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itadori yuuji was a normal 17 year-old high school boy with a normal 17 year-old high school life. he was good at math but bad at english, he loved reading manga and watching movies, and he had a lot of friends. he was the dependable class president that the whole school could count on. he was basically perfect.
so how did he end up falling for their school’s trouble-student, fushiguro megumi? sitting a few seats to the right and up two, he was sitting by the window, completely and utterly bored by the teacher’s lecture, unlike him who was diligently taking notes to study for upcoming exams. it was a surprise he was even here, most of the time, he didn’t even bother showing up. if he kept going at this rate, he might never graduate high school.
fushiguro was the complete opposite of itadori, and even so, he couldn’t help but admire him like astronomers do with the stars. itadori was the painter and fushiguro was his muse. he was so out-of-his-mind in love with fushiguro.
just looking at him made itadori’s heart skip a beat, like in shoujo mangas when the protagonist feels a “ba-thump” in their chest and they question why their heart was doing that. itadori sighed. he was living in his own shoujo manga, a twisted, cruel one where his love interest turned out to be a delinquent.
itadori had fallen for fushiguro the second he laid eyes on him. fushiguro had transferred here at the beginning of their second-year, and he had made quite the impression on everybody. with spiky, uncontrollable hair, piercing midnight eyes, an unkept uniform, and a bunch of piercings on his ear, it wasn’t a surprise that everybody was immediately terrified of him; everybody but itadori.
in itadori’s case, the first thing he thought to himself was how cool fushiguro looked. sure, he was intimidated, but that only piqued itadori’s interest more. he seemed scary, but anybody with that kind of appearance and aura had a story to tell, and itadori wanted to hear it more than anything.
unfortunately for itadori though, every time he tried to talk to fushiguro, something would come up or he just wasn’t at school. it was now the beginning of their third-year, and itadori hasn’t been able to talk to him at all. he was on the verge of giving up, he really wanted to, but his grandpa had always told him to keep going no matter what, so itadori took his words to heart and kept trying. though, this probably wasn’t what his grandpa meant. either way, itadori went along with it. he had to keep trying.
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a week had passed and nothing. itadori couldn’t even get a word in before being interrupted by someone or something. it might’ve been for the best though, seeing as he had no idea what he was going to talk about with him, he just wanted to talk.
who knew being the protagonist of a shoujo manga was so tiring? no wonder kugisaki was always complaining about the characters not getting together and freaking out when they just held hands. man, if he could just talk to the guy, he’d react the same way.
itadori sighed. it was no use racking his brain for a solution now when he was so incredibly burnt out by everything. it seemed silly anyway that he was getting so worked up over a guy that he hasn’t even spoken to.
the bell rang and he got up from his desk and headed for the vending machine at the back of the school. he desperately needed something sweet to keep him from passing out. he also didn’t really want to go home. not that he had a bad home life, but his brothers were a handful that he really didn’t feel like dealing with.
as he walked out of the classroom, students and teachers alike greeted him, and he greeted them back with a smile. but his smile was so fake, it could destroy the ocean and its marine life and more.
“itadori-kun!” a teacher called out. it was gojo-sensei walking next to geto-sensei. they were always together, so there were rumors of them dating, and they weren’t wrong, but no way they would come out and admit it. eventually, the rumors had died down due to lack of response, so everybody forgot about it and moved onto something else to gossip about. itadori however had caught them making out in the storage closet, so he knew the truth; he really wished he didn’t though.
“hey, sensei! you need something?” itadori asked, praying to every single god out there that he didn’t. he loved gojo and geto-sensei, but he was so tired that he was ready to pass out right in the middle of the hallway.
“nothing really, just wondering how you are!” gojo beamed brightly. if his hair and eyes weren’t flashy enough, his smile certainly was.
itadori had to hold back a frown. “i’m doing good! school’s fine right now.”
geto-sensei nodded. “that’s good to hear.”
“exactly what we expected from our star student!” gojo-sensei chimed in. then, a sly grin crept up on his face. “i saw you getting confessed to yesterday during lunch. how’d that go, you guys dating now or what?”
“don’t ask our students about that kind of stuff!” geto-sensei elbowed gojo-sensei in the stomach, earning a slight groan of discomfort from him. “have a good rest of your day, itadori-kun. we shall see you tomorrow."
itadori internally blessed geto-sensei and prayed that he would win the lottery. he smiled at them and waved goodbye, hoping that there weren’t going to be any more hindrances. as he walked off, he could hear geto-sensei nitpicking at gojo’s behavior, to which he only ignored and claimed that he was being too uptight.
it was confusing as to how they got along, but it also made sense in a way. itadori shook his head. no matter how cute they were, it was never going to make up for what he saw. he shuddered at the thought.
once itadori arrived, he picked a strawberry drink from the vending machine and slumped against the wall with a quiet sigh. he was exhausted, why did he have to be the school’s model student? he sighed again. it technically was his fault for working so hard and wanting to be liked by everybody, but being so high on the status-quo was a pain. how did kugisaki deal with this everyday?
“ah, fuck!” a voice from around the corner cursed loudly. itadori knew that voice, he knew it very well: it was fushiguro!
trying not to draw attention to himself, itadori stealthy stuck his head around the corner and peeked at fushiguro. it probably looked really creepy to other people, but nobody was around so he didn’t care. and just like before, itadori felt that “ba-thump” sound in his heart again.
fushiguro was petting a stray cat as gently and calmly as he could. he made sure to be careful, not wanting to hurt it. but no matter how hard he tried, the cat would always end up hissing and scratching him to which fushiguro reacted with a glare and a pout. but after a while, the cat finally cooled down and let fushiguro pet him.
it looked kind of weird because of fushiguro’s rough, bad-boy exterior, but to itadori, it was the cutest thing he had ever seen, and he made sure to take a million mental images. itadori smiled and giggled to himself. he was probably the only one who knew about this, and knowing so warmed his heart.
“what are you doing here? you spying on me or somethin’?”