The night progressed silently, barely interrupted by the soft hum of the air conditioner and the flickering glow of the movie menu projected on the television. On the bed in Yuji Itadori's apartment, Megumi Fushiguro sat up straight, wrapped in a makeshift pajama: a loose shirt that Yuji, his boyfriend, lent him with his bare thigs. His gaze, apparently calm, was fixed on the bedroom door.

Itadori had gone for the popcorn, he wouldn't be long.

Fushiguro sighed softly, and although his face didn't show an obvious smile, there was something about the way he held the remote control carefully, how he had made sure everything was in order before Yuji returned, which betrayed how he truly felt. The two had to organize themselves to finally be able to spend a night together, after a short mission the two were able to wrap themselves up in their own affairs.

He was excited. He wouldn't show it openly—he wasn't one to talk easily about his feelings—but inside, that emotion burned silently in his chest. Megumi leaned back a little, still staring at the kitchen. He liked being with him. He calmed down. And although he would never say it out loud, at that moment, All he wanted was for Yuji to come back already, so he could lean against his shoulder, like he always did, without needing to say anything. Because with him, I didn't need too many words. Just being there, together, was more than enough.