It all started on a rainy day, somewhat cold in early autumn. Nothing to do. Days like those were escarse and Fushiguro treasured them like jewels. He could read a book while being cozy in his blankets, if he was feeling it, he could summon a fluffy shikigami to warm himself even more.

He did that.

A lot of bunnies instantly wrapped around him, fluffy fur everywhere. One or two snuggled against his neck, bare thanks to the oversized long sleeved shirt he was wearing. He accommodated himself to read another historical novel and pass time until dinner.

Knock knock. The door opened.

"What do you want, Itadori?", he asked, not even bothering to see the visitor, he knew who it was. Itadori always knocked twice and then entered his room always, not even waiting for a confirmation from the owner of the room.

That situation has led to embarrassing moments of seeing him in various levels of undressing that it wasn't even funny anymore. Fushiguro always glared at him and throw a book or even a shikigami to the insufferable one so he could fuck off.

A part of Fushiguro thought that Itadori might do that on purpose just to see him naked.

"Aww, man! You got out the bunnies!", he melted at the sight of the fluffiness of the shikigamis around the black haired boy, then said boy glared at him and the bunnies melted away in the shadow of their owner.

"What do you want?", he asked again, he was starting to feel annoyed for being interrupted in his reading, again.

Itadori sat just on the edge of the bed, smiling at him as always.

"Do you wanna see a movie?"

"I want to read".

"Come on! I have nothing to do until it's dinner time! Kugisaki just kicked me out of her room!"

"I want to read".

"Pleeeeease?"

"You are going to be here moping and sulking until I give up, right?", he sighed, closing his book and putting it on the small drawer he had.

"Yaaay! Thank you Fushi, you are the best!", he tried to hug him but Fushiguro stopped him placing a hand on the shorter one's face.

"Don't even think about touching me".

Itadori let an annoyed groan and ran to his room to get the laptop ready.

"Which crap are we watching now?", he asked as Itadori returned, connecting the laptop to his charger and getting everything ready.

"You are going to love it, it's a horror american movie from the 80's, they have a zombie dog and everything!"

Fushiguro rolled his eyes and sighed. He always ended up hanging out doing this kind of shit with Itadori or Kugisaki (when she wanted to take part in these kinds of antics) just because sometimes he got lonely.

Rainy days didn't help his mood.

Rainy days made him think harder and darker about things, things he wanted to bury in the back of his mind almost daily. Worries and what ifs, all coming down to haunt him while the raindrops danced along the glass of the window or the puddles on the floor.

Rainy days reminded him of that day, some time ago, where the idiot beside him enraptured in the shitty movie died and his corpse laid at his feet, puddle of raindrops and blood and hollowness staining his shoes.

Stressful and vague thoughts.

Fushiguro sighed again, taking a comfortable space at the head of the bed, against the wall, putting a pillow between him and the wall. Itadori was sitting criss crossing his legs just beside him (his bed was double sized but still), watching the movie at the center of the bed.

He was zoning out, lost in thoughts and what ifs, repassing his mental notes of magic spells and hand seals, not even paying attention. He just wanted to give Itadori what he wanted and just end his attention craving movie watch playdate until dinner, then he could get a shower and read his goddamn book.

Itadori's head hit softly against his shoulder. He didn't even notice that the annoying brat fell asleep. He slapped himself mentally, zoning out sometimes led him to miss parts of the real world and things like this or him getting lost on the shopping trips with the two idiots happened often. He needs to stop thinking and pay attention to the present.

"Hey, wake up", he didn't move, even though he knew it was rude to hit someone that was tired enough to fall asleep doing something he really wanted to do. Fushiguro moved his shoulder a little, the other one's head bobbed slightly. No answer. He didn't even notice when Itadori moved to be at his side. The movie ended with him trapped between being a good person or a total asshole.

He pinched his nose to wake him up. No avail, the infuriating one opened his mouth to breathe. A vein popped up on the black haired boy's forehead, now annoyed, he tried to push Itadori, but he was super heavy, even more now that he was relaxed.

Itadori mumbled something still asleep and then he moved and snuggled against Fushiguro's arm.

"Please move", he pleaded again, trying to get away from the iron grip of the other. No avail.

He struggled against the sleepy boy until they were lying on the bed, the taller one trapped between the strong grip of the sleepy boy glued to his arm, resting his face on his shoulder.

"Fuck. My. Life", lamented Fushiguro defeated.

He was defeated, the laziness to clean after summoning a shikigami and the mess Itadori could make when waking up startled was bigger than the annoyance he was feeling right now. He didn't want screams and fights right now, he just wanted peace and silence.

He grabbed his book and started reading it with his free hand. Itadori's presence was warm and the steady breathing was calming enough to lull the blue eyed boy to fall asleep, the book forgotten on his chest.

Brown eyes opened slightly and then closed again.

Itadori sighed contently and snuggled into the warmness. He was feeling so good rested and warm. The chilly air of the dorms long forgotten. His bed was so cozy and lulling he didn't want to wake up, but his stomach grumbled protesting for food.

Itadori snuggled against his pillow some more.

But the pillow moved a little.

His heart jumped in panic when he realized he was sleeping against his classmate's chest, his arms were wrapped securely around the taller boy's waist.

How? When? Why?

A lot of things flashed through his mind, but right now, the pretty song of Fushiguro's heartbeat and his warmth were so comfortable that he didn't want to wake up ever.

He was going to enjoy this while it lasted and snuggled more against the slender young man. He always wanted to hug him, Itadori was a touch person and he demonstrated care through a pat or a squeeze of reassurance. Kugisaki didn't mind being touched on the arms and shoulders, but Fushiguro always keeped up the walls around him, making their physical interactions difficult.

"Mnnh", Itadori tensed a little, Fushiguro was waking up.

"Aaaah! If he finds out I'm awake I'm dead", he closed his eyes trying to act as someone asleep.

He almost screamed in fear when a heavy hand was placed on the top of his head. Long slender fingers petting him deliciously and carefully.

"Mnn… doggy", the black haired one mumbled while still sleeping.

His heart was beating on his ears, blood rushed to his face coloring it like a cherry. A lot of new sensations exploded on his chest thanks to the proximity of the other body, his warmth, the hands secured around the pretty waist (his classmate's figure always hidden by oversized clothes), the soft petting on his hair that made his toes curl… Itadori couldn't help to move his head a little just to sneak peek if Fushiguro was awake playing a cruel joke on him.

Long and thick eyelashes were casting shadows on his cheeks; his eyebrows were thin, looking relaxed as he was asleep (he almost always was frowning), long and pointy nose and pink thin lips giving him a cute look. His friend was gorgeous, even with his untamed hair and forever scowl, Megumi Fushiguro was pretty.

"That's probably the most gayest thing I ever think about", but he didn't feel wrong. He had to accept when other men were good looking.

He relaxed as he watched him sleep, he felt peace like this and something in his chest bubbled, something under his skin itched, a feeling in his brain switched on.

He wanted more.

Mysterious blue eyes (maybe turquoise?) opened slightly, then closed again. Itadori was almost under a spell watching his classmate's waking up, so enraptured with the pretty features that he tensed when he noticed that those blue eyes were watching him, scowl in his face, annoyed.

If Itadori was blushing, Fushiguro didn't say anything about it. He noted his hand on his classmate's head, taking it away casually, not making a fuss about it, playing it cool. The pink haired boy already missed the feeling on his head.

"Itadori, move. I want to get dinner", he said in a hoarse sleepy voice, then he cleared his throat, waiting for the other to move.

Itadori felt sad about ending the contact with his friend, groaning he squeezed him a little, hugging him finally, and stood up stretching his limbs.

"See you and Kugisaki at the kitchen then", he tried to sound normal, because he felt his whole body tremble. He exited his classmate's room and closed the door behind him.

He crouched on the floor, hiding his face between his hands. Cuddling Fushiguro made his heart jump and hurt.

Fushiguro still took a few minutes to join his classmates at the kitchen. He needed to get rid of the furious blush that spread along his pale face and neck.

-o-o-

Knock knock. And the door opened without waiting for a response.

The black haired one was curled on his bed, the wolf shikigami being a soft and fluffy blanket that was spreaded over the long legs. Summoned bunnies piled up on his sides and neck, warming him up. He was reading a book (he didn't finish it last time).

"What?"

"Maaaaan, I want shikigamis too! They are so practical!", he melted at the sight of the big wolf one and walked near the bed, falling on his knees, hugging the wolf's head, "Awwww, who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?", he ruffled the wolf's fur, it was waving its tail happily.

"I still don't get why you don't get eaten, you are a half curse", Fushiguro jokes, his gaze returning to the book.

"Big boy loves me", he petted him hard behind the big ears and the wolf whined loudly.

He resumed petting and coos with the wolf, Fushiguro ignored them.

"Hey, Fushiguro…", he started after a few minutes of silence, unsure if continuing or not, "uhm… I wanna apologize for last time. I just fell asleep and woke up hugging you… I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable".

"Oh. I think we couldn't help it. We were tired. Are you feeling guilty? That's why you insisted on giving me more meat yesterday?"

"Perhaps", Itadori pouted, hiding his face on the wolf's fur.

"No problem. Really".

"Really?"

"Yup. Besides… it was a good nap", he said looking away from Itadori.

Itadori beamed, relieved that they weren't in an awkward situation.

"Yeah! I woke up super refreshed! We should do that again sometime".

"Eh? Do what?"

"Take a nap together!", he smiled at him, radiating an aura of pure sunshine and comfort.

Fushiguro stared at him a few seconds and his gaze went again to his book.

"Don't get too friendly. He will leave anyway".

"Fushiguro?"

"I don't think it will be a good idea".

-o-o-

Days passed by, day after day of missions, busy with reports and classes.

Itadori was sad.

Fushiguro knew this, the whole body language of that idiot screamed that something wasn't right and he couldn't play it cool. He kept doing his usual activities (training, reading, going to classes) without the pink haired boy's presence around him.

One day they went on a mission on the outside of Tokyo. It was a relatively easy mission but the unspoken tension between them made it difficult to focus for Itadori that ended up caught by the bigger curse. A lot of fight and yelling later, Fushiguro getting dragged by the small curses around the area and Kugisaki beaten several times, they ended exorcizing the annoying things before it went ugly.

Itadori apologized profusely as they walked back to the main street where Ijichi was waiting for them in the car, dragging Fushiguro between him and Kugisaki, the taller boy might have had a concussion after being launched several times and hitting his head on the walls and floor. Kugisaki tried to help, but the punches on her gut made it difficult to not be hunched over herself, but she tried to help her classmates anyway. Blood was dripping from several cuts in Fushiguro's temple and when a droplet fell on Itadori, he felt even more guilty.

When they arrived at Ijichi's car (the poor man panicking and calling Dr. Ieiri quickly) they faced the problem of how they would accommodate in the car after being crushed so badly.

"I can take a taxi or the bus, Fushiguro should lie down in the back seat, Kugisaki you take the front seat so you will have more space", said Itadori after opening the backseat door and helping Fushiguro to sit, then he opened the front door for Kugisaki.

"I won't leave you here, Itadori", said Ijichi, sighing, "the other assistants are busy and they won't pick you up until several hours later".

"It 's ok!"

"You fucking moron, just get in the backseat and shut up, ok?", whisper-yelled Kugisaki, sitting on the front seat, "Just be the sea urchin's pillow, he can bend his stupid long legs there".

Fushiguro shrugged and closed his eyes, taking his shoes off and leaving them behind the front seat.

Itadori panicked.

"No, no really".

"Get in the fucking car", Kugisaki growled.

The trip to the school (at the other side of the town) was silent except for Ijichi who kept receiving calls and calls, Kugisaki closed her eyes, her hands over her stomach, relaxing.

Itadori was on the backseat, behind Kugisaki, Fushiguro's head on his lap, he was laying down across the backseat, eyes closed.

After getting in the car, Ijichi gave Itadori some medical supplies so he could clean the blood on his classmate's face. After Fushiguro accommodated himself comfortably, Itadori cleaned his face carefully.

"Stings…", he slurred, frowning.

"Sorry", he finished cleaning the wounds, putting compresses over them.

"Itadori, you were not paying attention. Is everything all right?", Fushiguro talked calmly, low enough to keep the conversation between them.

"Yeah! It 's ok".

"Is this because I refused to take a nap with you?"

"What? No! Come on, why would I be putting you two in danger over something like that!?", he talked back annoyed.

Fushiguro looked at him, trying to read him. Itadori looked away, embarrassed at being studied by his classmate's gaze.

"Ugh, my head hurts…", Fushiguro closed his eyes suddenly, scowling for the sudden headache.

"You ok, buddy?", Itadori asked, worried, not knowing what to do. He did the only thing he could do, hold his friend's head with one hand to prevent it from moving thanks to the road bumps, the other hand placed softly over his eyes and forehead, to cover his eyes from the streetlights.

"...Warm", the taller boy mumbled slurried, zoning out thanks to the pain.

When they arrived at the school, Itadori carried him bridal style to the medical building, followed by Kugisaki and Ijichi.

-o-o-

"Looking good, Fushiguro!", greeted Itadori entering the patient's room in the medical building.

"I look like shit", he mumbled, signaling his eyebags.

The pink haired one throwed him a bread bun, Fushiguro catched it.

"It's curry bread", he sat on the edge of the bed as the other carefully unwrapped the food and munched on it, "also, gingerbread cookies", he showed him a small bag of baked goods.

Fushiguro eyes lit as he mentioned ginger, "Really?"

"Yep, I baked them with Kugisaki. She was dispatched yesterday. How are you feeling?"

"Good, they will let me go to my room tonight", he kept munching in small bites, "Thank you. I just keep slowing you down, guys".

Itadori ruffled his hair, then he petted his head softly.

"Don't, it was my fault. I was distracted".

"You can come over and nap with me", blurted out Fushiguro out of nowhere, then he looked away, the soft touches of Itadori's hand making him dizzy. "I don't mind".

"Oh… cool… uhm…", Itadori scratched his cheek nervously.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for".

"N-no! It 's ok!"

"I still think the main reason you are so disperse it's because we didn't nap together".

"Fine!", Itadori whined lamely, "Yes, it was because of that! I felt unwanted. But then I accepted it because you always push people away and I don't like it. But I wasn't going to force you to do something you didn't like".

Fushiguro was surprised by the last sentences. He dropped his gaze to the half eaten curry bread between his long pale fingers.

"Fushi, we are friends. Even if you don't like it".

"I'm sorry", he spoke after a few seconds of icy silence, "...guess I'm not used to having friends".

Itadori accompanied him to his room. He went to grab some dinner, leaving Fushiguro alone to take a bath and change his clothes.

He came back with Kugisaki for dinner and he thanked them again for the cookies.

They ate chatting lively, mostly between Itadori and Kugisaki. He wasn't the type of speaking non stop, he just answered certain questions and took a sip of his ramen quietly.

"You look hella tired, Fushiguro. You should sleep, you look like shit", said Kugisaki grabbing her plate and chopsticks, getting ready to leave.

"See? I told you I looked like shit", he reminded Itadori, "Oh, thanks", he thanked Kugisaki when she grabbed his plate too.

"You never look like shit, shut up", Itadori growled annoyed cleaning all the dinner setting, "Come on, Kugisaki, let's go to wash this. Night!"

"Night, Fushiboy. Sleep tight".

"Good night", he was left alone in his room. He was confused, Itadori seemed annoyed at the end. He shrugged it off and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He looked at himself at the mirror, pale sick skin, dark eyebags and peach fuzz on his jaw. He forgot to shave while showering. He shaved, thinking absently of his last interactions with his classmates.

It didn't matter, they will leave someday anyway.

Knock knock. The door opened and closed. Itadori's footsteps were heavy on the floor. Fushiguro was getting ready to sleep.

"Can I spend the night here?", whispered the brown eyed boy with a pillow on his arms.

"This is not a nap".

"I know".

"... Fine '', he moved a little giving him space to get his pillow ready, both of them laying next to each other staring at the ceiling.

"This is hella weird", spoke Itadori chuckling.

"It was your idea, moron".

"Yep. Hug me?"

"Uh?"

"Do you wanna be the small spoon then?"

Blood rushed to Fushiguro's face. It was between friends, platonic cuddling, nothing more. He could do this, he could face this.

"I don't know", he admitted completely lost, playing with the fabric of his oversized shirt between his fingers.

He felt Itadori's against his side, snuggling softly, placing his head on his shoulder, arms around him, not pressing just being there. His heartbeat spiked and he tensed up.

"Tell me if your arm falls asleep", he mumbled softly, cheek pressed against his arm.

"Why did you insist on doing this? Don't you find it weird?"

"I just want my friend's cuddles. Is that bad?", he mumbled tiredly nuzzling against Fushiguro.

"You can cuddle with Kugisaki".

"But I want to do it with you", he pouted, "we are both boys and we need them more than her, she can cuddle with Panda or Maki senpai".

"You need the cuddles?", he asked, amused, Itadori sounded like a small child throwing a tantrum.

"Yes, I need the cuddles, I just want cuddles from you. You are super warm and big and you hug me just right", he yawned, "Fuck. I'm babbling nonsense", he went silent.

"Oh, it's only because Kugisaki it's small then".

"Yes, do you have a problem?"

"I didn't know you wanted to be the small spoon so bad".

"Shut up", he hid his face on the fabric of Fushiguro's shirt, Itadori was gluing himself more and more to his friend when they were speaking, now his plan succeeded and finally hugged him while laying on his side and the black haired one tensed up.

Fushiguro sighed, he gave up. They were now on this shit together, he needed to just go with the flow of things and sleep. He will forget this tomorrow.

Fushiguro woke up for a bathroom trip, an urgent one.

As his consciousness arrived, he found himself and Itadori completely tangled together.

"How?", it happened again. Itadori was squeezing him hard, face on his chest, drooling like there is no tomorrow, arms hugging him firmly by the waist, legs intertwined together. Fushiguro moved in his sleep to his side, having the other boy between his arms, one on his head and the other around his shoulders, he found himself with his chin on Itadori's head.

"I need to move", he moved the hand on Itadori's head, his hair was soft… "Focus", he scolded himself, mind still numb with all the fuzz and warmth of sleep. He tried to escape, but the strong arms of his classmate were firm. He blushed hard, feeling Itadori snuggling against his chest and pressing him more against him in his sleep.

"Nngh", the pink haired one was mumbling nonsense.

Fushiguro hitted him softly on the arm.

"Itadori, move. I need to go to the bathroom", he tried to sound casual, but his voice was trembling. It was the first time someone slept with him like this, he didn't know what to feel or expect.

Itadori rolled away, blinking his sleepy eyes.

"What?"

"Bathroom".

"Ok".

Fushiguro absconded and did his business. When he came back to the bed, Itadori was face down on the mattress. He lay down and covered himself with the blankets, laying on his side, back to Itadori. Then a strong pair of arms snaked from behind under and around him by his waist, feeling Itadori's breathing on his shoulder.

"I'm cold", he mumbled tiredly against the fabric of Fushiguro's shirt.

Fushiguro trembled, his skin full of goosebumps as the hoarse voice of Itadori was so close to his ear. He felt the other male reach for the blanket and cover both of them, then he resumed his sleeping as nothing happened.

The black haired boy's heart was pounding really hard and fast on his chest, he was scared that Itadori could hear it or even worse, feel it. His ribcage hurt, his ears were humming with a low buzzing sound, the skin on his nape (where Itadori's forehead was pressed) was burning, those strong arms were trapping him… so good. He groaned quietly, he liked this. He hated that he liked this so much. It was fine when they hugged earlier, but it was super nice feeling like this, he liked being the small spoon.

"Fuck my like, end meeee".

He wondered if suicide by shame was a thing.

Again.

It happened again.

He was in pure bliss, cozy and warmth everywhere. His brain was numb thanks to the relaxation. The best part?

The pretty waist he was hugging was so warm.

The slender upper body, flushed against his chest. Still the broad shoulders were almost of his size and he could snuzzle into his back easily.

The smell of the fruity shampoo Fushiguro used (thanks to Kugisaki), and he could smell in all its glory thanks to his nose being buried in his hair.

Fushiguro was warm and calm.

He wanted to be like this forever.

A little shame was present then. Itadori doubted he could live down if he got caught by awoken Fushiguro. A part of him didn't mind. It felt good, it helped him relax and it made him happier.

Then he wondered if he wasn't pushing himself onto his friend. He has said once no, but then he gave up and said yes to napping together. But his first answer was no.

Itadori felt like an asshole.

He wondered if being half curse was affecting him now, seeking pleasures he didn't think before.

He wondered if Fushiguro was just giving him what he wanted because he was afraid… of him.

No, no. Fushiguro wasn't afraid of him! He was better than that.

Carefully he untangled himself from the sleepy boy next to him, slow enough to don't wake him up. He sat there in the dim room (waiting for the sunshine of dawn) checking all their interactions together in his head.

Then his friend rolled over, like looking for something. He thought it was because he was feeling cold, so he covered him softly, then he petted his horrible bed hair.

The taller boy sighed contently. Itadori's hand ghosted over the delicate features, the back of his hand caressing the porcelain skin of his cheek. Fushiguro smiled softly in dreams.

Itadori's heart jumped. He could physically feel the blush in his cheeks and the funny feeling in his chest.

"What if I just like him more than I thought?", he wondered as the black haired one snuggled against his hand, "Cuteeeee. He is so cute I could die", he then realized, "I'm attracted to him…", he focused on his lips and wondered if he could kiss them one day, "yep, well shit. I'm attracted to him. But I like girls!", he thought about his past crushes and he was totally certain he liked girls too.

Maybe he liked both.

He was ok with that.

Fushiguro woke up, blinking his pretty eyes a few times. He didn't make a comment about Itadori's hand on his cheek, or the glee he saw when Itadori smiled at him saying

"Good morning, sleepy head!", and then he ruffled his hair.

He groaned in response, hitting his hand away.

"You are insufferable", he mumbled annoyed by the ray of sunshine he had besides him.

"Uh uh", he made a sound, resting his cheek against his shoulder, watching him, "Fushiguro", he called him while the awakening boy was rubbing his eyes, "Can I hug you?"

"You hugged me all night. Do you want more?"

"I want to hug you awake. Can I?"

Fushiguro watched his classmate, something dark passed in his eyes, and he wondered what could make Itadori worried like that. He was like an open book to him, he never failed to read his emotions… now he was worried about him.

"Itadori…"

The pink haired one didn't let him continue and glomped him to the bed, his torso crushing on his, arms snaking under him and placing itselves on his back and neck, the face of his classmate was on the junction of his shoulder and neck.

"...Are you ok?", he panicked for a second when he launched at him like that.

He was hugging so desperately, not saying a word.

"...Did you have a nightmare?", Fushiguro asked, worryness in his voice. Slender hands placed themselves on his back, softly.

Yes. Itadori had a nightmare awake, when he realized his feelings for the angry, lonely and gentle boy under him. When he knew he couldn't do anything about it. The final count until twenty fingers was on the horizon and with it, he will stop existing. He couldn't do anything about his execution.

He felt sadness about these unrequited feelings, the only thing he could think about was just to hug his crush, enjoy his company and retreat to heal his heart. Because he couldn't do it.

He won't let Fushiguro suffer because of him. He was a fool. He knew what to expect and he started making connections and relationships with wonderful people and his heart hurt.

Long fingers caressed his short hair, soft pats on his back.

"You are trembling", his heart jumped at the feeling of the caresses of the other boy, he closed his eyes with force, trying to calm himself, he didn't want to cry. Not now. Not like this. He pressed his face on the other boy's neck.

With this hug and intimate moment, Itadori wanted to close this chapter of the book to protect Fushiguro. He didn't want to be a nuisance to him.

He stopped hugging him, sitting on the bed, scratching his cheek nervous.

"Yeah! It was a horrible nightmare! Thank you! I was soooo scared!", he smiled at him, standing up, "Well, I need to shower before going to class, see you there", and he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Itadori didn't come back on the night to pass time with him.

Neither the next day, or the next day.

-o-o-

After the events in Saitama prefecture, the first class students were heading with their assistant to Tokyo. The whole team was injured on some level or other, Fushiguro was nursing a beautiful headache after draining his cursed energy in battle. He was so tired and he wanted to sleep. The backseat was uncomfortable and the road bumps were killing his head.

He glanced towards Itadori, who was checking his phone like nothing happened, one couldn't figure he went on a fight if he ignored his torn clothes and dried blood on his face.

Fushiguro decided he wanted to sleep and he wanted it to be comfortable. He let his head fall on his classmate's shoulder, he could sense how Itadori's body tensed up while he gulped.

"Lemme sleep", he slurred, closing his eyes and trying to relax, "my head still hurts so bad".

After a while, he couldn't sleep thanks to the lights on the streets, frowning and groaning a little. He was going to move until he felt Itadori's hand placing softly over his eyes, blocking the lights that were causing a major headache. Then Itadori's head fell against his, to secure him and prevent it from moving.

Warmth spreaded over the blue eyed boy, he sighed and let himself relax to get some sleep and relieve his headache.

-o-o-

Knock knock.

The door didn't open.

Knock knock.

"Come in!"

Itadori entered his room with a brown bag on his hands, he closed the door and left the bag on the table nearest to the door.

"Fushiguro! Hey! I baked some cookies… gingerbread cookies, to celebrate your dispatchment…", he scratched the back of his head, nervous, "I hope you like them. I'm going then. Please rest", he turned around.

"Itadori. Come here a sec, please", he was still recovering for some minor injuries, so he was in bed, reading.

The other boy looked uncomfortable, closing the door behind him. He stayed at a razonable distance from the bed, shuffling from one foot to another, clearly nervous.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Eh? No! What are you talking about?"

"You are avoiding me".

"You smell like a wet dog, it's only natural I don't want to be near you".

"So fucking mature, asshole".

"It's nothing! Really!"

"Then why did you stop coming to nap? I thought you liked it!", he blurted out and covered his mouth with one hand, blushing.

"It… was getting too intimate", Itadori mumbled looking to his feet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know".

"No, no. It was my fault in the first place. I don't want things to get weird between us".

"...Just to let you know… it was nice", he smiled softly, looking at his hands, "I… was wondering if you let me do it one more time to help me relax after all these injuries. If you don't want to, it's ok! I just ended the pain killer medication and I was wondering if I could use some good and natural serotonin and…"

"Ok, I'll do it".

"Really?"

"Of course! Everything for my friend!", he knew his smile wasn't reaching his eyes, but he tried anyway. Fushiguro was watching at him, piercing blue eyes trying to reveal his inner worries. "Tonight?"

"...Yeah", he heard him, in a soft voice almost trembling.

Itadori regretted his life choices. Avoiding his crush was exhausting, even more because he needed to be close to him in classes, training, cooking, missions, shopping for groceries, going out with Kugisaki, etc. He was always with him.

That day Kugisaki talked to him in private to know if they fought or something and Itadori couldn't lie. He told her everything. The naps and cuddlings and how it had affected his stupid hormonal brain. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with Fushiguro and he spilled his worryness about the future too.

Kugisaki held him through everything, both of them crying and then they went to eat crepes and sushi. Itadori was so lucky to have Kugisaki in his life.

"You should tell him. No regrets, ok? You need to get this out and find out his response. We know he is unreadable sometimes. If it doesn't work out, you and I will go to the most expensive sushi restaurant and will trick them to give us sake".

"You only wanna try the sake, don't lie to me".

"Shut up. Of course", she ruffled his spiky hair, "please stop hurting yourself like this. If you still are out of it and I get punched again I will end your pathetic life", she gripped his head firmly, eyes full of fury.

"Got it", he gulped nervously.

-o-o-

It was cold. The rooms were cold. Always cold. Maybe this cold was the cause Itadori searched for a warmer in the first place.

Fushiguro cleaned around. He even changed his bedsheets. He showered and brushed his teeth.

He felt like he was going to have a date.

"Silly, it's just cuddling with your classmate to produce more serotonin. Nothing else".

It wasn't like he enjoyed the warmth, that feeling of being secure, the pressure, the breathing, his hands… his chest…

He blushed hard. He couldn't control himself while being alone. Fushiguro thought about these new feelings.

A part of him didn't want them. It's just a waste of time in their type of work. For both ends. Plus he didn't know if Itadori, with his current condition, was even looking for a partner.

It's not like he cared anyways.

He didn't want a partner. People die very easily in their line of work. Hell, Itadori died and came back.

Those days were sad and gray.

But, when Itadori came back and they fell back in their old routine, the days were brighter and happier.

He smacked himself. No. No funny thoughts, no stupid feelings. No. Not now. Never.

Knock knock.

The door didn't open.

"Come in!", he shouted and rubbed his cheek, annoyed with himself.

"G'night!", greeted the pink haired boy, holding a pillow and a blanket, "Ready to sleep?"

"Yes. I'll just use the bathroom real quick. Get comfortable", he disappeared into the bathroom, washing his face and examining it if he looked still red. Thankfully it wasn't the case.

He sighed and gave himself a last scolding. He exited the bathroom to found Itadori in his usual side of the bed, wrapped up in his blanket and resting comfortable against the pillow, using his phone to pass time.

"Fuck, I forgot my earphones…", he mumbled and groaned, "I don't wanna moooove", he noted Fushiguro was approaching the bed, "Oh, Fushiguro, do you have earphones?"

"Oh? Yeah, do you want them?"

"Please! i just want to check a couple videos before sleeping".

Fushiguro looked around his drawers until he found his red earphones and handed them to Itadori.

"Wow! These are super expensive, dude!"

"Gojou gave them to me last year for my birthday".

"Oh? So you know professor Gojou from way before?"

Fushiguro looked a bit uncomfortable, he scratched his head.

"Yeah, for a long time actually".

"Oh! That's so cool! And he even gives you this kind of presents! He has to earn a lot of money! Oh! When it's your birthday?", he was energetic as always, rambling about everything and nothing.

"In December", he didn't want to answer but he did anyway.

"Aw man, three months 'till your birthday".

"You?"

"Me? Oh! In march!", he grinned proudly.

"Hell no, are you older than me? Tell me your birth year".

Fushiguro groaned in frustration to know Itadori was older than him for nine months and he despised him. Itadori was delighted.

"I can't believe you are the baby in the group! I have to tell Kigusaki about this!", he grabbed his phone.

"Don't you dare!", he smacked his hands and glared at him, "I have enough bullying for today!"

"I'm not bullying you! It's adorable since you are the tallest of the group and the most experienced!"

"I'm taller than you for like two centimeters, Itadori, shut up", he sat on the bed, Itadori was still grinning to himself, he put the headphones on and watched his videos.

Fushiguro sighed and accommodated himself in his side of the bed, adjusting his blanket and pillow and finding a good position to rest. He was tired and anxious, the heat emanating from his classmate's body was nice.

He felt when Itadori finished, taking the headphones off and putting them on the nearest surface.

"Do you need to wake up early tomorrow?"

"Mm? No… not at all".

"Ok", he configured his alarm and placed his phone on the floor.

They were watching the ceiling again. Awkwardness started again. This was a bad idea.

"Are you gonna cuddle or not?", Fushiguro couldn't tell if Itadori was annoyed.

Soft spiky hair tickled Itadori in the shoulder, as his classmate snuggled against him. His body was at a reasonable distance, the only part in contact with him was the head. Still, Fushiguro could hear how Itadori gulped and felt how he tensed as he made contact.

Fushiguro sighed softly, he was being extremely selfish with this. It felt good, why was it bad?

"Please hold me", he found himself mumbling tiredly as he laid on his side, facing Itadori. Big chocolate eyes watching him with a dust of red over his cheeks, "we can keep this as a secret… but I found I can't rest if you are not here, touching me… I'm sorry if this sounds weird".

"No, no. It's not weird at all. Actually I kinda feel the same but I thought you won't want it".

"It is intimate".

"Yeah".

A hesitant hand was placed on Itadori's shoulder.

"It 's scary".

Itadori made a noise of agreement as he shifted to his side and hugged Fushiguro, burying his nose on the soft black strands, pressing his face against it. Fushiguro's hand snaked around the other's back, hugging back.

Megumi Fushiguro didn't know that part of himself that craved the touch, as an itch under the skin, a thirst that the most fresh water couldn't end. He was scared of how much he needed his friend's touch, to feel his hands on him, his heat, his breath, his weight, his voice…

Itadori's hands caressed his hair and back in slow motions and he practically melted against him, a soft gasp emitted from his lips as Itadori pressed him more against his body. When his classmate's hands massaged his nape, he lost it, he clawed Itadori's back and instead of pushing him away he hugged him more firmly.

Fushiguro's reactions were so cute. He could feel him trembling with each innocent touch of his fingertips. Slender fingers were pressing his back deliciously and he found bliss at how the black haired boy was clinging to him.

Warmth spread through his chest, just where Fushiguro's chest was against his. He felt the other one tangling their legs, to be more closer.

Closer.

Closer.

He felt lips against the skin of his neck, opening and gasping with each sinful touch on his sides and nape.

He wanted more.

More.

More.

He grabbed his chin delicately and pressed his face against the side of the head of his friend.

He couldn't kiss him directly, but that touch satisfied him.

"You are always doing that…", he heard his friend, who sounded almost out of breath, desire pooling in his belly, "Why do you do that?"

Itadori thought a little,to tell a lie or the truth, which one hurt less?

Both hurt.

"Mm 'cuz I kinda wanna kiss you but I don't want this to be more gay".

Fushiguro pushed him a little, watching him with his big pretty eyes almost in shock.

Then he laughed.

He laughed hard, so hard he needed to take space to clutch his stomach that was hurting so much.

It was music for his ears. Fushiguro's laugh was rare and precious. Itadori blushed hard and got defensive.

"Well I'm sorry! Ok!? Geez, I shouldn't have told you anything!"

"Oh man", he giggled some more, cleaning a treacherous tear from the corner of his eye, "we are practically feeling each other and you are worried if a kiss could make this more gay".

Itadori beamed red.

"THIS ISN'T GAY! WE ARE JUST HUGGING!"

"... I almost moaned", he mumbled looking away, the tip of his ear coloring red.

They fell in an awkward silence, not looking at each other.

"I need to go", Itadori spoke first sitting up.

"Wait!", Fushiguro grabbed his wrist, "Ok fine. I'm sorry, it wasn't gay, we are just hugging. It's my fault for being so needy. Please forgive me. I don't want things weird between us".

"WhatifIwantittobeweird?!", he said, closing his eyes, a furious blush spreading over his face.

Silence.

He didn't dare to open his eyes. He was scared. He needed to leave. Run. Disappear.

The grip on his wrist was still there. Fushiguro squeezed his wrist a little.

"It will be a painful path to walk for both of us".

Itadori opened his eyes, watching his crush looking at him with a sad smile, his pale cheeks colored slightly like a cherry.

"Itadori…", he spoke but Itadori didn't let him, trapping him in his arms, the force of the jump made Fushiguro gasp as he fell backwards on the bed, receiving the full weight crush of Itadori, who was on top of him, clinging to him.

Fushiguro patted his head, as the energetic boy was nuzzling his face on his neck and clavicles.

"I know! I know what it takes! I'm so scared to hurt you…", he hiccuped a little, Fushiguro kept caressing his hair and back with those touches he adored.

"I think I chose this at the moment I pleaded to save your life", Fushiguro patted him softly, "If you want, we can keep doing this, no labels, no attachments. We are just two guys in a dangerous profession and circumstances that comfort each other. No pressure, ok?"

"...Are you ok with this?", Itadori raised his head to watch him.

Fushiguro cupped his face with both hands.

"I need it. I need you".

He didn't wait, he shifted a little, destroying the distance between them. Itadori finally (finally) capturing Fushiguro's pretty lips with his own. He finally tasted those sinful lips he dreamt of.

They were soft and warm.

Fushiguro gasped and Itadori didn't stop. He took and took, licked and licked, pressed and pressed until they were breathless and needed air. He pressed his forehead against Fushiguro's, regulating his breathing.

He studied him. The long and thick eyelashes, those perfect turquoise eyes full of hunger (hunger for him!), pointy nose adorned with a small blush, those cute abused lips.

He wanted to drown on him.

"You are insufferable", Fushiguro whined, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand.

Itadori grinned.

-o-o-

They switched rooms to sleep.

Their agreement was easy. Sleep together, cuddle together, kiss each other when they need it, and over all: touch each other.

It wasn't even sexual.

Touches on the forearms, cheeks, just being at each other side was enough.

When they felt like it, hands could sneak a little under the shirts and explore a little.

When they needed it, they could embrace each other in a blanket fort and kiss, kiss, kiss.

Kiss until their lips hurt. Until their mouths went dry and their lips get chapped.

Touches in hair, ears, sides. Fingertips dancing above and under the fabrics.

Until one day… it wasn't enough.

They were watching a show cuddled together until Itadori started their little game.

Airy gasps were heard in Itadori's room late at night.

Lately, Itadori started almost everything.

Kisses were exchanged above the plane of his clothed chest, as the spine of Fushiguro bended in a bow, giving him more space to attack. His hands were secured at the pretty waist, squeezing just right to have the black haired boy trembling.

Fingers played with the hem of the oversized shirt he wore to sleep and snaked slowly upwards his abdomen and torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the porcelain skin. He was riling up the other's shirt to see and admire his ethereal beauty.

He couldn't get enough.

"It's cold", his crush said, mouth covered by an arm, he could note the beautiful blush that was covering his face.

"Not for long", he mumbled, lowering himself to Fushiguro's exposed skin, peppering it with wet kisses, taking his time to worship every inch of creamy skin.

Itadori learned not long ago that Fushiguro moans were high pitched, he sounded so different from his usual low voice.

Nails dug down onto his back and nape followed by a feral hiss as he took a nipple on his mouth, sucking and licking it with his tongue, enjoying himself a lot.

"Nghh! Ah! P-please!", the black haired boy trembled, hugging him hard, he even opened his legs to secure them around the other's waist, "Don't stop!", Fushiguro grabbed his face with force and crashed their lips together, both moaning at the feel of Itadori's hips grinding down.

Without stopping the kiss, Fushiguro grabbed the hem of Itadori's sweatshirt and in a flush movement he took it off, sighing at the feel of skin against skin, the feel of hard muscles and strong hands grabbing his own above his head, pinning him to the bed.

It was too much. Too much.

Itadori kissed him all above his face, taking time on planting sweet kisses on his eyelashes and nose. He bit his earlobe and his brain melted with the sinful noises Fushiguro was making. Itadori grinded down with a moan right by his ear and his pulse skyrocketed hard.

More pressure. More friction. More. More. More.

Itadori freed his hands to grab his waist and slam his hips more forcefully. Fushiguro didn't wait, he ran his hands over the other's hair and back, caressing his sides until they reached his butt and pressed down, moans and curses filled the room.

More pleasure. More Itadori. More Yuuji.

They both reached their climax grinding their excitement in a delirious deep pace of hips, kissing hard, biting lips, hands tangled around necks, hair, arms, everywhere.

As if they were lovers.

Fushiguro tried to regain his normal breathing, panting hard. Itadori was on top of him, trying to do the same, his face buried on his neck, he could feel his pink hairs on his jaw.

"That totally didn't happen… no fucking way".

When he felt soft kisses on his jaw, looking for his lips again, he knew he was screwed.

Itadori looked wrecked. Fushiguro got slightly annoyed that he looked so satisfied, the furious blush competing with his pink hair was cute.

Itadori was cute. He was handsome. He was perfect. Fushiguro's heart jumped on his ribcage.

"I adore you", Itadori said as he dipped again for a kiss.

The black haired boy answered eagerly. He needed more, more, more. Tongues caressing each other as their hands roamed their bodies, giving them reassuring touches.

"Itadori…", he gasped against his lips, cupping his face, giving him a peck on the lips, "more".

"What do you want?", he nuzzled against his hands.

"Touch me more".

-o-o-

It was sexual.

Their relationship morphed into carnal desire, after they crossed that line they couldn't go back.

In public, the most they could do was soft touches on the shoulders or arms, always looking for each other, watching their backs in battle.

In private, clothes flew, hungry kisses were exchanged and the touches were desperate.

They started slow, clothes on, dry humping each other, taking chances in different positions, finding what they enjoyed most.

The touches above fabric transformed on soft handjobs, knowing the most intimate part of each body, their likings and where their brains succumbed into ecstasy.

They explored their bodies from head to toe, marking with hickeys the most scandalous places, bite marks stinging in the most soft flesh.

The first time Fushiguro used his fingers on Itadori he loved the sounds and the expressions he made. Bringing him to completion after a good time finding his sweet spot.

The first time Itadori used his fingers on Fushiguro he couldn't contain his excitement about feeling, watching and hearing him that he finished untouched even before his partner. Fushiguro teased him to no end after that.

"I love you", the blue eyed boy said one day after months and months of this non- labeled relationship, they were cuddling on Fushiguro's room on a rainy day.

Itadori squeezed him tight, kissing his cheek.

"I love you too", he whispered against his lips, claiming them in a soft kiss.

"Are you sure?", Fushiguro said hesitantly, rubbing Itadori's left side as he worked three fingers on him.

He arched into the bed, loving the feeling of the slender fingers stretching him out so nicely. He nodded. He wanted him, he wanted him in the most intimate way possible, he wanted it inside.

"Please… do it. I'm gonna go crazy", he panted.

"...Uhm. How can we do it? On fours?", he rubbed Itadori's navel softly, leaving the trail of his touches full of goosebumps.

"No. I want to see your face, I want to kiss you", he babbled, covering his face when a spike of pleasure made his body tremble, leaving him panting.

"Ok. Ok'', he took his fingers out softly, leaving the pink haired boy whining.

Itadori could hear when Fushiguro ripped the foil package of the condom. How they got the lube and preservatives was embarrassing enough to remember right now.

He took a deep breath when he felt his lover shifting a little, finding a good position to place their legs.

"Face to face, then. Kinky".

"Shut up!", he groaned, blushing hard.

"Tell me to stop if you don't like it", Fushiguro grabbed one of his hands kissing his fingertips, "Love you".

He pressed into him, both groaning. Itadori's hands placed on the other's shoulders, digging his nails. Fushiguro moaned, and he was grabbed by the nape to kiss the one under him.

Itadori gasped against his mouth when they were fully connected. He trembled and sobbed. The stretch was too much.

Fushiguro peppered kisses all over his face, over the marks of the extra eyes, his eyebrows, his eyelashes, his nose.

"I love you, Yuuji".

"Megumi… Megumi… Megumi!", he called his name as a mantra as they started moving his hips slowly.

Fushiguro drank all his gasps and moans. He marked his neck with desperate love bites and hickeys, everything passing so fast and so slow.

Fushiguro was all over him, inside and outside, making him his. As they should be.

The snap of their hips made the bed to rock a little. The pacing was becoming erratic just when Itadori almost screamed as his lover found his prostate and he rammed against it over and over again.

He climaxed in a broken moan that was cut by Fushiguro's lips. Licking and biting hard, making the other gasp for air. He finished after a couple of thrusts that made the other boy tremble thanks to the over sensitivity.

Fushiguri flopped down on him, tired as hell. Itadori hugged him tight, petting his hair.

"I love you too, Megumi".

Fushiguro shifted his head to kiss his jaw and snuzzle contently against him.

"Next time I wanna be the bottom", Fushiguro mumbled, yawning.

"Fine. Fine. Come on, we need to clean ourselves".

"One more minute please", he held him tight, enjoying all the scents and sensations.

Itadori's hand pet his hair again. Smiling at him softly.

Maybe their future could be bright. Maybe. He wanted this to last forever.

But for now, he could only hope about touching him everyday.