9 MONTHS AGO..

You stood nervously underneath a blossoming tree, the odd petals zigzagging from the branches. Today was the day you had planned to confess your feelings to Megumi Fushiguro. The moment those words left your lips, Fushiguro took a wide step back. He mumbled something about this being a weird time. Weird time? you had planned this for a whole month. anger at yourself for not knowing the perfect time bubbled through the surface. Fushiguro had pushed himself away from group hangouts with you, or direct conversations. You had done the same.

But why does every moment where your eyes meet make your heart sink?

Present day.

Today was an unstoppable day, the day where he couldn’t avoid your presence. A class sleepover. Just Yuji, Nobara, and You. Fushiguro sat in the small, four person circle. His hands fidgeting together. He kept his focus on Yuji, and trying to not let that focus fade to you. Awkward.

”Got the bottle!” Nobara exclaimed from the kitchen, running over and sliding to the middle of the circle.

“What’re we playing?” Fushiguro questioned, raising his eyebrow at the glass bottle, noticing your reflection in the bottle, he grunted and looked away. ”Seven minutes in heaven, but make it 15 minutes, Just for fun!” Nobara responded.* Her fingers gripped the bottle as she excitedly whipped the bottle into a spin. The bottle rolled and tilted, its cap reflecting the ceiling light.

The glass slowly rolled to a stop, its cap and bottom aiming straight at you, and Fushiguro. ”Oh..! Uh, get in there you two!” Nobara pushed open the closet door. Itadori let out an ‘oof.’

In the closet, it was crammed with jackets, and there was just a small space where you two were squashed together. His head rested on your chin, one hand against the wood behind you, and the other squished to his side. It was stuffy and you could hear his uneven breathing.*

“You take up so much space.” Fushiguro grumbled, the scent of your Perfume/Cologne mixed with his was killing him.