Fushiguro Is Mean (But Yuuji Likes Him Anyway)

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/31251539.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji & Zenin Maki, Itadori Yuuji
& Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna
Character: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Inumaki
Toge
Additional Tags: First Kiss, Dare, Itadori Yuuji's Very Obvious Crush, FushiIta
Language: English
Collections: FushiIta Masterlist
Stats: Published: 2021-05-12 Words: 2,573 Chapters: 1/1

Fushiguro Is Mean (But Yuuji Likes Him Anyway)

by Mikazuki_Mitsukai

Summary

"What dare?" Yuuji asked, his face displaying clear annoyance.

Maki-senpai's grin was positively devilish.

"Come up to Megumi, act cute, and ask him to give you a kiss."

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

It started as a dare.

Maki-senpai thought it hilarious to play ("Help, Yuuji-kun. I'm helping-") with Yuuji's stupid,
completely accidental confession a few days ago which shall not be revisited nor remembered ever
again, thank you very much. The senior, obviously thinking that it's a great opportunity to play
matchmaker, had roped them into a game of truth or dare. By them, it meant Maki-senpai herself,
Kugisaki, Panda-senpai, Inumaki-senpai, Okkotsu-senpai, and Yuuji himself. Maki-senpai didn’t
even bother pretending that the whole thing wasn’t a scheme against Yuuji’s sanity. The cheating
woman ("Hey!") even sneered and scoffed derisively when Yuuji said, "Truth!" because he’s smart
like that.

"Coward," she mocked.

Yuuji gave her the middle finger. Zen'in Maki's strength is feared by everyone but him, her equal.
Though he'd still be feeling the punishment later, probably paying for his insubordination with
cleaning all of Senpai's cursed tools until they're sparkling new and then resign himself to be her
pack mule for the weekend. Yuuji thinks she'd spent too much time with Kugisaki.

Nevertheless, Itadori Yuuji was not stupid enough to fall for her ploy. He also didn't have an ego
the size of Saturn. Getting mocked for being "weak" or "cowardly" doesn't faze Yuuji. So, Itadori
Yuuji stood fast on his choice to tell Truth and only The Truth.

Until Okkotsu-senpai chimed in, that is.

"You can give the dare to someone else, then, Maki-san."

"Yeah, you're right," Maki-senpai sighed dramatically. "Since Itadori doesn't want to, after all."

Tch. Fine.

"What dare?" Yuuji asked, his face displaying clear annoyance.

Maki-senpai's grin was positively devilish.

"Come up to Megumi, act cute, and ask him to give you a kiss."

...

"There's no way Fushiguro will go along with that," Yuuji nodded determinedly. Fushiguro would
probably hit the person who did that to him. Well, he'd hit Yuuji, but scold everyone else.

Yuuji frowned.

Hold on a minute. That's so unfair! Why was Fushiguro mean only to him?

Yuuji's attention was pulled back into the conversation when Inumaki-senpai started to speak.

"Shake. Konbu."

"Inumaki will make sure Megumi goes along with our little event," Maki-senpai declared with an
excited grin.

Inumaki-senpai nodded solemnly, but Yuuji now knew him enough to notice the mischievous
twinkle in his eyes.

Yuuji gulped.

Aaaaah, shit.

And that was how Itadori took Zen'in Maki's obvious bait. It's also why he's stalking Fushiguro
from behind the kitchen door, where the black-haired boy was currently sitting down to read. Just a
little bit longer, and Fushiguro would notice his presence lingering like a twitchy, confused ghost
nearby.

Yuuji was nervous. This wasn't how he envisioned his confession would go. Scratch that, this
wasn't how envisioned how Fushiguro would find out about his feelings. Cause Fushiguro wasn't
supposed to find out about it. At all!

But Yuuji also wasn't about to torture himself with the knowledge that Fushiguro kissed someone
else when it could've been him. It's why he took the dare. But it didn't mean he's happy about it.

Yuuji was actually terrified of being rejected. And cruelly, at that. Inumaki-senpai might promise
to make Fushiguro cooperate... But after that... After that, Yuuji would have to deal with
Fushiguro's fury himself. Or, worse, his indifference...

AUGH! THIS IS BOUND TO END IN HEARTBREAK AND YUUJI'S NOT PREPARED!

His ice cream stock was empty and Sukuna, the bastard, ate the last of Yuuji's chocolate bar!
Kugisaki also hasn't finished piling the drama recommendation she promised a week ago. How
was a boy supposed to deal with rejection without these essentials???

The pink-haired boy was so busy mulling over his disastrous cry-fest supply (or, more accurately,
the lack of it) that he almost missed the annoyed "Tch" coming from the source of his anxiety.

What was that?

Fushiguro closed his book with a soft thud.

"If you're not going to come in, then don't hover behind the door. You're blocking the way."

Yuuji pouted. So rude! Why was he crushing on this asshole again?

Because you’re a dumbass with bad taste, Sukuna cackled in his mind.

Sometimes, Yuuji wondered if spraying Sukuna with pesticide will help him stop being such a
pest.

Oh, you will pay for this insolence, Sukuna growled darkly. I may tolerate your misbehavior, but
that does not mean you can act as you plea-

"Itadori!"

Fushiguro's snap snapped Yuuji's attention back to the physical world. He blinked twice quickly,
trying to dispel the desire to quarrel with Sukuna.

With a sheepish grin now in place, he stepped inside and greeted Fushiguro's unamused face with a
cheerful "Yo!"

"Don't "Yo" me," Fushiguro frowned. "What was that? Is Sukuna acting up again?"

You dare speak of me as I’m a dog???

You act like one, Yuuji stuck his tongue out inwardly before pushing Sukuna's voice to the back of
his mind. He's now a pro at ignoring the curses and threats.

"Nah," he answered Fushiguro. "No more than usual!"

Fushiguro looked unconvinced.

"Then why were you hovering outside the door?"

"Hmmm," What to say? "I was thinking?"

Technically, it wasn't a lie.

Fushiguro closed his eyes and gestured for Yuuji to approach. Uh oh... Something was going to
happen...

AND YUUJI WAS RIGHT! When he got within arm's reach, Fushiguro stood up and flicked Yuuji
in between his eyes. HARD!

"Owie!”

MEAN! MEAN! MEAN!

"Since when do you think?"

Screw it. Yuuji did not have a crush on Fushiguro Megumi! He glared at the taller boy with teary
eyes. If there’s a confession Fushiguro's getting, it’s this:

"Fushiguro is mean!"

The ass had the nerve to chuckle.

"Am I?"

"Don't pretend like you're not," at least to Yuuji cause he the one who Fushiguro was mean to!

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Fushiguro smirked. Yuuji's heart was enraged at how unfairly attractive it
was. And how it made his knees weak. "How can I make it up to you, Itadori?"

Well...

Yuuji not accidentally glanced up at Fushiguro's lips... and was reminded of the dare. Whoops.
Almost forgot his objective there... An enormously embarrassing one. But a dare's a dare, after all.
And Yuuji was no quitter.

"Kiss," Yuuji mumbled, eyes glancing sideways as he hadn't the guts to look at Fushiguro properly.
Fuck, his face felt so hot.

"Hmm? What was that?" Fushiguro's voice sounded amused.

HE HEARD YUUJI THE FIRST TIME! WHAT AN ASS!

"Ugh, kiss!" Yuuji snapped, finally looking at Fushiguro's face, but not his eyes.

"You want a kiss?" Fushiguro teased, obviously enjoying Yuuji's embarrassment. Yuuji half-hoped
Inumaki-senpai hadn't told Fushiguro about the dare instead. Then Yuuji would've been spared this
torture!

"I'm not saying it again!" Yuuji groused, trying very hard not to stomp his foot like a toddler. He
already asked twice!

Now, Fushiguro barked a laugh. A very attractive laugh, but after this is all over, Yuuji would lock
himself in his room and not come out until his execution day comes. The higher-ups can go look
for Sukuna's fingers themselves cause the world is never seeing his face again!

"Yes. I'm sorry," Fushiguro's laugh finally stopped. Then, he grabbed Yuuji's arms and pulled him
close. Until there's almost no gap between them.
Yuuji's now looking into those beautiful green eyes that's like Maki-senpai's but deeper. More
intense. Oh, Yuuji loved those eyes. He’s spent a lot of time sneaking glances at them and
fantasizing what it’s going to be like to see them from up close. And now that he had the chance,
Yuuji found himself unable to look away. They’re pulling Yuuji's whole focus, like a bunny drawn
in by a predator's lure.

The stupid bunny was expecting a kiss to the lips. The first and probably the only kiss he'd ever get
in his life.

The stupid bunny didn't expect a peck to his forehead instead.

"Eh?"

"Hmm?"

The asshole predator, who looked too obviously be enjoying toying with his meal, pretended that
nothing was wrong.

Nope. No way. If this was Yuuji's first and last kiss, he's getting it right!

"Fushiguroooo," Yuuji whined, tugging at the taller boy's shirt. "Give me a proper kiss!"

"But you only said kiss, not where or how."

"Fushiguro," Yuuji's fed up with him. "Proper. Kiss."

The Guy Yuuji Definitely Doesn't Crush On Anymore laughed again, this time while pressing his
mouth against Yuuji's temple so the pink-haired boy received a High-Quality version of that
beautiful tinkling sound. His hold on Yuuji also tightened, pulling the shorter boy close so there's
no gap separating them anymore.

Yuuji gasped softly, muffled against the collar of Fushiguro’s uniform.

Feeling a bit awkward, Yuuji rested his hands on Fushiguro's chest, not knowing if he should hug
the other boy or do something else with them.

Fushiguro’s so warm… his stupid traitorous heart noted. It also unnecessarily told Yuuji that it's
going doki doki at the realization of how much Fushiguro laughed in the past hour. Much more
than the whole time Yuuji's known him combined.

Yuuji might or might not blush harder at that. He also may or may not press closer to enjoy the
closeness and moment and how good Fushiguro's arms felt around his shoulders. But he did wait
for Fushiguro to pull himself together. For the black-haired boy to pull away slightly, just enough
so Fushiguro could peer down into Yuuji's eyes.

"A proper kiss it is, then," he said before finally pressing his lips chastely, slowly, to Yuuji's.

Yuuji's first kiss...

Oh.

Fushiguro's lips were soft...

The boy's brain was already short-circuiting, but fushiguro apparently wasn't finished. The taller
boy didn't pull away too far after the kiss. Only a hair's breadth away, and only for a moment to let
Yuuji make sense of what's happening. Then he pressed their lips together again. Harder this time,
but just as slow. Coaxing Yuuji's lips to move with him. Against him. Helping Yuuji getting used
to his rhythm before he cupped the back of Yuuji's head, supporting and tilting it back a little for a
better angle.

Then Fushiguro pulled Yuuji's lower lip between his and sucked.

"Ngggh-"

Yuuji's surprised whine was sudden and unrestrained. And it apparently encouraged Fushiguro or
something, because his kisses started growing more frantic. More forceful. More heated in a way
that made Yuuji clutch Fushiguro's shoulders hard, fumbling for purchase in an attempt to steady
himself.

Then -he never noticed them moving- the back of his thighs hit the edge of the dining table.
Causing Yuuji to gasp.

Fushiguro didn't hesitate. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Yuuji's mouth and
locked their lips in a one-sided battle where Yuuji's bound to lose. And he lost quite happily.

Yuuji's moans were swallowed by Fushiguro. He himself would be unable to stifle them without
the raven head's help. Too busy soaking in the feeling of someone else's tongue dancing against
his. Sensually, in a way he's never felt before. And the feeling of his own being pulled into
someone else's mouth. The delicious feel of having it sucked.

That one caused Yuuji's knees to collapse. But Fushiguro, quick as he was, merely lifted him unto
the table. He spread Yuuji's legs apart, making way for Fushiguro to step in between them and then
have them wrapped around his waist. All without letting up the kiss.

Their position emboldened Fushiguro. His hands started wandering. Down Yuuji's back. Along
Yuuji's thighs. Squeezing and testing their firmness. Up to his arms and his neck, and back to
cupping the base of Yuuji's skull.

Yuuji loved every touch. Loved them almost as much as the kisses. Tried to give back the feeling
as best as he could, by running his hands across Fushiguro's shoulders. Along his back, where he
couldn't help but dig his fingers into when Fushiguro did something particularly clever with his
mouth. Up Fushiguro's neck and into the spiky hair he's always wanted to touch.

Yuuji would've let Fushiguro do anything and everything to him right then and there. It felt too
good not to. Felt too safe not to trust himself into Fushiguro's hands.

But Fushiguro finally stopped, pulling back slightly to look into Yuuji's dazed, kissed stupid eyes.

He immediately leaned back in for a quick, deep kiss.

"Can't help myself," Fushiguro said afterward as he licked off the trail of saliva connecting their
lips. Yuuji found the action very very hot. "You look like you're begging to be kissed."

"I am," Yuuji chirped eagerly before he could help himself.

Fushiguro froze. Stared. Then snorted.

"Of course you are." he gave Yuuji a quick peck. "There. Will that satisfy you for the time being?"

No, Yuuji would like some more but -he caught sight of the clock on the far wall- it's almost time
to make dinner. People will be coming into the kitchen, and they won't have time to be alone. Oh,
and Yuuji's cooking tonight!

So, the pink-haired boy wilted like an unwatered houseplant but still nodded in affirmative, albeit a
little hesitantly. "Don't look so dejected," Fushiguro advised smugly as he helped Yuuji and his
wobbly legs get off the table.

Yuuji pouted.

"You look so perky for someone who just kissed me because of a dare," Yuuji shot back, wanting
to tease back as revenge. Too bad for him, Fushiguro only became smugger.

"I only agreed to it because it was you."

Eh?

"Eh?"

"Especially with the details," Fushiguro said nonchalantly as he sauntered towards the cabinets,
pulling out bowls and chopping blocks. "What was it? Come up to me, act cute, then ask me to kiss
you?"

Oh god, somebody please kill Yuuji now. Where were those people who want his life when he
needs them?

"How can I say no to that?"

Fushiguro had finished spreading the things he took out on the table, and now standing against the
counter with his arms crossed. His face was as impassive as ever, but there's a new thing Yuuji
noticed. His eyes that were trained on Yuuji were... different. Darker.

Hungrier.

A shiver traveled down Yuuji’s spine when that starving gaze rested on Yuuji’s lips.

Guess there’s no need to confess now, he thought, half in amazement at the realization that
Fushiguro wants him, and half in embarrassment because that stare was making the air felt hot all
of a sudden!

In an attempt to distract himself from Fushiguro's gaze, Yuuji marched towards the fridge.

"I-I didn't even act c-cute!" he stuttered loudly along the way. Behind him, Fushiguro scoffed.

"Didn't act cute, he said," the other boy mumbled to himself. The black-haired boy detached
himself from the counter. He strode up to Yuuji, trapping the pinky between his taller body and the
fridge door.

Fushiguro stood very close. Close enough to kiss. Yuuji actually thought he'd get another one of
those for a hot second, but Fushiguro surprisingly took one of his cheeks in hand and fucking
pinched it.

"Aaaaaaa owie owie owie!!!"

"Didn't act cute, he said," Fushiguro tsk-ed annoyedly, this time at Yuuji.

Then the asshole let go of Yuuji's abused cheek. "FUSHIGURO, YOU MEANIE!"
 "Itadori," Fushiguro suddenly cupped Yuuji's face in his hands, looking very serious all of a
sudden. "You're an oblivious little shit, so I'll tell you clearly." They were so close that Fushiguro
was all Yuuji could see. "Promise to never make this kind of face for anyone but me!"

“Eeeeh?"

What kind of weird demand is that?

"Stop acting cute for other people!"

"I'M NOT CUTE!"

"ARGH! JUST PROMISE ME!"

End Notes

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