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"But you'll be here... at midnight, right?"
"Of course... wouldn't miss it!"
"I'm serious, Gojo."
"So am I, Megumi, I'll be there so we can hear the bells and spend the first day of the year together."
"Okay."
And just like that, Gojo had ruffled his hair before disappearing. Before he went off to a mission, or a meeting with some other sorcerer. Or some intense training session.
Satoru was busy these days.
No correction, Satoru was always busy, Megumi couldn't remember the last time Satoru had had a day off.
Well, that was a complete lie, he knew the exact date.
It was six weeks ago. Satoru had dragged him to one of those pop-up shops in the center of town, just because they were serving the latest delicacy in terms of sweets and Satoru just had to try it. You and your sweet tooth, had faked complained Megumi, but he had followed. Of course, he had, the line had been long, something along the line of 45 minutes of waiting and standing, but Megumi wouldn't have changed a thing about that day. It was a rare instance when Satoru wasn't wearing his blindfold or sunglasses, it happened more and more often around Megumi. His blue eyes gleamed with mischief, a smile on his face as he updated Megumi on his last assignment with Yuta. Satoru towered everyone in the queue, he was taller than most and louder than most. His giddy personality was attracting everyone and anyone around him and when Megumi had heard a group of girls, not far from them, giggling and pointing at Satoru, he had joined their fingers together.
Out of spite, out of pure jealousy, but it didn't deter Satoru. The grip he had over Megumi's hand had simply grown stronger and he had kept talking, sliding closer to Megumi.
... Like he wanted to be there.
"Oi Nanamin! You're doing too much, let me help you!"
Yuji's loud voice brought him back to the reality. This reality, the last day of December, it was 8 pm or something, and Megumi was sitting on Nanami's very expensive and comfortable couch, trapped between Kugisaki and Itadori. Or he was.
Yuji was quick to his feet, a frown on his face as he came to Nanami's rescue. He took away the tray of food from the older man, and mumbled something to him, Megumi couldn't hear what. But he watched as Nanami laughed, and showed Yuji where to put the snacks.
The former jujutsu sorcerer had insisted on hosting, yes, he was retired but Nanami was more than happy to open his home for everyone and anyone who needed the help or just a place to crash. Megumi knew he could find Yuji here on most days, and it was endearing because after everything... every fucking thing, Yuji was the last person who needed protection. But still, Megumi knew, Yuji was always going to be protective about Nanami Kento, always.
After all, the signs of what had happened to him were visible on Nanami's face, Megumi got used to the scars, but Nanami could only use one of his arms properly.
But fuck, he was alive, in their line of profession, it was a miracle.
"So..." Kugisaki, to his right, manifested herself, she scooted closer to Megumi and he welcomed it, one arm over his best friend next. She smiled at that, bright and easy and he wanted to laugh when he realized that the eye patch over her missing eye was matching the color of her dress. And Maki's. They made for a sweet couple. "Do you think 2025 is finally the year our dear Yuji-kun realizes his big fat crush for Nanami-san or...?"
"... Oh, he's perfectly aware of the crush, now he has to do something about it..." Megumi chuckled. "I think he fears his feelings won't be returned, or that Nanami will treat him like a first year... one can understand, that's a big age gap."
"Yeah I know, but we've graduated," pointed Nobara. "We're all consenting adults and look at that..." Nobara clicked her fingers, pointing at Nanami and Itadori. Itadori was talking, fast at that, loud at that, he was telling Nanami about his last mission. A slight blush on his face, all the while... Nanami was listening, his one remaining eye was focused on Yuji and yes, there was a smile on his face.
"Oh... yeah, it's bad." Megumi laughed.
"Right? Although, if we're talking about sappy, you and Gojo take the fucking cake!"
".... There's no Gojo and me," dryly said Megumi, he clung fiercely to his glass of Toso, the medicinal sake shook a bit by the force of it. Especially when Nobara broke her embrace, only to pinch his cheek.
"Oh, for fuck sake... I'm surrounded by idiots! What do you mean, there's no Gojo and me?" Just as she asked the question, they were interrupted. In the corner of the room, Yuta, Maki, Toge, and Pande were taking turns at Nanami's karaoke machine. Yes, even Toge, he was mouthing the lyrics while Yuta was encouraging his boyfriend, all smiling and sending kisses in his direction. And Maki was now waving in their direction.
"Oi! Nobara! Let's show them how it's done!"
"My pleasure," she said and she was instantly on her feet, grabbing the mic Maki was handing her.
There was more noise, more music, and more laughter.
Panda tried to break dance, before Inumaki showed him how it was done, revealing he was quite the dancer. Yuji joined the karaoke but Nobara chose his song so he ended up singing like a virgin while everyone was cackling. It got even louder when the students from Kyoto finally arrived. Quickly followed by Shoko and Principal Yaga. Megumi didn't know how but he found himself sitting between Ichiji and Utahime at a table, opposite to Nanami and Shoko, playing a round of poker he easily won.
"It's his face," Shoko said, grabbing herself another drink. "He looks all cute and innocent, but he's actually cunning and deadly."
"Well..." Megumi bowed and grabbed his money. "I do try my best." His reaction made both Shoko and Utahime cackle and just for that, it was enough.
"It's because that idiot taught him", pointed out Utahime. Everyone at the table immediately knew who she was referring to and they all nodded.
"Speaking of, where is he?" Finally asked Ichiji, addressing the obvious absence of the loudest person they all knew.
"The season is keeping him busy," automatically replied Megumi. "But he'll be here at midnight, he wouldn't miss this."
All pairs of eyes at the table turned to him and Megumi swore, Shoko, Nanami, and Utahime all exchanged that look. That look he used to hate when he was younger, that face adults would make to talk amongst themselves and keep him in the dark. But at 22 years old, Megumi was an adult in his own rights, and still, he didn't know what was being said now.
Megumi didn't care, he had kept the most important part for himself, what he truly wanted to say.
Of course, he'll be here, he promised me he'll be here.
But that truth was for Megumi and Megumi alone, so he kept it for himself as he moved about the party. It was nice, he got more pats on the back than he needed, people were impressed by his accomplishments and everyone agreed: it had been a good year.
"Oooh.... 30 minutes left! Can't wait!" Nobara was practically bouncing, she, Yuji, and Megumi were huddled in a corner of the kitchen. It tended to happen often, Megumi gathered, all three of them, finding their own space.
"Oh come on, Kugisaki, the year wasn't that bad, why are you so excited for it to be over?" wondered Yuji.
"Hmm... okay, you two keep this to yourself, but I'm going to ask Maki to move in with me. Tomorrow, or in a few minutes, you get what I'm saying!"
"That's..." Megumi smiled. "That's great, she's going to say yes of course."
"Of course," Yuji nodded. "Dips to sleeping on their couch if they get a nice place!"
"You can't call dips on their couch, Maki is my cousin, if anyone got dips to sleep on their couch, it's me."
"Nah-ah, Fushiguro, you weren't fast enough, I get the nice couch, you're gonna have to sleep on the floor."
"You sleep on the floor!"
Their banter was only interrupted by Kugisaki laughing. She called them both idiots in the mixt of it, wrapping both arms around them. It was a hug, one of those hugs they didn't do too often but Megumi needed it. They were here, both of them, the gentle reminder was enough to get him through the worst days.
"You'll both sleep on the floor," Nobara concluded. "Now you, you have an assignment for the next year," Nobara pressed her forehead against Yuji's. "And it's called Nanami Kento." She was blunt, it was needed, Yuji blushed and she went on.
Megumi knew the conversation wasn't for him and he left them to it. His empty glass found the sink as he wandered off. The party was in full swing, some kind of new energy through the air because this year was coming to a close, Megumi could see it, he could feel it. It was in the way Shoko was now smiling at Utahime, how Yuta pulled Inumaki into his lap and, and...
Megumi coughed it was suddenly hard to breathe. Ten minutes to midnight his phone said, Megumi shoved it back into his pocket and he headed for the balcony.
Thankfully, nobody was there, he took a deep breath and planted his elbows against the railing. His mind was racing, his heart was pounding. The city was anything but quiet and for a full minute, Megumi was distracted by all of that life, little glimpses of it he could see on the streets and through people's windows.
People were living, singing, drinking, huddling against their loved ones.
The majority of people he cared about were there, a few meters away and he knew, tomorrow, he would visit Tsumiki's grave. Both Satoru and Ieiri had helped him with that, Megumi had said a few words, as the two people he had known the longest were close by.
Megumi was lucky. He knew it.
And yet, one thing was missing, he was missing.
Megumi glanced at his phone again.
Four minutes until midnight, surely, Gojo would keep his promise.
He always tried to.
A new year was approaching, Megumi mused as he put away his phone and planted his elbows against the balcony's rail again.
Maybe it was the year he was going to be brave and tell Gojo about his feelings.
It wasn't a crush, it was deeper than that, it was years and years of relying on Satoru, just Satoru, and having Satoru show up time and time again. After all, it was Satoru that had saved him from his personal hell, and Sukuna taking over his body. Yes, everyone had helped, but the very first thing Megumi had seen all of the darkness was blue.
And he knew, his mind could have never made that up. That was real.
"Breathe Megumi, breathe, it's over..."
Ever since, they were dancing around each other, Gojo and him. Megumi wasn't sure, Gojo could have anyone and yet, and yet... sometimes there was an inside joke, referring to their shared past and Megumi would make Gojo laugh so much, his tall frame seemed broken and half as he laughed, at the dismay of Itadori and Nobara who just watched the two of them like there were crazy.
Often, there was that smile on Gojo's face. As Megumi was bringing back a report to Ichiji or teaching their new first-year students. There were five this year, the most they ever had, and Megumi took the time with each one of them, to help them find and perfect their technique. After all, he considered his mastery over the Ten Shadows to be his strongest asset and whenever Gojo was near, he would smile, eyes glued to Megumi, like he was proud of him.
And there was always a touch, always. It didn't matter who initiated it, they always found a reason to touch each other. Gojo would lean into his space to see what book he was reading, his chin bumping against Megumi's hair. Megumi would hold his hand, to keep him on track or lead him a certain way. And the best in Megumi's mind? The hugs. It didn't happen too much, it was usually in the dark of the night after a grueling mission or some other bullshit they had to deal with. Megumi fitted just right in Satoru's arms. He knew this, he loved this.
"Hey! Just one minute left!" Yuji roared from the distance and Megumi sighed.
He wouldn't hold it against Satoru if he didn't make it. He was the strongest of their kind after all, it was normal, it was predictable. This time of the year, negative energy was flowing, curses were running rampant and-
But all of that was logic. It was reason, it made too much sense.
It didn't matter as the air shifted. It didn't matter as Megumi recognized the signs: the sudden stillness, the noise fading, the goosebumps all over his skin... He smiled brightly, not turning around as Gojo appeared behind him. Satoru had kept his promise and he pleased Megumi so much that he giggled, yes, he properly giggled as both of Satoru's arms circled his waist and he was pulled closer to that large frame.
"Made it," Gojo mumbled as his chin found Megumi's shoulder. Megumi turned his head to the side, and easily, he took off the blindfold, he discarded away, not caring where. He needed to see that blue, that haunting shade that he could never get enough of.
"You did," Megumi whispered and he whimpered next, as Satoru leaned in, he pressed their foreheads together.
"Well, I promised."
"Yeah, but you could have-"
"No." Satoru interrupted, so close their lips had to brush against one another as they talked, it almost felt like kissing, it wasn't practical, but Megumi didn't want to move. "Not when it's you. Not when it's important to you." Satoru was categoric and Megumi smiled, only to blush next as Satoru moved again. He planted a kiss on the corner of Megumi's mouth, right there, close and still so far, it sent a shiver down Megumi's spine. That and Satoru's stare. Neither of them said anything, nothing else had to be said right.
...
"Ten!"
It wasn't Yuji's voice anymore, it was a cacophony of sounds as the countdown had started.
"Nine!"
One of Megumi's hands found Satoru's white hair, pulling.
"Eight!"
Satoru's grip over his waist tightened.
"Seven!"
Megumi's heart was beating faster than ever.
"Six!"
But so was Satoru's, Megumi could feel it, pressed against his back.
"Five!"
Satoru's eyes zeroed in on Megumi's lips. Then back to the green eyes, the question forming.
"Four!"
Megumi nodded, he knew what the question was and his answer was clear.
"Three!"
Satoru smiled, so bright and so beautiful, he looked like the teenager Megumi had met all those years ago.
"Two!"
But Megumi wasn't a child anymore, and he was done running away and being afraid, he wanted this, he wanted Satoru.
"ONE!!!"
People screamed and cheered, welcoming the new year, there were bells in the distance but none of that mattered. All Megumi saw was blue and then Satoru pressed their mouths together. He wasted no time as he kissed Megumi. Not only that but he devoured Megumi's mouth, tongue lapping at every corner and Megumi did his best to follow. It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was Satoru and Satoru on his tongue, on his mind.... all over him.
His knees went weak when one kiss became two and Megumi sighed happily when Satoru shifted his attention, and he sucked on his neck next.
Was that what he was missing all along? Was Satoru the answer?
"Let's get out of here?" Satoru whispered against his skin, it was phrased like a question but Megumi nodded nonetheless. He was putty in Satoru's arms and he held onto those strong biceps as Satoru teleported them away. Away from the noise, away from prying eyes, and back to his apartment.
Megumi knew all of the details of that place, he had had meals at that table, and there were pictures of him and his sister on the fridge and yet, it was his first time in the bedroom. Yet, he blushed as Satoru pushed him down the bed.
"I don't think I can stop now, Megumi," Gojo explained as he peeled away his clothes. Megumi licked his lips as he saw him half naked, he truly was something else, broad, beautiful, and just for him.
"Then don't stop Gojo," Megumi said, voice weak from the force of his need.
"No, call me Satoru."
And he did.
Megumi moaned Satoru over and over as he was stripped naked and Satoru kissed, licked and touched every inch of skin he was uncovering. Satoru even took his time to plant his lips against every single one of Megumi's scars, including the one marking Megumi's face, reminders of their terrible shared past, and what could never happen again.
Megumi chanted Satoru as the older man opened him up with three of his fingers.
Satoru was impatient, hungry for it, it was in his blue eyes, the way his fingers shook as he uncapped the bottle of lube and poured some over his hand and Megumi's entrance. Satoru had experience on his side and he left Megumi no time to rest, adjust, or breathe. He pushed the fingers in and out and whispered for Megumi to breathe. Megumi obeyed, breathed Satoru's name as the fingers curled up and found that glorious spot. The spot that had him tighten all around Satoru and almost orgasm on the spot. He didn't, just because Satoru was relentless and his other hand was caging Megumi's now wet cock, keeping him from reaching his release.
"No, beautiful, you're coming because of my cock tonight, and nothing else... I'll make it good... promise."
Megumi almost passed out at the words, or was it Satoru's tone, or his smirk? It didn't matter, he removed his fingers, left Megumi empty for a few seconds, and had no difficulty shifting him around. Megumi found himself on his back, knees pushed to his chest, while Satoru slowly crawled between his legs. He was beautiful, naked, erect and Satoru smiled as he touched himself in slow measured strokes, almost putting up on a show for Megumi. But Megumi didn't have the patience nor the will to wait and when Satoru was closer, he imprisoned him with his legs, feet crossing over his lower back. Satoru chuckled, the sound was swallowed when Megumi joined their mouth together.
Only for his head to fall on the side as Satoru pushed in.
"Oh, oh... please don't stop, please Satoru, don't stop," Megumi whispered, he repeated it as he hardly gripped Satoru's shoulders, his nails were deep into the skin and Satoru, head nestled in Megumi's neck, nodded. The tip of his cock was inside of Megumi and the burning sensation was pleasant. What followed was even better and the very air was pushed out of Megumi's lungs, mind, body, and soul as Satoru filled him properly.
His fingers were nothing in comparison, he was everywhere, Megumi was so stretched, it was on the verge of being painful but it was Satoru, all he ever wanted.
"I..."
"I know beautiful, let me just..." Satoru moved. He shifted his hips tentatively, looking up to Megumi's face. Megumi couldn't hide this, he couldn't hide that he needed precisely this, when Satoru ground his hips against his ass, he was inside of him still. Pushing, pulsing, it felt perfect and Megumi licked his lips, his mouth was dry, as he savored every bit of it. It was the signal Satoru waited apparently, he groaned, properly groaned, and kissed Megumi next. Not only that but he moved properly. Satoru pulled out and then pushed back inside of Megumi.
And fuck, if that wasn't worth dying for, Megumi didn't know what else there was.
"Oh.. ah, ah... fuuuuuck, yes, yes, Satoru."
"So good, you feel so good Megumi, why did I wait? Why did I wait?" Satoru sounded delirious and Megumi loved it. That and the fact that every single one of his words was punctuated by a hard thrust. Each time he pushed inside of Megumi, each time he stretched Megumi a little bit more, and each time Megumi was doing his best to keep Satoru just right there.
It had been worth the wait, worth the doubt, all the promises, all the fighting, all the tears, and... everything else, it was all Megumi needed.
"We gonna do this every day," Satoru whispered, he kissed Megumi's cheek and moved again. He was on his knees now, cock trapped deep into Megumi and he detached Megumi's legs from his lower back. Megumi drooled a little bit as the older man was pressing on his thighs. His feet rested on Gojo's shoulders now as Megumi was folded in half, knees pressing against his ribs. Satoru had his arms on either side of him now and he used them as leverage to pound into Megumi.
Megumi did his best to hold on as suddenly Satoru went deeper. So much deeper that it was maddening. His nails scratched at Satoru's forearms, he stopped breathing for a second or two, and tears rolled down his eyes, because it was too good, because like this, he could feel every single inch of Satoru's cock. And Satoru would hit that stop, deep within Megumi every single time.
"Yes, that's my new resolution, we gonna do this. every. single. day." Satoru declared as he rammed into Megumi, he used some of his actual strength this time, the bedframe shifted as well as Megumi's body, it hit the wall with some force, once, twice. And maybe it was what did the trick, Satoru not holding back, the madness and the hunger in his eyes, whatever it was, it was enough for Megumi to come. Just thanks to Satoru's relentless pace and his cock inside of Megumi and filling him up just right. Megumi let go, he moaned Satoru's name as he emptied his cock, eyes closing too.
"God, Megumi, you're so tight," Satoru whined as Megumi's come was now covering both of them. "Look at you coming untouched, you're such a good boy..." The praise went straight to his heart, Megumi had no chance to catch his breath, his legs pathetically slid off Satoru's shoulders, but Satoru was close too.
He gripped Megumi's hips and they kissed as Satoru soon followed. It wasn't really kissing, too much spit, too much teeth, they were panting in each other mouth more than anything, but Megumi felt it, he heard it, he saw Satoru groan on top of him, in him, as he spilled right inside of Megumi. Satoru filled him up in a brand new way and Megumi blushed at the warmth sensation inside of him.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." Satoru moaned, long and breathless as he finally pulled out. He rolled over, not going too far, collapsing to Megumi's side. Megumi's breathing was still loud, his heart was still pounding and he blinked rapidly, staring at the ceiling.
His mind was processing what had just happened, what he could have, and finally a smirk crossed his face as he looked down. It was a sticky white mess on his and Satoru's chest and he could feel some of Satoru's spend leak out of him. Mess couldn't even describe it. And yet, slowly, every part of him was exhausted, he scooted even closer to Satoru.
"So we're going to do this every day, hmm?" He repeated Satoru's words, in a mocking tone. Only to watch as Satoru, the one who was older here and with the most experienced blushed.
"I said that, didn't I?"
And then he proceeded to hide his face in Megumi's neck.
Megumi laughed even more.
Yeah, he thought, arms finding Satoru's shoulder, they were going to do that every day from now on.