Archive of Our Own

1.

“Surprise!” Yuuji cheered, making Megumi jump back instinctively, jerking the door shut in his own face.

The dark haired man stood confused in the hallway, his brows furrowed and heart beating too loud in his ears. He had planned on returning to the dorms, taking a too hot shower until his skin was pink and painful, then drop to his bed where he would allow unconsciousness to hit him like a truck until his body had its fill. What he had not planned on was Yuuji standing in his room, surrounded by…

Well he hadn’t actually noticed what he was surrounded by, he just knew there was something in his room that hadn’t been there when he left.

Megumi sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. He wasn’t mentally prepared for this. Still, he pressed on, and opened the door to his room once more.

Yuuji looked more bashful now, but he hadn’t lost any of his enthusiasm. “Surprise?” He tried again, walking over to the door to take his hands in his and pull Megumi into his bedroom. 

There was red and pink everywhere, crepe streamers hung up from the ceiling, heart cut-outs taped to his walls, confetti on the floor–confetti that had actually been thrown at him he opened the door so most of it was gathered at the threshold–and rose petals across his bed. His desk was taken over by a vase of flowers, a stuffed white wolf and… oh, a book he had actually been meaning to buy. Drastically overdone and confusing but still considerate.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Yuuji said, wrapping him up in his arms, and pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

Ah. Shit. That would explain the amount of couples out…

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he muttered, guilt building in the pit of his stomach. It was their first holiday as a couple, and Megumi had already fucked it up by forgetting it even existed. There was no way around it… “I’m sorry, I… I forgot. I’m not- not used to caring about things like this.”

He had expected to see disappointment when he pulled away to look at his boyfriend, but if Yuuji had felt anything of the sort he wasn’t showing it. Instead he looked confused.

“I didn’t do this, because I expect something in return,” he started, sliding his hands down to the small of his back to pull Megumi impossibly closer. “You said you’d never had a Valentine before, so… will you be my Valentine, Megumi?”

Things like this didn’t actually happen, that’s what Megumi had always thought. It was all a myth perpetrated by Hallmark that tricked people into thinking that’s what they had to aspire to, what they should expect from their partners just to inevitably be let down. He should have known Yuuji would prove him wrong. Even before he asked him to be his boyfriend, Yuuji had always been attentive and considerate, always showed his friends how much he cared through favors and random, kind gestures and gifts. Megumi just… hadn’t expected this much .

“Dummy,” he murmured, running his fingers through his short undercut up to soft, pink locks. “Isn’t that a given?” 

“No!” Yuuji laughed, leaning his head back to chase the feeling of slender fingertips. “I don’t care if we’ve been dating for a month or a year or a decade , I’m always going to ask you to be my Valentine.”

Megumi’s face betrayed him and he hid the flustered expression in Yuuji’s neck. “How can you just say stuff like that?”

“It’s easy when I love you.” Yuuji kissed the crown of his head, his temple, and ducked his head down to continue his trail down his cheek until he captured his lips with his. He kissed him slowly, sweetly, a chaste slide of lips against his before nipping at Megumi’s bottom lip. 

Megumi sucked a deep breath in through his nose, and tightened the grip he had on pink hair, returning the kiss with an enthusiasm he could never voice. He wasn’t like his boyfriend, he couldn’t just say things like he did, he could never hope to be that vulnerable. But he could express himself with his body, show Yuuji his love with the way he kissed him, the way he came undone beneath him with his name on his lips. Maybe that could be enough.

Yuuji slid his hands in his back pockets, gripping his ass through his jeans, and grinding his hips into his, swallowing Megumi’s moans. He pulled out of the kiss but stayed in Megumi’s space, his nose bumping his, and their ragged breath intermingling. “You never answered me,” he pointed out, his voice low and husky. 

The gears in his mind spun slowly as he desperately tried to remember anything other than the building heat in his stomach and the rush of blood heading south. Then it clicked and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Yes, Yuuji, I will be your Valentine. Now please,” he pleaded, trying to initiate another kiss against a toothy grin.

2.

This year he wasn’t going to be taken by surprise, and he certainly wasn’t going to show up empty-handed. He had an alarm set on his phone and everything. Megumi approached Yuuji’s dorm with a gift bag in one hand, and a little bear wearing an equally little hoodie tucked under his arm, a confidence in his stride. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but he knew Yuuji would love it. He could see the look on his face now, the short moment of surprise at being handed a gift followed by a blinding smile as he pulled out the brand new pair of boxing gloves he had been eyeing for months. The bear was just a cute last minute addition he’d found as he left the store that day, the color of its fur a dead-ringer for Yuuji’s own pink hair.

He knocked on the door to his boyfriend’s dorm, mentally prepared for just about anything he was about to walk into. What he wasn’t prepared for was silence. He knocked a second time, and felt his brows furrow. He checked his watch, confirming it was the time he said he would be showing up, and frowned. Megumi pulled his phone out to call Yuuji when he noticed it–the little, pink piece of paper on the floor. He crouched down to pick it up, a small smile creeping onto his face. 

Come up to the roof.

Megumi rolled his eyes but his smile remained. The roof of his building housed a community garden within a greenhouse that was maintained by the university students that lived there. He had seen it a couple times before when he had gotten roped into checking the humidity level and watering the flowers. He made his way up the stairwell, anticipation building in his gut with each step. When he pushed the door to the roof open he stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropping.

There were string lights hung up across the glass facing of the greenhouse and spread out in a circle in front of it, and a blanket spread out under its shine. There was a small collection of plants that hadn’t fit in the greenhouse, as well as several baskets of flowers flanking the picnic setup. Yuuji was standing there, beaming, and he held his arms out. 

“What do you think?” He asked, looking around at his handiwork. 

Megumi stepped into the light, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth as he searched for something– anything to say. Up close he saw small tealights set up in several of the plants and a basket sitting on the blanket that held a bottle of wine and other treats he couldn’t quite make out. He took everything in around them, and subtly tried to hide his gift behind his back.

“This is… how long did this take you?”

Yuuji took a seat on the blanket and pat the spot next to him. There were multiple pillows laid out to help combat the the concrete underneath, and Megumi settled in, quietly pushing the gift bag behind him. His boyfriend took a wine glass out of the basket and filled it before passing it over. 

“Unimportant,” he said finally, giving Megumi a sweet smile. He cupped his cheek in his hand and leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Yuuji sat back, and rubbed his thumb over his cheekbone, painfully tender. “You can try to hide it all you want, but I already know you got me something. Now gimme!” He held his hands out expectantly, closing his eyes although he wasn’t instructed to.

Megumi squirmed uncomfortably, and looked over his shoulder at the gift that now seemed to pale in comparison. Well there was no avoiding it… He passed the bag as well as the bear over to his boyfriend, then nervously toyed with his fingers in his lap. “It’s uh- it’s nothing, really, just something small.”

Yuuji waved him off, his excitement shining so brightly Megumi was sure they didn’t even need the lights. He looked at the bear first, and held it up to his own head with a laugh. “He looks just like me!” He set it down on the blanket like it was something precious, before pulling the gift bag into his lap. There was a brief moment of recognition in his eyes that melted into stunned gratitude as he looked from the boxing gloves in his hands back to Megumi. “Are you serious?” He breathed.

Megumi chewed on his bottom lip, and nodded, locked in under his gaze so he couldn’t look away.

Yuuji set the gloves back in the bag and set it aside with the same care he did the bear, before locking his gaze back on him. Before he could even process what was happening Yuuji was on him, pushing him onto his back with one hand on the back of his head, cradling him, protecting him from the full force of the tackle. He crashed his lips into Megumi’s, one leg tucked between his. His free hand trailed down his body to hike up the leg that had been pressed into his hip, encouraging him to wrap it around his waist.

This was… a better reaction than he could have ever hoped for. Megumi whined in the back of his throat, high and needy as Yuuji licked at his lips. They kissed with reckless abandon, Yuuji had him caged in within the confines of his own body, but Megumi still tried to pull him closer, the front of his boyfriend’s hoodie held in tight fists.

“Can’t believe you,” he breathed, pulling out of the kiss to trail kisses down to his neck. “Tried to hide it from me.” He licked a stripe back up to his jaw, and nibbled at the skin beneath his ear. “The best present I’ve ever gotten.”

Megumi panted, his hips rutting up against him without his permission, and he reached down between them to pull at the bottom of his hoodie. “‘S not that great,” he muttered, tossing the hoodie aside before running his hands down his bare back. “Not like- nothing like this.”

Yuuji pulled away just enough to look down at him seriously, his brows furrowed and a stern look on his face despite his flushed skin and blown-out pupils. “Hey! You don’t get to decide that. That’s the best present I’ve ever gotten, and that’s that,” he said, punctuating his thought with a tap on Megumi’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but smiled, his slender hands moving down his body, eliciting a shiver from him, and slipped them under Yuuji’s waistband to grip at his bare ass. He encouraged the movement of his hips and pushed his own up to grind against him. “Fine, best present ever. Can we have sex now?”

Yuuji smirked, and started to lean back in before jerking back like he’d been shocked. “Oh my god! I almost forgot!” He gave his thigh a squeeze, and looked down at Megumi with a surprisingly shy smile considering the growing hard on that was currently pressed into his thigh. “Megumi, will you be my Valentine?”

He rolled his eyes as he dramatically dropped his head back against the pillow. “ Yes, Yuuji, I will be your Valentine. Now get back down here.”

3.

Megumi was in no mood for romance. His day had been so exceptionally shitty, he was one minor inconvenience from finding a way to launch himself directly into space. First, he woke up late for work, and he didn’t have enough time to make coffee or eat breakfast or even wash his face. Then his first appointment of the day was a cat that had some kind of grudge against all humanity and lulled him into a false sense of security before swiping at him, its claws catching his cheek with far too much accuracy for him to believe it wasn’t planned. He didn’t even have enough free time today to get lunch with his boyfriend, and he had to cancel when Yuuji had already gotten to the restaurant. He’d felt awful when he realized the time and apologized profusely over the phone, but Yuuji just reassured him over and over that it was okay. And it really was okay. Because Yuuji was too good for the world and never seemed to care when things didn’t work out for him–when he got screwed over. He even dropped by the clinic to bring Megumi the lunch he’d missed out on. He’d tried to apologize again but Yuuji wasn’t having it, he just pressed a press to his lips and assured he would see him at home.

It was only when he was leaving work that evening–an hour later than he was meant to thanks to the secretary incorrectly filing all of his cases for the day and leaving him to fix it–that he realized he desperately did not want to go home. While he had gotten used to and had come to appreciate Yuuji’s grand gestures, his heart just wasn’t in it today. He just wanted to get back to their apartment, change out of his scrubs, finally wash his face, and crawl into bed. He got to their door and stood there for what felt like an eternity, bracing himself for impact before turning his key in the lock.

He was expecting lights, confetti, maybe balloons–Yuuji seemed very into balloons when he’d decorated for Megumi’s birthday a couple months ago–just an overall attack on his senses. But there was nothing. He looked around their entryway for a sign of something, anything, a stray flower petal or maybe a note like last year, but there really didn’t seem to be anything. Megumi breathed a sigh of relief that made him feel instantly guilty. He knew how much his boyfriend enjoyed Valentine’s Day, how much he thrived on grand displays of his love and affection, and Megumi was only meeting it with exhaustion today. And he was empty handed at that.

He was the worst.

Megumi kicked off his shoes, and walked further into the apartment, almost missing the strange setup as he made his way to their bedroom. He paused in his steps, processing, then took a few steps backwards to look into their living room. In the middle of their sectional sofa–a necessity Yuuji had insisted on for when they had friends over–there was a blanket propped up by god knows what, almost at the ceiling. Megumi circled around to get a better look at everything, and felt his heart swell in his chest. Yuuji had dragged their mattress out of the bedroom and set it up out here, covered it in every blanket and pillow they owned, and propped up sheets with dining chairs and a broom to create a rudimentary fort. His shoulders sagged, and he looked all around, waiting for Yuuji to pop out.

“Babe?” He called out into their seemingly empty apartment, the pet name rolling off his tongue comfortably after the years they’d been together.

“In here!”

Megumi followed the sound of his voice into their bedroom then looked into the en-suite bathroom. Yuuji was sitting on the edge of the tub, looking up at him with a proud smile. “What’s going on?” He murmured, still slightly on edge, still waiting for something to jump out at him.

“You had a bad day,” he said, his voice low, and he held out his hand for Megumi to take. Yuuji pulled him closer, bringing him to stand between his open thighs, then ran his hands leisurely up and down his sides. “The bath is still hot, I’m going to start dinner, and then when you’re ready we can crawl into bed and I’ll let you be little spoon until we fall asleep.”

Megumi could cry. He wrapped his arms around Yuuji’s shoulders and sagged into his embrace, his nose pressed into his neck. He inhaled his boyfriend’s cologne, musky and comforting, and he pressed a kiss where his neck met his shoulder. “I love you… so much.”

Yuuji held him close, and he let his warmth envelope him. “I love you too, Gumi.” He ran his hands through his dark hair, and pulled back carefully, giving him a smile. “You know I still have to ask, right?”

Megumi frowned, his brows pinched together.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

His body reacted before his mind could and he rolled his eyes, a fond smile growing on his lips. “It would be the best part of my day.”

4.

Of course. Of course the one day they were supposed to have together, Yuuji was being forced to work a double. It felt like it had been an eternity since they saw each other– really saw each other, not just when Yuuji finally crawled into bed behind Megumi and wrapped him up on his arms, or when Megumi pressed a kiss to his lips before running out the door to make it to work on time. It had to have been a month since they last had dinner together, and even longer since they were intimate. Megumi was experiencing withdrawal, he was sure of it. But it was a little difficult to jump his boyfriend’s bones when he was so exhausted from a long day at the station. Even if Megumi had offered to do all the work.

Megumi had gotten the text just as he got home, and he felt his shoulders slump in disappointment. Last year was ruined by his own misfortune, he was hoping they could make up for it this year. He left the vase of flowers he’d picked up on their dining table, looking all around the apartment for a sign of anything left for him as he did. When he found nothing he stripped off his scrubs and took a quick shower then got dressed in sweats–because what did it matter if he looked frumpy? Not like he had anyone to impress tonight.

He was draped across the sofa when he felt his phone buzz again.

‘Sorry baby, would you mind bringing my overnight bag by the station?’

Megumi wrinkled his nose, and realized with a decent amount of shame that he had been pouting. It was childish, but he didn’t want to see him right now–no matter how fleetingly–he just wanted to sulk. But he knew that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t like Yuuji was choosing to stay late.

He dragged himself to his feet and went to grab the bag as he sent a text informing he was leaving now. It was a short drive to the fire station, and he used that time to school his expression into something neutral, not wanting to make his boyfriend feel any worse than he already did. Megumi parked his car in the employee lot, and made his way to the entrance, overnight bag slung over his shoulder. He didn’t immediately see Yuuji in the garage, so he checked the employee lounge. His coworkers sat there, but still no Yuuji.

“He’s up in the loft,” one responded. Megumi must have known his name at one point, but it was a blur now.

Megumi nodded in thanks, and made his way up the spiral staircase. He was going to just drop the bag off, give Yuuji a quick kiss, then go home to sadly masturbate. Megumi opened his mouth to give a polite greeting, but the words died on his tongue.

There were candles, dozens of them, all set up around the table, on the countertop, along the railing. Yuuji was fretting over the small table, smoothing down a white tablecloth and straightening the one unlit candle when he realized he wasn’t alone. He looked up and met Megumi’s eyes, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “I had more planned,” he started.

Megumi dropped the bag at his side. “Uhuh,” he said, closing the distance between them.

“It was going to be the biggest yet.”

“Right.” He ran his hands over his chest, Yuuji’s tight shirt hugging his pecs and abs deliciously. 

“I was thinking string quartet, maybe fireworks.”

“Mhm.” Megumi slid his hands down and looped his fingers in his belt loops, pulling his boyfriend flush against him. “What else?”

Yuuji’s hands went straight to his ass, shamelessly groping him. “A whole balloon arch.”

Megumi snorted unattractively; he had been prepared to disguise the indifference that was sure to show on his face; he couldn’t handle the wide grin that was making an appearance. “How many hearts?”

Yuuji pursed his lips, looking away as if deep in thought, as if he wasn’t leaning down to slide his hands down to the backs of his thighs, pulling him up into his arms like he weighed nothing. “At least twenty.”

“That’s a lot of hearts,” Megumi nodded, wrapping his legs around his waist, and leaned his face in close. “I dunno.... There’s not even a single balloon here.”

Yuuji moved one hand from his thigh to slide it up under his sweatshirt. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“I’m sure you will.”

His boyfriend supported his weight with one arm, and used the other to sweep what little there was on the table onto the floor. The sound of breaking glass hit his ear but Megumi didn’t care as he was pressed onto the table, kissing his boyfriend with a hunger he didn’t even know was possible. Megumi pulled away just long enough to rip his sweater over his head, Yuuji following his lead before coming back together. He felt everywhere he could reach, pale hands petting sun-kissed skin, feeling each vertebrae in his spine, each ripple of muscle. Yuuji rubbed his hand over his chest, his thumb rubbing over a nipple and causing Megumi to rut up against him.

“I hope you realize what you’re starting,” he growled, grinding his already hard dick against the other man’s growing erection. 

“Of course I do,” Yuuji reached between them to palm him through his sweatpants, and he latched onto his neck with his teeth. He sucked a bruise onto sensitive skin, and if Megumi had any semblance of self control right now he would have chastised him for leaving a hickey somewhere so visible like a horny teenager. But all he could do was groan, unbelievably needy, desperate for anything Yuuji was willing to give.

Megumi humped against his strong hand but it wasn’t enough, couldn’t possibly be enough. He wrapped his fingers around his boyfriend’s wrist, and guided his hand into his pants, panting as Yuuji immediately started pumping his leaking cock. 

“Me too,” Yuuji grunted, and Megumi obliged without hesitation, shoving his hand in his boxers.

They jerked each other off together, sloppily making out, and breathed each other in. Megumi felt the tell-tale heat pooling in his abdomen, coming on far too soon after weeks of nothing, and he could have cried. He whined and squirmed under Yuuji, trying to formulate words but coming out with nothing.

“What, baby? Tell me what you need, anything, I’ll give it to you.”

“I-I-” he panted, maintaining his confident strokes. “I need you- please- Yuuji- I need your cock.”

Yuuji pulled his hand out of his pants, and jerked his sweatpants halfway down his thighs. He pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket, and Megumi had enough sense in him to look scandalized. 

“Hey… I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

Megumi had a smart comment ready, but forgot it completely as Yuuji prodded at his entrance. He pushed his hips forward, encouraging and ready for everything he was willing to give and then some. The first finger went in with ease, the second joined with some straining. Yuuji moved slowly, wanting to rush but not enough to risk hurting him. Megumi couldn’t care less.

It was delicious torture. The time it took to stretch comfortably to two fingers, then three. When he felt he was ready he pushed his boyfriend back to pull his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, wanting there to be absolutely nothing left between the two of them. He caught Yuuji pulling a condom out of his pocket and he pouted, openly and dramatically. 

“Baby, think about the cleanup…”

“It’s tile, grow up.”

Yuuji seemed to think it over at length, weighing the pros and cons before sighing and pocketing the condom. “You’re always right,” he murmured, wrapping one hand around his dick to give it a couple tugs and cover it in lube before guiding it to Megumi’s gaping hole. He moved slowly at first, allowing Megumi to adjust, and he could have cried.

“I can take it,” he whined, pulling at his hips. The one benefit of Yuuji still wearing pants was the hold he got on his belt loops, trying his hardest to pull him closer, to make him move faster.

Yuuji looked down at him hungrily, predatorily, and he clamped a big hand over Megumi’s mouth before bottoming out, his balls slapping his ass with an obscene clap. Megumi threw his head back with a muffled yell, his muscles clenching around his thick cock. He gave him a moment to adjust before setting a brutal pace, fucking into Megumi with animalistic need. 

“Look at you,” he panted, his free hand going to his hip, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. “So beautiful. So perfect.” 

Megumi reached out, desperate for something, he didn’t quite know what, and groped at his chest, his biceps, his shoulders. His hands found purchase in his hair, and he pulled Yuuji’s face down to his, his boyfriend removing the hand that covered his mouth in time to crash their lips together. It was messy, far too much teeth and tongue and spit for any normal circumstance, but it was exactly what he needed.

“Gonna fill you up,” his hips moved faster, more erratic, and he moved his now free hand to his other hip, pulling Megumi down in time with his thrusts. “Been too long, baby.”

Megumi looked up at him, his eyes shiny with lust and tears, his orgasm coming on far too soon. He locked him in his sights, holding his face gently, tenderly, contradicting the devastating thrusts that threatened to break the table beneath them. This was the only time Megumi could be open, be fully vulnerable. Yuuji was the only one that could see him like this, was the only one he ever wanted to see him like this.

His boyfriend looked at him like he was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, looked at him with such adoration, Megumi was overwhelmed to the point of coming untouched. White painted his stomach with a high-pitched whine, and he locked his ankles around the small of his back, bringing him in as close as he could. The contracting of his muscles squeeze Yuuji and his hips stuttered, his orgasm being practically milked out of him.

The two stayed completely still, panting to the point of light-headedness, but Megumi didn’t have it in him to pull away. Yuuji took one of his hands off his face and interlocked their fingers, pressing a kiss to each digit.

“I love you so much,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

Megumi squeezed his hand, and found that he was looking at him expectantly. 

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Don’t you have something to ask me?” He murmured, nudging at his nose with his.

Realization dawned on him and Yuuji beamed, nuzzling into his neck. “Will you be my Valentine, Megumi?”

“Always.”

5+

They learned from past years’ mistakes, and Yuuji and Megumi had both taken the day off work. They had no responsibilities, no obligations, they were able to wake up in each other's arms and start the day with leisurely morning sex. When they finished Yuuji flopped onto his back, pulling the slender man almost fully on top of him, and pulled his thigh up across his stomach, running his nails lightly across pale skin. Megumi closed his eyes, his breathing slow and even, almost falling back asleep in his warm embrace. That is until he felt the discomfort of cum oozing out of him.

“Yuuji,” he whined, pouting up at him.

His boyfriend hummed, and gave him one final squeeze before readjusting to pull Megumi fully on top of him to straddle him before getting to his feet. Yuuji carried him into the bathroom and started the shower, only setting him down after the water had warmed up enough. The two of them stood under the spray, and Megumi reached up to massage shampoo into pink hair. Yuuji leaned into his touch, and ran his soapy hands up and down his slender body, taking extra time and care with his ass.

Megumi wanted to take his time that morning, to enjoy his presence and his body to the fullest while he could. Because his plan started in just a couple hours.

It had been years of Yuuji always showing up, of him planning elaborate surprises and considerate gifts, and this year it was his turn. Megumi was going to sweep him off his feet the same way Yuuji always did. He was going to absolutely kick his ass with how thoughtful and romantic he was about to be. 

They finished their shower with minimal inappropriate touching and toweled off before getting dressed. Yuuji tried to pull him back into bed, but only accomplished in getting Megumi to straddle him.

“We can’t,” he whined, arching his back into him, his body contradicting his words without his permission. “I have to finish getting ready, I… promised Kugisaki we’d go out for lunch.”

“Can I come?”

“No!” He said too quickly, setting his hands on his shoulders to pull back and look at him. Yuuji looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, and Megumi frowned, stroking his thumbs against the sides of his neck. If his boyfriend was expecting the surprise, it wouldn’t be the same. If there were expectations, there could be disappointment, and he didn’t think he could handle that. It was the whole reason he never allowed himself to be vulnerable in the first place.

“Okay,” he grumbled, giving his thighs a squeeze. “But I’ll see you after, right? I have something for you.”

“Is it your dick?”

Yuuji laughed, and Megumi felt warm. He wanted to hear that sound every day. “I mean, that’s something I’m always ready to give you. Literally always. Any time, any place.” He said, pulling him down to sit in his lap, as if sitting on his dick was what he needed to believe him.

Megumi groaned and indulged him in just a moment with a tender kiss before pulling away and climbing off his boyfriend. “Nope! I will not be distracted! I will see you later!”

“Megumi!” He called, stopping him in the doorway. Megumi stopped to look back at him, one brow quirked. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

When he said he was meeting Kugisaki, he was only half-lying. The two were meeting, but it was so she could help him with the setup. As it turns out, grand displays of affection required a lot of planning and time, and getting everything set up with the care that he wanted to put into it took even more time. No wonder Yuuji always dodged the questions about how long these things always took him. 

He met her outside the florist where she was impatiently tapping her foot, a scowl set on her face. “Nice to see you too,” he muttered.

“You’re late,” she said, opening the door and going inside without him.

It took a couple trips but they managed to carry every box of flowers out to their cars, and Kugisaki only nagged him during the first round. Once they were packed in securely she stood back, hands on her hips to admire her handiwork, and glanced over at Megumi. She gave him a startlingly genuine smile, and the rarity of it made his skin crawl.

“Are you nervous?”

He clenched his jaw, and crossed his arms, looking at the flowers instead of at her. This was the one problem with this setup. Anything Yuuji put on for Megumi was always just for the two of them, allowing him to revel in the intimacy without the threat of anyone else seeing him in a moment of vulnerability. Anything Yuuji put on for himself? It was always hugely elaborate, planned with such care and consideration for everyone he invited. He loved the attention, thrived on it, and if Megumi was already going this far to set up some grand gesture, he had to go all the way. Even if it meant being violently uncomfortable around their friends. He hoped he had found a happy medium for the two of them, but only time would tell.

“So that’s a yes,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “It’s gonna go great, you know. He’s gonna love it and you two are going to live happily ever after or whatever.”

“Thanks,” he grumbled, fiddling with his car keys. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Alright. Then you’re treating me to lunch.”

He really hadn’t lied.

Megumi rushed home after the two of them finished eating, not wanting to arouse any suspicions from Yuuji. He brought his boyfriend a dessert from the restaurant to solidify his story, and left it in the kitchen for him. Yuuji was lounging on their sofa with one arm crossed behind his head and a pout on his lips. 

“Sorry, we ran late,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his head. The pout remained on his face, and Megumi rolled his eyes before leaning in again to kiss it away. He could feel him smile against his lips, before he pulled away. “Am I forgiven?”

“I’ll think about it. C’mere.”

Did it seem a little desperate for him to climb over it instead of just walking around? Maybe. But Megumi didn’t care as he stepped over the back of the sofa with his long legs, pushing Yuuji’s shoulders down as he did to climb on top of him. “How’s this?” He asked, straddling his hips.

“It’s a start,” Yuuji smirked, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. “But for the record, I would keep you here like this all day with me if I could. So this is just like. Base level stuff. I could think of a couple things we could do to reach full forgiveness.”

Megumi was more than happy to indulge him. He got lost in the kissing, in the feel of strong arms holding him, calloused hands slipping under his shirt and making him shiver. That is, until he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

“Kinky.”

He groaned, dropping his head against Yuuji’s chest as he pulled his phone out. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, looking at his phone screen before climbing off of his boyfriend. Why was Junpei calling him? Yuuji whined as he walked away, closing himself in their bedroom. “What?”

“ Ah, Fushiguro, I’m so sorry! I was starting to get things ready for later and the file isn’t opening correctly, is there any way you could bring it over on a flash drive? ”

Goddammit. The entire plan banked on this going correctly… He ran his free hand through his hair, his mind racing for any kind of excuse he could give Yuuji. “Yeah, yeah I’ll leave right now. Thanks.”

He grabbed his laptop bag, deciding he would rather play it safe and just hand everything over to Junpei in case there was a problem with the flashdrive. Megumi slowly walked back out, looking sheepish as Yuuji gave him a once over.

“Nooo,” he whined, long and exaggerated. 

“I promise I’ll be so fast!”

“Where are you going this time?”

“I just have to drop some things off at the clinic, I have some files on my computer I forgot to print out.” It was a horrible excuse, but he hoped Yuuji wouldn’t read too much into it. “I’m all yours tonight, I promise. Dinner and a movie, classic romantic date night, it’ll be great.”

His pout came back full force, his brows furrowed and a look Megumi didn’t quite recognize in his eyes. “It can’t be helped I guess…”

Dealing with Junpei was at least considerably easier than dealing with Kugisaki. He didn’t have to deal with the looks, the prodding, the sass, he only had to drop off his computer and write his password down for the other man just in case. He left with the assurance that everything would go smoothly and a thumbs up, and Megumi felt lighter than he had earlier. Thank god this was all falling into place because he was never going to do something like this ever again. Way too much pressure and planning with other people. He wasn’t used to relying on other people. It… felt nice that his and Yuuji’s friends were coming through for him.

When he got home he found Yuuji in their bedroom getting changed, his button-up hanging open and pants still in his hands, his ass and thighs closely hugged by his tight boxer briefs.

“That’s not even remotely fair,” Megumi muttered, coming up behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. 

“Where’s your computer bag?” He asked, making Megumi furrow his brows.

Oh. Shit. “Oh- dammit I left it there. I was just so focused on rushing home,” he tried, moving to wrap his arms around his waist in a gesture that was more chaste than horny. 

Yuuji hummed but didn’t say anything else as he did the buttons on his shirt. He turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes, searching, and Megumi was sure he could tell he was lying. Which in his defense–again, he technically wasn’t. “No more running off tonight, right?”

“Right.” He was confident this time. 

Yuuji relaxed in his hold and smiled, wrapping his arms around him. “Good!” 

Megumi reached up to straighten his collar, then ran his hands through pink hair. “You look good.”

“I’m not wearing pants.”

“I stand by what I said.”

“I have to look my best if I’m going on a date,” he said, matter-of-factly. “If I don’t, my date won’t want to put out.” 

“I think you’re vastly overestimating what you have to do for me to put out.”

“Fair enough,” he smirked. “You saying I’m going to get lucky tonight?”

“We literally had sex this morning.”

“Morning sex and night sex are very different experiences. Morning sex is all soft and slow, and night sex is filthy.”

Megumi rolled his eyes, but smirked, resting his hands on his chest. “Yes, dummy, we’re having sex later. Now finish getting changed,  if we’re late we’ll lose the reservation.”

“Aye aye!”

It was honestly unfair how good Yuuji looked, his crisp, white shirt hugged his chest, the rolled up sleeves showing the strength in his forearms, and his hair looked really sexy pushed back. Megumi found himself so entranced he didn’t even think to be nervous. He could still be annoyed though. All throughout dinner he was receiving texts from their friends, every single one of them feeling the need to check in and clarify the plan with Megumi and not communicating amongst themselves at all . 

Maybe he should’ve made a group chat…

The movie theater was a short walk down the street, and Yuuji held his hand the whole way, swinging their arms the whole way. They walked in silence, but a strangely uncomfortable silence.

“What?” He asked, all his nerves hitting him at once now that he couldn’t ogle his boyfriend under the warm, intimate lights of the restaurant. 

Yuuji seemed to consider his words, before giving a sigh. “I dunno, it feels like… you’ve been kind of weird today. Like you keep running away from me. I’m… just imagining things, right?”

“Right!” Megumi agreed quickly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, I just… I wanted tonight to be special.”

He seemed pleased enough by that explanation, but Megumi could tell he was still in his own head. They said nothing else as Yuuji opened the door to the theater for him, giving his ass a slap for good measure as he walked ahead. Okay. Normal enough for now. Normal enough to get to the surprise. He paid for their tickets, and let Yuuji pay for the snacks, his boyfriend carrying the large bucket of popcorn and handing off the icees to Megumi.

One more task. “So wait, is this a sequel?”

Yuuji stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him in abject horror. “Megumi… we’ve been together for how many years now, and you’ve never seen Avatar?!” He fell into a long rant about the plot of the first film, how groundbreaking it was for visual effects and animation, the impact the plot had on the worldbuilding. Megumi was sure he heard the words “Pocahontas in space” but he was so focused on keeping Yuuji’s attention on him and not processing any of their surroundings as they found their seats.

They sat in the dead center of the theater–because Yuuji insisted it was the best place to be for optimum visual and audio or something–and he was still on his tangent. He only stopped when the trivia questions came up on screen, because he always loved showing off his film knowledge.

“Did you know when Aragorn kicks his helmet and screams it’s because the actor actually broke his toe?”

Yes. Yes he did know that.

Yuuji’s eyes were locked on the screen, whispering the answers to the trivia questions in Megumi’s ear to not bother the other moviegoers. He blindly groped for Megumi’s hand, interlocking their fingers, and absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb across his. 

“This- what?”

‘Where was our first date?’ came up on the screen. ‘ A. The park. B. The movie theater. C. The school library. D. Taco Bell.’

The timer counted down to 0, then the screen changed to an old photo of the two of them, Yuuji absolutely beaming with an arm thrown around Megumi’s shoulders, the latter smiling much more shyly, holding up their two movie tickets at the other man’s request. ‘B. The movie theater. ’

Yuuji looked over at Megumi, but Megumi kept his eyes on the screen, flip-flopping so violently between feeling overwhelmingly smug and sickeningly anxious he was able to maintain a neutral expression. 

‘What was the first recipe you taught me how to make? A. Ramen. B. Cake. C. Steak. D. Meatballs.’

The screen changed to another old photo, this one of just Yuuji, standing in their old dorm’s kitchen in a frilly apron, mid-explanation. ‘ D. Meatballs.’

Megumi dared a glance over at Yuuji and he was fully enraptured in the slideshow, his free hand just in front of his mouth, as if he could hide the blindingly bright smile on his face. 

“What is this?” He murmured to himself.

‘Who did I tell first when I realized I was in love with you? A. You. B. Gojo. C. Kugisaki. D. Inumaki.’

She took great pride in her role in their relationship–or maybe she just loved reminiscing how embarrassed Megumi was as he groaned in her bed with his face buried in his hands. Kugisaki also demanded at least a little bit of the attention on this day.

This photo he’d dreaded sharing but decided would be nice for Yuuji to see. It was a snapchat Kugisaki had sent Maki, she was holding up a peace sign with a frankly terrifying grin, and Megumi was in the background, a blush that ran down his neck still obvious despite his arms being crossed over his face.

Yuuji squeezed his hand, and Megumi could feel that he was shaking. 

‘Where did we get engaged?’

He could hear his boyfriend’s breath hitch, and he looked at him with watery eyes. The lights in the theater came on, and Yuuji looked all around, taking in the bouquets of flowers in the cup holders in their row and lining the stairs. With a start it seemed that he also finally noticed the people sitting around them. Megumi had invited all of their friends, as well as Gojo and his extended family and Yuuji’s older brother and his girlfriend. 

A sob escaped Yuuji’s throat as Megumi stood up from his seat and immediately knelt down on one knee in front of him. He had practiced this in the mirror every time he was home alone, had trained his face to not betray how unbelievably embarrassed he was to be talking about his feelings in front of other people, and for once, Megumi felt confident as he pulled the small, velvet box out of his suit jacket.

“Yuuji,” he started, his voice cracking and immediately betraying him. He cleared his throat, and put his free hand on his boyfriend’s strong thigh, grounding himself. Although there were others there watching this happen, he only saw Yuuji. “I love you… more than I can ever express. I could never dream of telling you how much, but I want to show you my feelings every single day. Forever.”

Yuuji put his hand over Megumi’s the second he touched him, desperate for the contact to calm his own nerves, and he sniffled loudly. There were hot tears rolling down his cheeks despite how much he tried to wipe them away. “I love you too,” he murmured, leaning down to seal their lips together.

Megumi smiled against his mouth, pressing into the kiss for a moment before remembering he wasn’t done. He pulled away and coughed, a blush spreading across his cheeks and his ears. “Will you marry me?” He opened the box that held the ring, and inside the lid he’d scrawled ‘be my Valentine?’ He wanted the sentiment because he knew there was no way he could ever say something that embarrassing, even to Yuuji. Even if he wanted to.

Yuuji opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, so he just nodded, quickly. He pulled Megumi to his feet as he stood, and cupped his face in his hands, kissing him tenderly, much more chaste than it would have been had they been at home. When he pulled away he slid the ring on his finger, pleased with himself that it fit so nicely. Yuuji kissed him one more time, holding his hand in his left, and pulled away to throw their arms over their heads, showboating for all their friends and family.

“We’re getting married!” He yelled, whooping, then crouched down to throw his arms around Megumi’s hips, lifting him high into the air. “This is going to be my husband!”

They were met with applause as their friends cheered. He was overwhelmed now, he couldn’t tell who was yelling what, but he caught a few choice shouts of “about time!” and “congratulations!” and “tuna mayo!”

Okay he knew who said that at least.

Yuuji held him up like a trophy, like he had won a championship game, and while that was endearing beyond belief, Megumi wanted to be back on the floor. He wanted to take him home, to show him all the love he had to give in his body, to give a preview of what the rest of their lives together would look like.

They stayed for the movie. They… actually stayed and watched the three hour long movie. To his credit, Yuuji moved the armrest that separated them, and held Megumi almost entirely in his lap, his legs draped fully across his but his butt still in his own seat. He rested his head on top of his, and watched the movie with rapt attention, only looking away every so often to look down at the ring on his finger and press another kiss to his lips.

When they left the theater and started to drive home Yuuji had his hand solidly on his thigh, unable to keep his hands or lips off of him anytime they stopped at a red light. When he actually had to focus on the road he just gushed about how much he loved him, how surprised he was, how he never imagined anything like this.

“We’re not even going to just have sex tonight, I’m going to make love to you,” he teased, his hand inching higher in his lap.

They got just inside their apartment when Megumi was on him, throwing his arms around his neck and trying to kiss his lips, but Yuuji stopped him. “One sec, one sec! I still have a surprise too!”

Megumi pouted, and stood back just enough to look at him, his hands resting at the sides of his neck. Yuuji just grinned, and crouched down to throw the slender man over his shoulder, laughing when he yelped and instinctively smacked his back with his hands.

“Yuuji, what-!”

“You aren’t the only one that got help today.”

Megumi’s jaw dropped even though Yuuji couldn’t see it. He thought he noticed people leaving before the movie started, but he just assumed it was because they didn’t want to stay to watch it. The three hour movie.

Three hours, Yuuji.

Yuuji carried him into their dining room and finally set him down on the same blanket he’d laid out on the roof years ago. There were rose petals on the blanket as well as the floor, streamers and string lights hung up along the walls, and–oh god, an actual balloon arch. Megumi couldn’t help himself, he laughed at the cheesiness of it all. It was like Valentine’s Day had thrown up all over their apartment, and he loved it. 

Yuuji pulled a small card out of his back pocket and handed it to him. Megumi smiled as he looked it over; it looked like a card you would buy for an entire class of children. He wondered what awful pun would be written inside as he unfolded it, and immediately felt his stomach do a leap.

‘Will you marry me?’

Megumi looked back at Yuuji just as he was lowering himself to one knee, grinning. “I know you beat me to it, but I still have to ask. Fushiguro Megumi, you are the love of my life. But since we’re already getting married, I’ll just ask… will you be my Valentine for the rest of my life?”

He got down to Yuuji’s level, sitting on his knees, and held his left hand out for his fiance to put his ring on. Megumi cupped his face in his hands, and kissed him slowly, the calm before the storm. “You know you still have to ask me every year, right?” He murmured against his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck to get a good hold on him.

“Well duh.”

“Good,” he smirked, throwing his entire weight against him to tumble the two of them down to the floor. They were definitely going to make love that night, but Megumi was positive they were also going to have dirty, nasty sex right here on the floor first.