#yuuji;

[xitadori]

pink camellia -- one

summary: your best friend helps you through a heartbreak the only way he knows how.

pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader, slight megumi fushiguro x f!reader

tags: all characters are young adults, comfort, fluff, unrequited crush/breakup, friends to lovers, pining, sunshine yuuji, slightly jealous yuuji, mention of nobara x maki

wc: 2.6k

Most would say Yuuji Itadori was kind of an airhead. Naive, to a fault, and maybe a little bit of a puppy dog. You adored this about him, though, finding comfort in his kind and compassionate nature the moment you first met years ago. Even now, as he juggles an absurd amount of takeout bags into his apartment, you manage a smile at the utter ray of sunshine babbling away about whatever movie he'd picked for the night.

"The second one was way better, but the first one is a classic, so you can't knock it." Yuuji kicks the door closed behind him and deposits all four bags of greasy food onto his kitchen table.

You find yourself eyeing the arrangement, a twinkle of amusement in your gaze. "Got enough food, Yu?"

He grins, that smile shooting off at a thousand watts. "Enough for me. Where's yours?"

Him. Megumi Fushiguro. A friend of Yuuji's, and someone you've had a curious eye on since your introduction a few weeks ago.

Yuuji's shining smile falters just the slightest as he takes in your expression. He scratches the side of his nose with a finger before pocketing both hands -- a little nervous habit. "Yeah, I invited him. He said he might be busy, but he'd let me know," he tries to keep his tone casual. He's being honest at the very least; he did invite Megumi, and he was given a very noncommittal answer in reply; there's just a few details you don't exactly need to know about.

Yuuji's shining smile falters just the slightest as he takes in your expression. He scratches the side of his nose with a finger before pocketing both hands -- a little nervous habit. "Yeah, I invited him. He said he might be busy, but he'd let me know," he tries to keep his tone casual. He's being honest at the very least; he did invite Megumi, and he was given a very noncommittal answer in reply; there's just a few details you don't exactly need to know about.

He watches you nod, watches your faux nonchalant smile twitch just a bit. "Cool, that's fine. Maybe next time."

You're clearly disappointed and trying not to show it. Yuuji's chest twists at the sight. "But, hey! More food for us! Plus, Megumi's pretty boring to watch movies with. He hates it when I talk."

"But how else are we going to guess what happens at the end?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

So, you continue your movie night, stuffing your faces and giggling to yourselves for a few hours, just like you always do.

He's not an idiot. A little slow to the catch sometimes, maybe, but Yuuji Itadori knows what he's looking at, and for some reason, he doesn't like it.

There's stars in your eyes as you all watch Megumi on his turn to bowl. The neon lights surrounding your group shine off of his inky dark hair, his pale skin, making him look more modelesque than needed. He steadies his aim, arm bent, before unfurling and rolling the ball down the lane with a good amount of power behind it. If Yuuji didn't know better, he'd say his friend was showing off.

Except, he does. He knows more than he lets on.

The ball slaps against the pins, sending them flying every which way noisily. Your group cheers his strike like drunken idiots, or maybe unsupervised children, because there's endless giggles at a table that hasn't seen a drop of alcohol yet. Megumi returns to the table with a rather stale expression. "You're gonna win at this rate," you say, your lips curled up into a smile once he takes his spot directly across from you. Yuuji looks between you both, his eyes wide and curious.

Megumi hums at you and takes a sip of his soda. "You guys just need to get better." And you roll your eyes, much too similar to how you respond when he says something you laugh at and label stupid.

"Sorry we're not all experts at Wii Bowling." Maki remarks from further down the table. Nobara, with a mouth full of nachos, smacks her girlfriend's leg with mirth under the table.

Yuuji doesn't regret introducing you to his friends. You've all formed a unit, strangely unbreakable, and he adores how happy you've become in their presence. He does, however, find himself watching your interactions a little closer than he probably should -- at least around some of them.

Not to be weird, or anything. He just cares about you. And your feelings. Like a good friend. That's all.

"It's your turn, Yuuji." Your finger prodding into his side pulls Yuuji back to reality. He's been staring at Megumi for longer than socially acceptable, who stares back, expression unreadable under those stupidly long eyelashes.

Right, bowling.

The night ends with Megumi winning by a landslide, with Maki pulling up second and you third. Nobara and Yuuji, sharing a braincell, barely scraped themselves into triple digits. He doesn't mind losing -- especially if it means being able to watch the way your eyes crinkle at the corners, laughing as he moonwalks his way up the lane, only to throw a horrendous gutterball. Making you laugh is probably one of his favorite things. It feels like you have a special sort of laugh, just for him and the stupid things he does, always willing to make himself a clown if it meant he could be gifted with that sound.

Which is probably why it feels so odd, hearing you giggle behind him as you all trek to the parking lot. Yuuji turns his head to listen in.

You chose to hang back behind the group, side by side with Megumi. Megumi's looking away to the side, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. But you're busy laughing, a tiny little bell-like sound that feels so different from the boisterous chorus Yuuji gets.

His long legs stop moving on their own.

"Man, I'm beat," Yuuji throws his arms into the air to pair with a yawn. He hopes it doesn't look too forced. By now, he's in step with the both of you, falling to your unoccupied side like it's his assigned spot. "Ready to head home?" he goes to fish his keys out of his pocket, looking at you with a gentle smile.

You meet his gaze, something like a plea in your eyes.

"Thank you, Yu, but I think Megumi's going to take me home."

Before he can respond, Nobara and Maki call out their goodbyes from their car.

"Night, losers!"

"Hon, you lost."

"But I won in spirit."

Yuuji, throat tight, musters a smile to toss at them. "Goodnight!" you and he call out at once, making you giggle to yourself. For a split second, Yuuji looks over you to meet eyes with Megumi, who simply stares back. "Anyways," Yuuji clears his throat and darts his gaze away, suddenly feeling foreign in his skin, "are you sure? You're probably exhausted from beating us so badly."

You smack his arm. "Hey, I got third, Mr. Last Place."

Yuuji's very aware of the pointed look in your eye. He chooses to pretend it goes over his head.

"It's no problem. It's on the way to my place anyways." Megumi replies, and for the first time in their friendship, Yuuji finds himself hating the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, I know." he says flatly.

You glance between the two, caught in a wall of bodies. The night air was nippy just a moment ago -- now it feels thick, like you have to choke it down. "I had a lot of fun, thanks for bringing me Yuuji!" You decide to chirp, hoping to move along from this strange interaction. The warmth from your friend's firm torso bleeds through your own clothes as you hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. Soft cotton greets your cheek and you give Yuuji a squeeze that he returns instantly.

"Yeah, me too." Yuuji smiles again, chin perched atop your head. He watches Megumi unlock his phone as he begins to slowly wander toward his car, away from the both of you. "Text me when you get home, okay?" He says next, a little more quietly than before.

"Alright, alright. What are you, my dad?" Comes your playful reply, peeling yourself out of his arms with a smirk. He lets himself enjoy the look on your face a little bit longer before letting you go, letting you get into Megumi's passenger's seat (he didn't even hold the door open for you. what the hell?) and letting you get on with your night, whatever you had planned.

You don't end up texting him that night, and he's assuming you just fell asleep, but it doesn't stop him from waiting until he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer.

He wants to say he wasn't expecting this. He wishes he didn't feel a weight lift off of his shoulders once he heard your voice through the speaker, so sad and dejected, because what kind of friend does that make him? A bad one, a selfish one. Still, Yuuji listens as you ask him to come over, your tone so tearful he could wring out his phone and form a puddle on his floor.

"I'm on my way. I'm just gonna make a stop first," and when he says your name, he hopes you feel his heart squeezing like he can.

It's been, what, a month of you and Megumi seeing each other, and he already broke your heart? Yuuji sighs all alone in his car. Light traffic allows him a little bit of time to think about things in the space between the supermarket and your apartment.

He doesn't mean to knock his friend, even in the privacy of his own mind. Yuuji might feel... some type of way... about you two, together, but in the end, you're both some of his closest friends. And as one of his closest friends, Yuuji knows Megumi isn't exactly... emotionally available for a relationship at the moment. At least, not for what you have in mind for one.

Yuuji knows you're a hopeless romantic. You crave intimacy, compassion, the purest forms of love he can imagine -- he knows you're bursting with it, ready to give out as much as you can, and it absolutely kills him that the person you chose to give it to was someone who couldn't appreciate it.

His grip on the steering wheel tightens as he tosses it all around in his head. Sure, Megumi's handsome, Yuuji will openly admit that. He has the perfect skin and the shiny hair and the million mile eyelashes and that dumb smoldering gaze women seem to go crazy for. But Megumi's far too aloof for his own good. And yours, apparently.

If Yuuji's a puppy dog, then Megumi Fushiguro's a cat. One of those elderly ones that sits in the window all day.

The comparison makes him smile, even just for a moment, before he glances over to the goodies he purchased for the night. Your favorite snacks, some drinks, and a plastic wrapped bouquet, sitting daintily in the passenger's seat with the seatbelt locked securely around them.

Yuuji loves Megumi. But he loves you in a different sort of way, even if he can't pinpoint how just yet.

He can't waste any more time. Yuuji pulls into the parking lot and nearly jogs to your door, his comfy sweats falling a little without an extra hand to hold them.

Your face is swollen, tired, sore from the crying you haven't been able to stop for a while. Some part of you feels ridiculous being so upset over such a short relationship -- or was it more of a fling? -- either way, it feels a little juvenile, but the ache in your chest hurts all the same. It eases a little with the sound of a rhythmic knock against your door. And, within seconds of you swinging that door open, your heart stops dead in it's pitiful tracks.

Yuuji's bent, gray sweats caught around his knees, with an insurmountable pile of grocery bags shoved into one arm. Candy bars are slowly trickling out of his grasp and into a heap on the floor. A bouquet of some sweet smelling pink flowers is nudged between his teeth. His bronze eyes are blown wide when you catch them, and Yuuji mutters something along the lines of help me, but you can't do anything; you're too busy trying to catch your breath, and your balance, leaning against the doorframe for much needed support.

"Yu-- you're so ridiculous," you're crying again, but it's laughter wracking your shoulders now, and from his halved position below, his heart soars. "C'mon, gimme some of these. Get inside before someone calls the cops or something."

Yuuji came prepared. You now have enough sweets to last you until next Halloween, soda that will happily rot your teeth out, and... a bouquet. A beautiful, bright bundle of flowers that you've decided to set on your coffee table in a pretty little vase. "These are gorgeous, what are they?" Gently, you thumb over a rounded petal, marveling at how silky smooth it feels.

Your friend grows a little warm in the face as he sits down. "Um, pink... carmels? No... camellias. The lady at the store said, uh... they're supposed to mean that someone is special to you." Yuuji smiles through the weird tickly feeling in his tummy. Is it so wrong to buy your female friend some flowers, knowing she would love them and that her emo ex boyfriend probably never bothered to when he had the chance?

"You're always such a sweetheart."

"I just wanted to make you feel better. I'm sorry about Megumi," he scratches the side of his nose and avoids your gaze as you sit next to him, clad in pajama pants and a hoodie you stole from his closet ages ago, "what, uh, happened between you? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want, though."

A sigh squeezes out of you like the way you squeeze the pillow to your chest. "He said we would be better off as friends. He was nice about it and all, but... it was just like... out of nowhere." Your eyes fall from Yuuji's face to his hands, which fiddle with a bag of skittles in his lap. "It really sucks. I liked him a lot, Yuuji."

He'd do anything to tear that sad look off your face and throw it into the trash.

"I know, I'm sorry," Yuuji dips his head, almost out of respect, "but maybe it is better this way, y'know? You guys gave it a shot at least. Now you know, and the what-ifs won't bother you anymore."

Every once in a while, just the right combination of words tumble out of Yuuji's mouth that makes a little bit too much sense. He rolls his own advice over in his head as he watches you slowly nod in response.

"Maybe you're right."

Maybe he is. And maybe that's what's been bothering him about this whole situation.

What if?

What if, just maybe...

Yuuji shoves a handful of skittles in his mouth. He chews and chews until he can speak around the candy mountain between his jaws. "I thought you guys were kind of a weird pair anyways." he mutters.

You're about to dig into a bag of gummies when you hum back. "Y'think so?"

"Definitely. Megumi's so..." he droops his shoulders, forcing a deep frown. Yuuji flutters his eyelashes and shoots you a pensive look. "Itadori, don't eat that hotdog off the ground, you don't know where it's been. Itadori, quit spending all your change on claw machines, they're rigged anyway. Itadori--"

"Enough, enough," the floodgate bursts open, releasing a torrent of giggles you didn't know still knocked around inside your gutted chest. "No more Megumi, I want Yuuji back."

The smile that grows on his face could almost split him in half.

Between you, a vase of pink camellias sit. And between you, Yuuji knows exactly how he feels.

[crumplstiltskin]

🛹

[kcokaine]

My copium au where they get to grow up

[juniperarts]

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[tiramisooooh]

my fave duo is back 🥹

[parientou]

They embarrass him

[wolke17]

this is so fucking funny

[riritzuu]

the trio <3

[liyrical]

lets just ignore canon for a bit longer

[nessieartss]

big bro sukuna because im a sucker for sibling au

Part 2 | Part 3

[crumplstiltskin]

he thinks he's gonna eat him

[daemontargaryenwhore]

that's why Gojo made Yuji's uniform like that

[moechies]

imagine best friend yuuji asking you to teach him how to eat pussy

“y-yuuji! you can’t jus’ lick me like that!”

“why not? how can i know how to do it if i don’t try it out?”

the blush on your face becomes more evident, your hand on his forehead as an attempt to push him away.

“fuc- fine, just- you have to listen okay? don’t lick me randomly!”

he nods his head, smiling out an “mhm!” with his face laid on your propped up thigh. fuck, you hate to admit it, but seeing such an innocent man, your best friend between your thighs took a bigger toll on you than you would’ve thought. you can’t exactly tell if your churning stomach is from the pleasure that he has brought upon you, or the possibility that you may have feelings for your best friend.

you reach down with two fingers to your cunt, pressing on your sensitive bud,

“h-here, this is the clit. pay a-attention to it.. because ‘s really s-sensitive, ‘nd it feels good..”

he stares down so intently, it makes you feel nervous.

“mkay!”

is all he says with a stupid grin, and before you have a chance to move your fingers, you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. he begins to circle the bud, lightly sucking it. he feels your body shiver, eliciting a gasp from you at the same time?

“s so sweet.. you’re so sweet..”

he doesn’t stop when he speaks. instead, he continues to lap at your cunt, his face evidently beginning to get wet from the mix of your slick and his saliva.

“y-yuuji! s-slow down..! ‘m gon-gonna cum too quick if you keep going..!”

but no, he doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t stop. instead you feel his tongue slip into your cunt, sneakily bringing his hand up to your clit rubbing it softly.

“yuuji m c-cummin’!”

fuck he’s in heaven. he perks his head up from your cunt, his grinding on the surface of your bed begins to slow. he pants with a smile on his face, using the back of his hand to wipe some of your spilt cum off his face, just to lick it back up.

he loves your fucked out face, you’re so cute. you’re panting just as hard as him, hands planted on both sides of yourself to hold yourself steady after your orgasm.

“did i do goo-“

“y-yuuji! this isn’t your first time!”

you lightly backhand his head back and forth, causing his head to twist left and right a couple times before he catches your hand with his,

“of course it is!”

“no it not!”

“yes it is!”

[hinamie]

10 years later

[kadarafink]

Gege... When I catch you Gege...

There is no new chapter, it was just a bad dream. In reality, everything is fine and bros are hanging out together