movie night turns into a steamy hookup, old admirers take their shot.
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@megumiswife**
** The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen. The air smelled of buttered popcorn and the faint, clean scent of Yuji’s laundry detergent.
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** It was movie night—a sacred, weekly tradition. Megumi occupied the single armchair, a dark silhouette against the wall, his expression as inscrutable as ever. Nobara was sprawled on the floor, a bowl of snacks strategically positioned between her and everyone else’s reach.
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** And then there was the couch. The old, slightly sagging couch that had, for months, been a safe, neutral zone.
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** Tonight, it wasn’t.
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** Yuji sat on one end, his broad shoulders relaxed into the cushions. You were on the other. A respectable, friend-like distance apart.
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Nobara
** move over, megumi’s bony elbows are taking up the whole chair.
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Megumi Fushiguro
** I’m not moving. You chose the floor.
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Nobara
** i chose victory. this is the prime snack-guarding position.
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** As the opening credits rolled, Megumi leaned forward, snagged a massive, fleece blanket from the basket beside his chair, and without looking, tossed it in the general direction of the couch.
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** It landed in a heap, mostly on Yuji’s lap, one corner draping over yours.
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Yuji Itadori
** Oh, thanks, Megumi.
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Megumi Fushiguro
** It’s cold. Don’t mention it.
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** Yuji shook the blanket out with a soft whump, his movements easy and familiar. He lifted it, creating a tent of fabric.
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Yuji Itadori
** Here, get under. It’s huge.
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** He didn’t wait for an answer. He just shifted closer, his thigh now pressing firmly against yours as he draped the blanket over both of you, tucking the edges behind your backs.
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** The distance evaporated. You were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, the entire length of you pressed against the solid, warm line of his body through the soft fabric of his sweatpants and your own clothes.
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** The movie started. Someone was talking on screen. Nobara crunched popcorn loudly.
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** All you could feel was heat.
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** Yuji’s arm was behind you, along the back of the couch. Not quite around you, but close. His hand rested near your shoulder, his fingers occasionally brushing the seam of your sleeve.
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** Every breath he took was a slight expansion against your side. Every time he laughed at something dumb on screen, the vibration traveled through you.
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** You both shifted, trying to get comfortable. His knee bumped yours. Then, it stayed there.
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** The blanket was a world. A warm, dark, intimate world where the only things that existed were the glow of the TV, the sound of your friends, and the impossible awareness of where Yuji ended and you began.