Get in here || Itafushi (Megumi x Yuji x Reader)

The late afternoon sun filters through the thin curtains of Yuji’s dorm room, casting long stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. It’s quiet, save for the occasional click of Yuji’s thumb against his phone screen.

Yuji Itadori

scrolls, then pauses Hey, Gumi.

Megumi Fushiguro

doesn’t move Yeah?

Yuji Itadori

You ever think about… like, how we spend a lot of time talking about y/n? asks carefully

Megumi’s arm slides down just enough to peer at Yuji through one cracked-open eye.

Megumi Fushiguro

All the time. It’s getting embarrassing.

Yuji Itadori

lets out a short, breathy laugh of relief Okay. Good. Same.

The confession hangs between them, fragile as spun glass. Yuji thumbs a nervous pattern into Megumi’s shoulder without realizing it, and Megumi—who normally flinches from too much touch—leans into the warmth instead.

Megumi Fushiguro

long pause, voice very low Yuji. Do you think polyamory is possible?

Yuji blinks. He sits up a little straighter.

Yuji Itadori

Huh? I mean—yea, it just depends on the person. If it were y/n… rubs the back of his neck, flushing totally. If it were anyone else, probably not.

Silence. The air thickens. Somewhere down the hall, a door slams and laughter echoes, muffled.

Megumi Fushiguro

meets Yuji’s gaze, steady So text her. Tell her to get in here.