or dislikes?” Itadori asked. Megumi rolled his eyes.
“I’m going to tell you everything Gojo hates is actually his favorite just so he suffers.”
Itadori laughed, gathering up his things and grabbing his drink. “Be nice, Fushiguro, I want to make a good impression!”
“He’ll know it was me,” Megumi deadpanned. Itadori leaned down to kiss the top of his head and give him a big smile.
“See you Friday!” he called, turning and jogging off, likely running a little late. Megumi watched him leave with a smile on his face.
~
Yuuji was panicking.
Fushiguro provided him very little information regarding food like he’d asked, and he was sure that he would strangle the man if he weren’t so taken by him.
FROM: f <3
Getou: earl gray tea
Tsumiki: chicken teriyaki
Gojo: anything sweet
Actually, Yuuji might strangle him anyway.
And so, Yuuji had been cooking since two that afternoon, despite the fact that Fushiguro and his family weren’t going to be at his place until six. He’d made chicken teriyaki stir fry, a pot of earl gray, meatballs with extra ginger (he better get so many kisses), and strawberry mochi as well as cake with extra sweet cream. He was trying to make an impression, goddammit.
He checked the clock as he turned off his stove, sighing in relief when he realized he had about a half hour to get ready. He could take a quick shower and wear nice clothing that wasn’t that godforsaken ugly ass yellow hoodie, which, rude Nobara, he didn’t even have it anyway. Megumi did.
Once he was out of the shower, he hurried to dry his hair before pulling on the casual (okay, Nobara) white button up and tucking it into a pair of dark jeans. He rolled the sleeves up his forearms and mussed his hair before there was a knock at the door. He cursed under his breath, chest squeezing in anxiety before he rushed to the door and opened it, putting on his best smile.
Fushiguro was the one at the door, his family behind him. He looked a little irritated, likely due to Gojo who he complained about a lot, but Yuuji felt his heart thump at the way Fushiguro visibly softened at his presence.
“Hey,” he said softly, just for Fushiguro. Fushiguro’s lips quirked up.
“Hey, yourself. You look…” his eyes dragged down Yuuji’s form in a way that both embarrassed him and made him smug. Fushiguro cleared his throat, averting his eyes and blushing a little. “Nice.”
“Nice of you to dress up for us!” someone interrupted, shoving Fushiguro to the side. He had a shock of white hair and piercing blue eyes that were half-hidden by black sunglasses. He was tall, much taller than Yuuji, by about twelve centimeters. He held out a hand. “Gojo Satoru, Megumi-chan’s beloved father.”
“Not my dad,” Fushiguro muttered grumpily as Yuuji shook his hand.
“Itadori Yuuji!”
“ Ah~ Itadori-kun, this is my beloved husband, Getou Suguru. And this is my much lovelier child, Tsumiki.”
“Hello, Itadori,” Tsumiki said, nodding. Itadori nodded back, smiling as he stepped back and opened the door wider.
“Hello! Nice to meet you all! Dinner’s ready and the table’s set, feel free to sit wherever you like!”
The group gathered around Yuuji’s modest table, Yuuji in between Fushiguro and Tsumiki and across from Getou and Gojo. Gojo praised Yuuji’s cooking enthusiastically in between questions about what he did for work, what he was studying, etc., embarrassing Fushiguro.
“ Wow~ I might have to marry you myself!”
Yuuji blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck and nearly missing the way Fushiguro stabbed his meatball a little harder than before. “Thank you, Gojo. It’s really nothing.”
“You’re married to me, Satoru.”
“Am I? You don’t cook for me like Yuuji-kun does!”
Fushiguro pushed his chair back abruptly and stood, startling the table. Yuuji didn’t miss the irritation on his face nor the amusement on Gojo’s.
“Excuse me,” Fushiguro muttered, turning to walk through the living room and then down the hallway. It was silent for a moment before Yuuji laughed nervously, also standing.
“I’ll be back!”
He could hear Tsumiki admonishing Gojo for teasing Fushiguro so much, but was more concerned with his boyfriend.
He found Fushiguro at the other end of the hallway, leaning against the wall with his head tipped back. Yuuji felt a smile teasing the corner of his lips as he walked to stand in front of him.
“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out and resting his hands on Fushiguro’s hips. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Fushiguro grumbled, crossing his arms and turning his face away from Yuuji. Yuuji really had to fight a smile now, because a bratty Fushiguro was really just about the cutest thing.
“Then why are you pouting?”
Fushiguro’s eyes were narrowed as he turned to look at Itadori before rolling them and looking away again. “I’m not,” he said, clearly pouting. Yuuji leaned in to nuzzle his jaw with his nose.
“Come on, Fushi. Tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?”
It was quiet for a long moment before Fushiguro sighed and released some of his tension, hands reaching out to mess with the collar of Yuuji’s shirt. “No, Gojo’s just being annoying,” he mumbled. Yuuji hummed.
“What did he do that you’re upset by?”
“Everything.”
Yuuji snorted. “You better get more specific or I’m going to pick an outrageous reason.”
There was a smile playing on Fushiguro’s lips as he continued to mess with Yuuji’s collar. “Like what?” he challenged. Yuuji hummed.
“You’re worried that I’m going to elope with Gojo and become your new dad.”
Fushiguro snorted, flicking Yuuji’s forehead. “No.”
“You think I’m going to become his personal cook.”
“No.”
“You’re jealous.”
It was silent for a moment and Fushiguro averted his eyes again. Yuuji knew he hit the jackpot.
“Okay, so you’re jealous. What are you jealous of, baby?”
Fushiguro turned red. He mumbled something and Yuuji tilted his head.
“Again, please?”
“I said I’m jealous that he can say your name so easily,” Fushiguro said, a little loud, and turning even redder in embarrassment.
Yuuji squeezed his hips before trailing his hands up to Fushiguro’s waist, pulling him closer. “You can call me by my given name. I thought you knew that.”
Fushiguro peeked at him. “I can?”
Yuuji laughed, nodding as he leaned in to press a kiss to Fushiguro’s nose. “Of course, silly boy. Whenever you want.”
Fushiguro slowly wrapped his arms around Yuuji’s shoulders, running his fingers over the undercut. “...Yuuji,” he said quietly. Said man felt a burst of possessiveness, but mostly felt warm with adoration. He smiled encouragingly.
“Yes, Megumi?”
Megumi turned red. Yuuji felt the way his long fingers tightened in his hair for a moment. “Kiss me, Yuuji.”
Yuuji didn’t bother teasing Megumi or making him wait, just pulled him in for a kiss. Megumi opened his mouth to pant and Yuuji slipped his tongue in, hearing the way the raven’s breath caught in his throat.
“Say my name again,” he breathed against Megumi’s lips, using his grip on Megumi’s waist to push him back against the wall again. Megumi let out a strangled noise, catching himself just enough to make an attempt at being quiet.
“Yuuji,” he whispered, and Yuuji was gone.
He forced himself to pull back, telling himself that Megumi’s family was just down the hall, but couldn’t stop himself from giving the man one more kiss.
“Don’t be silly, Megumi,” he murmured, squeezing his sides. “Haven’t you figured out you can have anything you want from me?”
Megumi nodded dumbly and Yuuji smiled. “Go fix yourself up in the bathroom, pretty. You look like you’ve just gotten done making out.”
“I have,” Megumi grumbled childishly. Yuuji laughed, stepping back.
“We’ll be waiting for you for dessert, so hurry.”
Yuuji made his way back to the dinner table as normally as possible, but he could tell that he hadn’t fooled anyone, least of all Tsumiki who was smiling slyly at him. He blushed and cleared his throat.
“Megumi’s fine. Just grumpy.”
“Of course he is,” Gojo sighed, leaning dramatically on Getou. “I’m sure you kissed him all better, right Yuuji-kun?”
“Gojo-san!” Yuuji yelped in embarrassment. Gojo cackled while Getou chuckled next to him, a bit more reserved for Yuuji’s sake.
Megumi returned to the table a few minutes later, looking much more put together than Yuuji expected. He sat closer to Yuuji than before, but chose not to participate in the conversation flowing around them throughout dessert. It was when the dinner was winding down and Getou suggested they head home that Megumi spoke.
“I’m staying with Yuuji tonight,” he said plainly, intertwining his fingers with Yuuji’s under the table. He turned his head to make eye contact with Yuuji, who swallowed and nodded dumbly before turning to face his parents.
“Yes, yes he is. We’re going to watch movies.”
“Sure you are,” Tsumiki muttered to Megumi, grinning and dodging the shove.
Yuuji and Megumi walked the other three to the door, saying their goodbyes.
“It was nice to meet you, Itadori-kun,” Getou said, smiling. Yuuji had thought that Megumi was overexaggerating his evilness, but he could see it lurking in those dark eyes. He’s just like Gojo, Yuuji thought to himself, amused. He just hides it a little better.
“It was nice to meet you, too! I hope you guys enjoyed dinner.”
“Oh, it was delicious,” Tsumiki smiled. “Maybe you can teach Megumi to cook like that so he stops living on cup noodles.”
Yuuji turned to frown at Megumi who was glaring at his sister. “What do you mean you live on cup noodles? You have to sustain your body better, Megumi!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Megumi muttered, jumping when Yuuji pinched his ear.
“You cannot let your dogs eat better than you!”
“Have fun ‘ watching movies’ ,” Gojo interrupted, winking obnoxiously and making Megumi turn red. “Don’t wear protection, I want grandchildren!”
“Gojo!” Megumi hissed, stalking forward to push them out the door. “ Go home before you make Getou a widow!”
Gojo cackled but allowed himself to be pushed out. It was only when they were out that Megumi turned around, face still red and looking embarrassed.
“Please ignore him, everything he says is stupid.”
Yuuji laughed before kissing Megumi briefly. “I’ll go get you a change of clothes, yeah?”
Megumi nodded, but didn’t let go of Yuuji’s hand when he turned to go. “..Yuuji.”
“Yeah, Megumi?”
“..Thank you.”
Yuuji sensed that he meant more than the change of clothes and dinner, but he didn’t feel like pushing him tonight. So he smiled and squeezed his hand before turning to go get them a change of clothes.
“Anything for you, Megumi.”