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The morning light filters in through a crack in the curtains. A soft groan escapes Megumi’s lips, his hand reaching up to rub at his eyes. He blinks away the remnants of sleep, his eyes scanning the room.
Wait..
This isn't his room.. Where is he?
A girl's room? God.. how drunk did he get?
No..
He recognises this room, he’s been in here before. When he turns over, he's met with Itadori, his eyes closed peacefully..
Maybe he just crashed? No. That's not it, he's naked.
The realisation hits him like a truck.. he slept with Itadori. Shit.
His body acted before his brain could, he leapt out of the bed, gathering his clothes into a heap in his arms before throwing them on in a rush. He then makes a beeline straight to his room, locking the door behind him.
Pushing his back against the hard wood, he takes a minute to catch his breath before his mind is moving at a million miles a minute..
I need a shower.. He thinks to himself.
Yeah, shower. Good idea.
As soon as he reaches the bathroom, his hand reaches out to turn the dial to on and the temperature to hot.
Off come his clothes, each article sliding off of his body with ease. He looks in the mirror, his neck is littered with hickeys.. Not just his neck, but also his chest, his arms, oh god, they're everywhere..
“Shit..”
He traces his fingers over the bruises gently, he feels the bile rise in his throat, he likes them? no.. he doesn't know what he's feeling.. Why is he feeling these things? This isn’t him.
No.
Stop.
You’re overthinking. It was a mistake. That’s all it was. A drunken hookup.
Mistake.
Memories come back in fragments, he remembers Itadori’s lips on his skin, how it felt to have him leaving his mark on him..
So gross..
He inhales a sharp breath, the sensation replaying in his head..
So.. good?
He shakes his head, shaking the thoughts away.. He can’t think like this, it’s wrong. They’re both guys, why would this be good..
One step, two steps, three steps, there. He's in the shower. He pulls the curtain closed as the water drips down onto his skin, easing his muscles and tall the tension there as well. His head falls to rest on the wall, “I’m such an idiot..” he mutters to himself.
He combs his hands through his hair, sighing softly. He grabs the body wash, feeling the urge to scrub clean.. Rid himself of what they did. His repeated mutters fill the room, "Stupid, stupid, stupid.."
He scrubs the spots where he’s marked up until his skin is red raw, until he physically can't anymore, until the clear water runs red, the shower floor now coloured crimson..
His hand shoots out, shutting the water off. He reaches for a towel and wraps it around his body, it drops slightly, now hanging low on his hips.
His gaze finds his own in the mirror, searching his eyes for the Megumi he knows but not finding him.. Did this one night change him that much or did it just bring up something he already knew deep down?
He shakes his head, no. He’s still him, nothing's changed. He still likes girls, he doesn’t like guys, especially not Itadori..
His slender fingers press softly against the now sensitive skin of his neck, a wince escapes him. At least now he can’t look at the hickeys, he can't see them behind the redness of his skin. How hard did he scrub? Jesus..
Walking back into his room, he heads straight for his closet, ironic.
He grabs the nearest hoodie, "That'll do.." he murmurs to himself before throwing it on. It hides his skin perfectly. Great. Nobody will know.
He heads to his first class of the day: Chemistry. Great.. Just great.
He takes his seat next to Gojo, the president of his fraternity.
“Yo, dude! You’re late, that’s a first! Ha! ” Gojo’s voice booms out, the words filled with his familiar laugh.
Without tearing his gaze away from Megumi, waiting for his response- or explanation, he yanked his cap backwards onto his head. His white hair is now shooting out messily in all directions.
“Yeah.. I overslept.” Megumi muttered in response, a very half-assed one but it'll do..
“Whatever you say, bro.” Gojo laughs, kicking his legs up onto the desk in front of him, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m just glad you're here so I'm not suffering alone here.” he flashes his signature grin at the ravenette.
“Of course.. Thinking about yourself as usual, Gojo.” Megumi responds with an eye roll.
The class goes on for what feels like forever.. The professor is just droning on about the structure of an atom.
Finally, the bell rings, the sound signalling the end of the period.
“Oh thank fuck for that!” Gojo exclaims, relief filling his voice.
Megumi just chuckles at that, making his way to the door, Gojo following closely behind.
Geto and Itadori had English together just now so they’re together now, chatting idly, walking past the chemistry classroom.
“Hey! Suguru!” Gojo calls out.
Both Itadori and Geto look around when they hear the sound of Gojo’s voice, Geto has a soft smile gracing his lips at the sight of his boyfriend calling out for him. Megumi’s face turns red, he turns away, shielding his face from the others. He murmurs a curt goodbye to Gojo before scurrying away, in the opposite direction.
Gojo and Geto exchange a knowing glance, Megumi just rushed away at the sight of Yuji.. Something’s going on, they of all people can recognise that..
Later, the frat house is full of soft muttered words and beers being cracked open, a calm and relaxed atmosphere fills the room.
There are a selection of beer cans scattered on the coffee table in front of the couch. Without thinking, Megumi reaches for one, but so does Itadori..
Their fingers brush against each other, Megumi pulls away quickly. He can feel his face heating up rapidly..
“Uh- You can have it..” he mutters, his hands falling into his lap almost instinctively.
He makes the excuse that he’s suddenly feeling tired and rushes off to his room. As soon as his door shuts behind him, hushed chatter fills the room, all eyes now on him.. It’s only 9pm, why’s he going to bed?
A groan leaves his lips, his hands coming up to cover his face. “Why am I like this? What is happening!”
He falls forward, flopping onto his bed, burying his face into his pillows.
Just go to sleep..
He pushes himself underneath his blanket, his head falling back against his pillows. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he wills for sleep to come easily. Praying for at least a short reprieve from his nagging thoughts..
The night wears on, still no rest.. His body turns, and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come..
Reaching into his bedside drawer, he grabs the bottle of sleeping pills he keeps there for times like this. He opens the cap, tipping two pills into his palm, chucking them into his mouth and then swallowing them dry.
He can feel a fog coming over his mind soon after, his thoughts dulling to a small whisper instead of the loud scream they were just moments ago.
He exhales softly, laying his head back against his pillows comfortably, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Finally..” he whispers to himself as sleep finally claims him.