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“I know, I should get next to you
You got a look that made me think you're cool
But it's just sexual attraction
Not something real so I'd rather keep whacking”
Yuuji hates clubs.
The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and the air smells like a strange combination of alcohol and expensive perfume.
His friends, however, love it.
Which is why Yuuji is currently squeezed into a booth he doesn’t want to be in, holding a drink he doesn’t remember ordering.
He mostly feels like he accidentally walked into someone else’s party.
He tries to focus on his drink instead, turning the glass slowly in his hands while condensation slides down his fingers. It’s something sweet, probably stronger than it tastes, and he takes another sip mostly just to give himself something to do.
Yuuji exhales quietly.
Somewhere in the club, the music shifts. Softer, compared to the pounding bass from previous songs. Yuuji barely notices it at first.
He looks up only to find a pair of sharp eyes staring at him. Instinctively, he glances over his shoulder to check if the guy is looking at someone else. Nope. Just him. He barely has the time to register the dark hair and a big fur coat as the stranger starts sprinting towards him.
Before he can say anything, the stranger is already grabbing onto his arm and dragging him along.
They shove their way through the crowd. Yuuji can hear the music getting muffled. The guy leads him to a bathroom. It’s surprisingly empty and clean for a club. Yuuji watches the bathroom door shut behind them.
Suddenly, the angel stranger in front of him drops to his knees and starts unbuckling his belt.
Yuuji blinks at the door in front of him.
“Uh–”
“Shut up.”
So Yuuji does. He just stands there, speechless, as angry footsteps make their way to the washroom.
Now that the lights aren’t violently flashing blue and red, Yuuji can actually see the boy in front of him. He’s beautiful. Much like an angel. Porcelain skin, emerald green eyes surrounded by smudged black makeup, pink glossy lips.
Bruises around his neck.
Yuuji’s eyes linger there for a second longer than they probably should.
Yuuji flinches when the door suddenly kicks open. He looks down at the boy, still unzipping his pants. He doesn’t know if he’s getting lucky or just violated.
Yuuji feels the blood rushing to his cheeks.
“I told you I’m booked. Find someone else,” he says, not looking back. Yuuji sees the man clench his jaw as he glares at him.
Oh. So he’s a–Yuuji discards all the thoughts in his head before they even occur. It’s not really his place to question it. Still, the boy doesn’t look much older than Yuuji himself. And for some reason that bothers Yuuji; more than it should.
“At least get a fucking room,” the man says as he stomps out. Okay so Yuuji has no fucking idea what just happened. He decides it probably doesn’t matter as long as he isn’t in trouble.
Silence fills the room again.
“...so do you do this to everyone you see?” Yuuji finally asks as the stranger finishes buckling his belt back. Very casually. Like he does this every day.
He stands up, “Only to the harmless looking ones.”
And leaves. Just like that. Like dragging a stranger to bathroom and undressing them was just a random tuesday.
Yuuji stares at the closed bathroom door for a moment. Well. So that’s new.
He didn’t even get the guy’s name. Not that he needs it. Still... would’ve been nice.
After another minute of standing there like an idiot, Yuuji finally pushes the door open and heads back towards the bar.
When he gets back, he finds a completely drunk Nobara arguing with the bartender.
“–but I’ll pay you later– Itadori! Thank god you’re here. This bartender just–hic–wouldn’t let me drink anymore!” She whines, her speech slurred.
Yuuji looks around with a grimace on his face. “Kugisaki that’s enough! Stop making a scene. Let’s just leave, okay?”
Before they can leave the bartender quietly slides a tab against the table. Yuuji apologises and tries to grab his wallet only to find his pockets strangely... empty?
His brain short circuits. He checks his other pocket. Okay so that’s his phone. But the wallet is still not in his pockets where it should be.
Yuuji runs a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan. But before he can panic, a familiar hand grabs onto his. The angel from earlier is now in front of him again. He hands the wallet to Yuuji and tries to run again—but this time, Yuuji grabs his arm.
“Hey at least give me your name!” Yuuji blurts out over the loud music.
The guy hesitates, his eyes wandering. “...Megumi.”
Yuuji grins. “Megumi, I’m Yuuji. You’re literally a blessing. Thank you for finding it.”
“I stole it.”
Yuuji blinks. “What.”
The grin vanishes from his face quickly. He tries to convince himself that he definitely heard something wro–“I said I stole it!”
Well. So he did hear it right. But it’s okay. That’s totally okay, right? Because it could’ve been worse. Megumi could’ve kept the wallet. But he returned it. And that’s all that matters, right?
“...then, why’d you return it?” Yuuji asks, his eyes big and wide.
“I don’t know, okay? You just looked too... clueless. Felt bad.” Megumi utters.
For some reason, Yuuji feels the smile creeping back to his face. “That’s okay. You can buy me lunch when we meet again.” He says, before he can stop himself.
Megumi looks unsure. Slowly he ends up muttering “...okay” while fidgeting with his earring. Cute. No homo of course.
He turns around and leaves. Just as Yuuji pays and is about to leave, he sees Nobara staring at him with the weirdest face ever.
“Uhh, what?” Yuuji asks, scratching the back of his neck.
“...you do realise that the guy you were thirsting over is... Fushiguro, right?” She replies.
“Fushiguro?”
“Yes. Fushiguro. As in Megumi Fushiguro.”
“How do you even know him? And what’s so weird about him?”
“How do you not know him! He’s fucked like– half the campus! Itadori, don’t you know he’s a prostitute!” She exclaims, as if it was some known fact and Yuuji was stupid to not know it. “You know the streets say that he even had something with Gojo sensei!” She whisper yells.
Gojo sensei? Half the campus? Why is Yuuji hearing about this just now?
Yuuji blinks. His brain replays the last fifteen minutes.
The bathroom. The bruises.
The way Megumi had looked at him like none of this was strange.
…Yeah.
Yuuji definitely wasn’t forgetting him anytime soon.