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warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, fluff, a little angst in the backstory, stsg mentioning (canon flirting honestly), first kisses. synopsis: you isolate yourself to the music room of Jujutsu Technical College on a rainy day, planning to wallow in your lost dreams of fame.

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You dream of a sold out stadium, hundreds of thousands of fans cheering and singing along to lyrics you have written, all eyes on you as you perform your latest songs. The rush would be incredible, a feeling of euphoria that's impossible to be replicated. Knowing— seeing how many lives you've touched and changed in unimaginable ways, connected to all these people with the power of music.

Instead, you're sat in front of a grand piano watching raindrops beat against the window, trying desperately to avoid your real life responsibilities as a sorcerer.

Fingers press down on the keys lazily, holding the note to drown out the doom and gloom of your situation. Whenever life gets tough you always fall back into the fantasy, a world you'll never see. It was like a second home in your mind when you were a kid, bouncing around the foster system until you were picked up by Jujutsu Tech, no one ever understood you nor did they care enough to try. All you wanted was to be normal, to live the same life as anyone else your age, reach for the stars in the hopes to make your lifelong dreams of being a musician come true. Hell, you'd take being a music teacher or some kind of background job if you couldn't be in the limelight. Anything that would allow you to fill your life with music and instruments. Sadly, you're forced to work and use your unique abilities as a jujutsu sorcerer to rid the world of dangerous curses and hope you don't die in the process.

As selfish as it is, you don't care to fight curses. Those are the cards you've been dealt and no one wanted you because of your unique ability; even when you begun to hide it, there was still something about you that families didn't care for. As grateful you are to be in a safe and stable environment at the school, it hinders your dreams.

You blink and reality begins to set in again; the grey shadows against the walls from the miserable weather, a small chill of the cold winds breaking into the building, the guilt over hiding from your responsibilities.

Your hands move on their own accord, playing something off of the top of your head. Whatever feels right at the time, a way to express your emotions through the notes, something you've never been good at doing the old fashioned way. Talking is hard but communicating everything you feel through an instrument is much easier. You wish to fly but you're tied down by the chains at your feet, they keep you grounded and obedient, watching as your dream slowly begins to vanish in the distance.

Suguru hears the piano as soon as he enters the building. Assigned to look for you by Yaga, he had a funny feeling he knew where you'd be after your dorm room turned up empty. The music room is only ever used by you — it was built for you after all the begging and noise that disrupted other students in the dorms. He'll never forget the bright smile or the shine in your eyes when the designated room was finished, or how you spent every waking moment playing the piano. It's clear your passion lies in music and it was the moment Suguru realised just how much he wants to see that look on your face everyday.

The tune makes a home in his chest, notes surrounding his heart and tugging on the strings. He feels the emotions being conveyed through such a delicate tune, the somber tone that echoes through the hall. Suguru creeps towards the music room, remaining quiet so as not to spook you. The door is open ever so slightly, giving him an easy view of your back at the piano. He slots himself between the sliding door and frame, leaning with his hands in his pockets, watching as you play entirely unaware of his presence.

Your hands seem to move with ease, not a single key out of place or hesitancy. It's as though you knew this piece by heart, that you're an expert and you've played these notes thousands of times before. The song speaks to him, though he can't be sure why — the beauty of music is that it can resonate with everyone differently, still connecting them through a mutual enjoyment.

When the keys begin to fade off, Suguru says, "Can I join you?"

The once quiet and peaceful room is suddenly shrouded with the sound of A0 bouncing menacingly off the walls. You panicked hearing Suguru behind you, your heart and body jumping, grabbing onto the piano for leverage.

Turning around you try to relax your racing heart. "How long have you been there?" Playing something like that is so incredibly vulnerable to you. It feels as though you were exposing your soul through the music — you didn't anticipate an audience to see you bare all.

For a moment there's a flash of surprise on Suguru's face, worried about your reaction but it quickly melts into a sweet and innocent smile. "Not long," He steps into the room towards you, "That song was beautiful, did you write it?"

You try and soften your features as you shake your head. "Not exactly."

You've performed for the other students and alumni at the school over the years but those are controlled, you know people are watching and listening to you, you don't have to show them parts of you that you don't want them to see. It's almost embarrassing knowing Suguru heard any of that — as though he could see right through you now.

"I was just playing whatever came to mind." You explain briefly, turning back to the piano and trying not to let the anxiety consume your already weary heart.

Suguru hums but he doesn't poke the wound, instead he says, "Can you teach me?"

For a moment you look surprised, making him wonder if he'd said something wrong — until you nod quickly and shuffle on the stool to give him room. While the stool is quite long, Suguru still sits almost on the edge with your hips and thighs pressed flush to one another. It sends sparks throughout your body, missing the way he smiles softly and the dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"What do you know already about playing the piano?"

"Not much," He traces his fingers over the keys, "My family didn't care much for music."

You smile pitifully towards your lap and try to remember when you first learned how to play as a kid. It's difficult trying to think of the basics that are instinctual to you, but are integral steps to learn in playing for someone with zero experience. Fingers spread over the keys, you play a couple of simple notes in a short melody, something slow that should be easy to keep up with. "Now you try."

He's unsure and it shows in the way he tries to place his hands like yours once were. You return to the keys you'd played, hovering your hands over the white teeth and watching as violet eyes check your placement before comparing and adjusting his own. Being on a different part of the keyboard, Suguru's tune was bound to sound different to yours, but it wasn't correct for his first try.

"Spread your fingers out a little more." You instruct and spread your fingers further for emphasis. Pressing the keys even slower this time, you count aloud with each press. "One, two, three…"

This time is a little better, though he is a little heavy handed in the way he presses the keys — almost like he's trying to break the piano in the process. You giggle and Suguru feels his heart begin to soar at the sound, unable to stop the goofy smile that spreads across his face as he looks over at you. "Was that not good?"

"You're slamming the keys; relax a little, like this—"

You're in his space, moreso than before, with your hands gently laid on top of his. So much smaller in comparison, your palm rests over his knuckles just to reach the tips of his fingers with your own. It was so casual the way you moved over him and Suguru was hoping you don't feel the slight shake of his hands in excitement.

"One, two, three…" You count, pressing his fingers down with your own as guidance. Much more gentle, melodic and natural.

Your intention was to teach him, completely unaware of how intimate this position was. When you came to, you pulled away as quickly yet naturally as you could, hoping he didn't notice how quickly your palms had begun to sweat. Clearing your throat of the lump that had formed there, you take a breath and praise him quietly before quickly moving on to another tune.

It wasn't much more complicated than the last, but Suguru puposely messes it up. The first few times you try and help guide him without touching him, though you couldn't decide if he was playing with you or not — especially not when he was smiling and laughing as you playfully scolded him.

Eventually, you give in and lay your hands over his again, counting as you press his fingers; Suguru wasn't paying attention to the piano, rather, his head was turned to look at you. It takes a second for you to realise, looking up at him when he doesn't respond to something you'd said. Your cheeks instantly heat up in embarrassment from both the proximity of your faces and your cluelessness.

The small smirk that tugs on his lips makes your heart stop beating.

It feels like time has stopped, his face moving in so slowly towards you that you can't be sure if it's you or him that's moving. Suguru's hot breath fans over your lips and you find yourself eager to steal it.

"Can I kiss you?"

A stupid question, you think — even stupider is the way you have to supress yourself from screaming 'yes!' You're trying to be subtle and cool about it, but you hands are sweating and likely shaking from adrenaline and they're still laid atop of his, completely blowing your non-chalant cover. Because your voice will fail you, you hum in response.

Suguru's lips are sweet and soft. As though they were meant just for you, you slot together like puzzle pieces. Nothing could even begin to match the overwhelming and delicate sensation of his lips on yours. Sparks of excitement tear through you and suddenly everything is okay. Your past is to be forgotten, your pesent isn't ideal but this moment makes up for it tenfold — you feel like you can conquor anything in the future as long as Suguru can kiss you like this.

The kiss doesn't last as long as you'd have liked (forever) and you force yourself to remain cool and casual about the kiss, despite the childlike grin that's spread across your face, and the fact you can hardly look him in the eye. You hope your flushed cheeks arent as noticable as they feel. Such a special and sweet moment that will be cherished by you both, if only it weren't ruined moments later.

There's a gagging noise that tears the pair of you from the dream-like state you resided in, Gojo calls attention to himself from the doorway of the music room. Leaning between the doorframe and half open door, he leans his upper body through the door and wears a scowl of annoyance. Glasses hanging down his tilted head, those playful blue eyes give away his act.

"Break it up love birds! Suguru is my partner in crime, only." Gojo barks, "And I'm not willing to share with anyone."

Your flushed face grows hotter in embarrassment of being caught sharing your first kiss with Suguru. While there are worse people to catch you both — Utahime comes to mind — Gojo is the king of making a big deal from nothing.

"Stop being so jealous," Suguru teases, sliding his hands from beneath yours and you realise you'd remained intertwined the whole time.

"I'm not jealous." Gojo huffs as he storms into the room, practically dragging Suguru out of the stool beside you. "I was worried the strongest duo would be split up when we have a mission."

Suguru furrows his brows in confusion, not bothering to pull away from his best friends hand around his arm. "We don't have a mission today — unless it's an emergency."

"It is an emergency." Gojo grins. "I need to go eat ice cream, and you," He points a slender finger towards Suguru, "Need to come with me."

You release the breath you'd been holding, worried that an emergency mission would somehow include you too. It's not often you're sent on missions with them, but Yaga has been known to do so as punishment.

Suguru playfully pushes Gojo's shoulder. "Get ice cream by yourself, or do you need me to hold your hand?"

"Would you kindly?" Gojo responds, holding his hand out and you feel like the third wheel of this relationship.

"Have you guys finished flirting? I have practise." You lie, but you aren't interested in watching the man who just kissed you proceed to play around with his friend in front of you.

Gojo takes the hint easily, running out of the room after Suguru confirmed he would go help him get some ice cream despite the rainy weather. He remains for a moment beside the stool, almost bashful as he says, "Would you be willing to teach me more tomorrow?"

It's obvious he isn't suggesting the brief piano lessons.

"Yeah," You bite your lip and giggle, "I can teach you."

When Suguru finally leaves the music room, closing the door behind him, you wait for a few seconds to ensure he'd made his way down the hall to catch up with Gojo. Then, you practically slam your hands onto various keys of the piano and squeal with elation.

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