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Fushiguro couldn’t fucking believe this was happening.
He had had a lot on his mind that day. Itadori had done something particularly stupid on one of their missions and it had almost gotten him killed. This wasn’t unusual of course, but still. Fushiguro really couldn’t decide whether he had wanted to strangle Itadori out of frustration or to kiss him out of relief when he had ambled clumsily out of the forest with a deep cut across his cheek and a limp when he walked. He had exorcised a grade 1 curse by himself when Fushiguro had specifically told him to wait for him to arrive.
The absolute idiot.
So it was safe to say that Fushiguro had been feeling a little hot-headed that day and had not been thinking clearly, which ultimately led them to the situation they were in right now.
Itadori was leaning against a tree, munching on an apple with a large Band-Aid taped to his cheek, pant leg rolled up to accommodate for the large cast that was healing his fractured shin bone. Fushiguro had agreed to go on the walk with him because he had wanted to make sure Itadori didn’t do anything stupid to worsen his condition, he had not been planning to reveal his inner-most embarrassing secret to Itadori at a time like this but apparently, he couldn't control everything.
He had told Itadori to be careful with his leg as he sat down and the latter had laughed it off, saying something about how it didn’t hurt.
“It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t hurt, you really are an idiot sometimes,” Fushiguro had grumbled, sitting down next to Itadori.
“That’s why I have you to take care of me, Fushiguro!” Itadori teased, nose scrunching as he wiggled his eyebrows annoyingly at him. Fushiguro really wished he would stop being so cute.
“Whatever. But if you don't listen to me like that again and get hurt, I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Naaahhh. You like me too much to kill me,” Itadori said before taking a bite of his apple.
Fushiguro actually smiled a little at that. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
Itadori paused mid-bite. “Wait what?”
“What?”
“I’ve never heard you say anything … cute before. That was weird.”
Fushiguro’s cheeks dusted with a light blush. “It wasn't cute, I just meant -”
“Are you blushing? Jesus Fushiguro, anyone watching would think you have a crush on me or something,” Itadori sniggered. He was just teasing him, Fushiguro knew this, but his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.
“Well … it’s not like they’d be wrong,” Fushiguro grumbled irritably.
Itadori’s laughter halted.
Oh shit.
Fushiguro had actually said that out loud.
Itadori was supposed to be the stupid one, what the fuck.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Yes you -”
“You must’ve heard the wind or something, dude. I never said anything!”
Itadori was simply staring at him. “So we’re lying to each other now?”
“I’m not!”
“I want you to repeat what you said!”
“I can’t, because I never said anything!”
“Fine, but I hope you know I’m never going to stop asking you. We’ll be 50 fucking years old and I’ll be like ‘dude what’d you say that day, under the tree when you mumbled something about having a crush on me -’ ”
Itadori is legitimately stupid. The words had just come out of his own mouth and he still wasn’t getting it.
Somewhere inside Itadori, Sukuna face-palmed.
“Fucking fine, you fucking dumbass! I said they wouldn’t be wrong!”
Itadori turned slowly towards him. “About what?”
Well, no backing out now. Might as well get rejected now and get it over with.
“Oh my god - they wouldn’t be wrong about … about me having a crush on you.”
Itadori blinked at him owlishly. “Are you fucking serious?” He asked, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
“What do you mean ‘am I serious,’ of course I’m fucking serious - what, you think I’m gonna go around joking about how I have a crush on you?!” Fushiguro’s face was so red. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of embarrassment, regret, or frustration. Truly, only Itadori could evoke such a maddening mix of emotions within him.
The said male was still just staring at him, the apple forgotten in his hand.
“Will you stop just staring at me like a fucking creep and say something?” Fushiguro buried his face in his hands and let out an embarrassed breath.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say!”
“Well I don’t know!” Oh god, Fushiguro was starting to ramble. “You’re - you’re supposed to say something sappy and gross. And - and then I say something equally sappy and gross back and then we -”
“What?” Itadori cut him off, putting his half eaten apple on the ground beside him absently to turn to face Fushiguro. Fushiguro sputtered for an answer, suddenly fascinated by the way dirt clung to the exposed flesh of the apple. “And then we what, Fushiguro?” Fushiguro screwed his eyes shut in embarrassment. He was never one to ramble. What sort of dark magic is Itadori putting him under? “I knew it, you haven’t got the balls to say it.”
He looked up at Itadori and was infuriated to see him smirking. Who the fuck gave him all this fucking audacity?
Gojo, probably , he answered himself instantly.
“Who said I haven’t got the balls! I’ve got massive balls!” What the fuck was he even saying at this point? Maybe he should get up and leave. Make a new identity and never see Itadori again. Or better yet, find a curse and ask it to just kill him and be over with it.
“Fucking wuss,” Itadori laughed, “couldn’t get the words out even if you -”
“Shut up man, I can say it.” Fushiguro didn’t understand what Itadori wanted from him. Why was he trying to rile him up?
“If you had the balls, you’d kiss me right now.” Itadori was still grinning and it was proving to be very distracting.
“Yeah? I’ll kiss you, you asshole.”
“You couldn’t do it - you’re such a little bitch -”
Fushiguro surged forward in a flurry of panicked movement and planted his lips firmly on Itadori’s. More to get him to shut up than anything else.
“What the fuck,” Itadori droned when they separated, staring at Fushiguro with his lips parted slightly.
“What?! You told me to -”
But before Fushiguro could finish, Itadori grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him in so hard, their teeth clashed together. For a minute, all Fushiguro could think about was how it hurt, but then he realized what was actually happening. He was suddenly aware of Itadori’s lips moving against his, their noses bumping against each other, his fingers grazing against Fushiguro’s neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Fushiguro let out a sigh through his nose and reciprocated, fingers coming up to brush against Itadori’s chin to lift it closer, then moving to cup his cheek, unwilling to let go of him for anything. He cracked his eyes open as Itadori backed away for air and was met with a vision of the pink haired male, eyes still closed, lips still parted and slick with saliva, his cheeks dusted in a pretty pink hue.
Holy fucking fuck, what the fuck.
Itadori opened his eyes and giggled. “Been waiting to do that for a long time,” he muttered lowly.
Fushiguro was thankful he was sitting down because that probably would’ve made him lose his footing if he was standing.
“Fuck,” was all he could come up with.
Itadori grinned. “Wanna stay here and make out some more?”
Wow, this was turning out much better than Fushiguro had ever hoped. “Obviously,” he replied, and as Itadori dove back in for seconds, Fushiguro remembered distantly to tell Itadori not to put any weight on his bad leg.