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“We don't have to stay long,” Fushiguro’s voice is low in the dark of night, teeth on the verge of chattering, as they walk through the streets covered in snow. Damn, Fushiguro’s eyelashes look pretty with the snow falling between them.
“We’ll stay how long you like!” He was honestly kinda pushing it, convincing Megumi out in the snow, “just let me know,” he feel’s his mouth form into a small smile. Even if Fushiguro did sound a bit hesitant, Yuuji knows he probably wants to go at least slightly… probably.
“My boss is, uhm, super rich,” Fushiguro and him are in the lost luxurious place in the city, that's for sure, “almost as if he doesn't know what to do with all his money.”
“Hmh,” he scans the appearance of the building approaching. It’s probably the most exquisite one on the block, even though it’s late at night and snowy, it does have an elevated look to it…
He knew Fushiguro for a while now, yet, to get invited to his work holiday party… platonically? Is a bit forward. “Say, Fushiguro, why did you invite me to tag along anyways!” God, that sounds like he didn't wanna come, “Not that I'm not happy you invited me! I am!”
Fushiguro just gives him a silent look. Sometimes it's hard to tell what’s going on in that pretty head of his, but boy, does he wanna find out. “Well,” they're making their way up to the building now, the snow on his boots slowly melting away on the doormat, “I figured, if I were to go, might as well torture the one that convinced me to go.”
Fushiguro is just so silly. Hanging out with the guy he’s liked for ages is definitely not torture. More like the opposite…
The interior of the building is nothing short of elegant, with high ceilings and holiday decor entwined with the layout. There’s guest service waiting by the entrance, taking attendance and escorting people into the building through the special elevators. Definitely more sophisticated than any party he’s been to.
The entry to the elevators doesn't take long, the security mostly mingling with Fushiguro rather than scanning him for any contraband. Though, when it came to him–
“I’ll need you to stick your hands out sir,” the metal detector almost beat him in between the legs as they end up waving them through.
“They use to not have high security like this,” Fushiguro’s mutters under his breath, just lowly enough for Yuuji to hear him, getting closer in proximity. The warmth of his body hovers near him. God. “Something about his ex trying to kill him or something,” he raises his eyebrows, moreso seeing annoyed at the inconvenience rather than care for his boss's safety.
“Oh. That’s, uhm, horrible.”
“Should've killed him If you ask me,” It’s almost cute how Fushiguro raises his distaste, but his eyes dont narrow like they do when he’s truly annoyed.
Fushiguro’s attitude definitely influences the smile he feels growing on his face, huh, who would’ve thought he'd be spending the night with Fushiguro, when the guy barely wants to socialize on a good day. Shit– since he’s at his holiday party, that means he’ll meet his coworkers.
“I knew you'd freak out once you saw the main hall,” he barely takes in Fushiguro’s words, as he notices that walking out of the elevator being led by him almost felt like second nature.
Oh. Seeing the entryway was one thing, but contrasting to this floor, it’s even more intense. Almost an eyesore if it was just a tad more bright. Damn! The sound of his stomach must be loud as hell, if Fushiguro’s jolt had anything to do with him. The amount of platters going around is insanity. What to try first—
“So I was wondering,” Fushiguro’s hand’s feel soft against his forearm as he tugs him off to the side, “If you're okay with this? You asked why I invite you here, and now looking at it, it must be weird having you at my work party before we even went out but–”
Before we went out? Went out, as in went out ? Fuck. He didn't know Fushiguro liked him like that… Fuck. How did he miss this? Well shit, he can’t have Fushiguro backing out now, he just got a shot with his dream guy! Hell yeah.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been on weirder first dates,” Fushiguro’s face twists a little. Shit. Shit. What if that's not what he meant? Uhmm…What should he say? “And I do like you. A lot.” Well, no going back now.
Though, Fushiguro does seem to curl the edge of his lips up, “Good,” followed by a little cough, as he starts walking back into the main room, escaping the hallway, “me too.”
The smile that booms on his face as he trails past Fushiguro definitely was the biggest smile he had in a while. “Hey,” catching up next to him, he almost questions draping an arm over him, but settles by nudging him with his side, “Pretty brave of you thinking I'd leave a good impression on your coworkers.”
“I suppose,” but the glimmer in Fushiguro’s eye definitely show that he’s being entertained, “or perhaps I also wanted them to stop setting me up with the asshole in the finance department.”
God, he almost wants to stop Fushiguro face on, almost wanting to entrap him into his arms, “Hmh, I’d fight for your virtue,” he muses, “I’d be a good boyfriend.”
He expects Fushiguro to tackle on and comment back, but he’s oddly silent for a second. Maybe that was too far? They did just say they liked each other? Trying not to be too obvious he gives Fushiguro a look, God, does he look… flustered?
“I hope so,” suddenly a voice erupts. Shit, where the hell did that come from? “When Megumi-chan said he was bringing his boyfriend, I did expect it to be official~”
The groan coming from Fushiguro is almost endearing, “Gogo-san, please mind your own business.”
Whomever this Gojo-san was, his presence made Yuuji instantly curious, it sounds like he has a good relationship with Fushiguro… God, please don’t let him be his work husband. He was built, and tall, and, uhm, gorgeous–
“I promise not to tell!”
“Tell whom, exactly? Nanami-san from IT? Cause surely he’d be interested…”
“Well, of course,” regardless of the waggle of his brows, anything coming out of his mouth sounds believable, “Surely everyone would be intrigued. You are the office mystery,” it almost seems like Gojo-san wants to pester Fushiguro in a physical manner too, poke him, or ruffle his hair, but settles with a knowing grin, “Well, are you not going to introduce us?”
“Itadori, this is my boss, Gojo-san, Gojo, likewise.”
“Hmmmm,” for the first time in their conversation, Gojo-san peer’s into Yuuji’s soul, almost as if he’s inspecting him. “Are you related to a Ryomen Sukuna, by chance?”
“Okay enough introduction,” Fushiguro mutters, he’s about to drag Yuuji off again, he feels the pull of his hand before Yuuji sticks out his own to shake Gojo-san’s hand.
“It’s a pleasure to attend! Thank you!”
“Very polite! My pleasure! Enjoy the party, we have an open bar…” Gojo’s starts to dig in his pocket before he pulls out a pair of glasses, “now excuse me, it’s a bit bright.”
“Goodbye Gojo-san,” he basically hears the eye roll in Fushiguro’s voice as they walk off, “Ugh. So obnoxious.”
‘I don't know. I think he’s kinda cool.”
“I think,” Fushiguro’s voice is a little teasing, “we should try everything on the menu,” As if to spite Gojo-san by making use of the money spent on the party.
Yuuji’s eyes widen a bit at the challenge, as his stomach sets to rumble again, ‘definitely sounds good!”
They’re on their second drink of the night, usually Yuuji handles his alcohol pretty well, but whoever’s mixing the drinks tonight is making it more alcohol then mixer, and by more, there’s definitely more .
Shit, where did Fushiguro go? He’s spinning away from the bar, the two drinks he’s holding in his hand cold to touch. Margarita’s for a change of pace for their third drink of the night. Open bar, means open bar, right?
Head turned to the side as we walked forward, he always feels himself crash into another body before he stops himself. Thank fuck he didnt spill anything.
“--I’m so sorry! My bad!” Turning his head to make eye contact.
“Well, well, it’s like looking in a mirror.”
“Huh?” God. he meets eye’s with a man with lighter pink hair, the man almost similar to him in a way, but with a more angular face and more muscular build. They didn't look alike, surely. “What?”
“I mean,” he’s a bit sly, almost peering into him like Gojo-san did but more sinister, more dark, “You stole my date for the night.”
“Oh,” Yuuji isn't sure if what he feels is relief, he had his fair share of surprise brother’s sneak up on him… though… date? What the hell? “Are you Fushiguro’s work husband?”
The man’s expression does showcase some surprise, but his features seem to sharpen, “soon to be real husband.”
“Well,” this must be the asshole from the finance department, Yuuji connects two and two together, “that’s awfully strange, since he’s never mentioned you before and I'm his boyfriend.”
Boyfriend. It had a nice ring to it. Boyfriend .
“--Sukuna,” Oh, there was Fushiguro.
“Pleasure to see you,” the man’s voice, Sukuna, sound’s a bit more poetic, arguably softer as he refers to Fushiguro. ‘Pity you brought this brat along.”
Fushiguro sighs, “Can’t my coworkers be normal?” Almost a silent mutter under his breath.
“I am nothing but ordinary Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna’s eyes caging in on Fushiguro like his prey, God, Yuuji did not like how this guy was looking at him, “remember that.”
Lord, if Yuuji wasn't at a holiday party, and if he was a different guy he would be swinging hands right now. Who is this guy? However, Sukuna gives Fushiguro a good look, and then disappears into the crowd without giving Yuuji more time of day. Splendid.
“Sorry that everyone’s just so weird,” Fushiguro flatly delivers, as his hand brushes against his and he grabs one of the drinks from his hand, “thanks.”
There’s just so many good looking men at this party, someone is bound to be Fushiguro’s work husband at this point. God. Such nonsense. He feels so silly just even feeling the pointless jealousy stir within him.
“Can I tell you something?” Fushiguro leans into his space, “remember when we had that conversation a while ago? About how we’d like to spend our birthday?”
“Uhm yeah?” the conversation a while ago runs through his head, Fushiguro said something about usually spending it alone or at work, sadly enough. Yuuji has plans on convincing him to spend it with someone he loves, because Fushiguro deserves the best.
“And how, you say I should spend the day with someone I care about?”
“Hmh,” he hums out.
“Well, sorry for not telling you, but I did,” pause, “I spent the day with you,” It’s almost cute how Fushiguro avoids eye contact, looking to the side slightly, a light blush on his cheeks. He is busy admiring him before the words catch up to him. Birthday???
“Today’s your birthday?” God. He should've known. He could have planned something, or hell, bring the gift that was sitting in his bedroom that he bought when Fushiguro first brought birthday’s up. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now, aren't I?”
“I guess that counts,” he mutters, “sorry I don't bring a gift,” Fushiguro lets out an exhale.
“Well, don't I at least get a birthday wish?”
“Of course,” anything for Fushiguro, even if he wants to ditch this party before they try dessert.
And like he almost jinxed it the words slipped out of his mouth, “Let’s leave this damn party,” but he almost shyly added with a glint in his eye, “and then maybe I can get a birthday kiss?”