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“I have a date today!” Yuuji happily announces as he sits on the floor or Fushiguro’s room. He’s so excited he starts humming a song he once heard in one of Jennifer Lawrence’s movies.
Kugisaki told him the girl looked like Jennifer, although she also told him not to ruin it because she was one of her friends in middle school.
He starts thinking about what he is going to wear for his date, but shakes his head and makes a mental note to ask for Kugisaki’s help instead. Yuuji is so busy in his own mind he doesn’t realize Fushiguro hasn’t talked since he said he was going to go on a date.
Suddenly, the boy with dark hair kneels in front of Yuuji, trying to get his undivided attention.
There’s something weird about Fushiguro’s expression, but Yuuji is not sure what it is.
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?” The pink haired boy asks in confusion, tilting his head to the side. His friend’s eyes only turn even more dark. If it wasn’t because they’re very good friends, Yuuji would feel a little bit intimidated by that look.
“Why do you want to date her, what’s so great about this girl? What do you like about her?”
“Well… I don’t know,” Yuuji smiles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m going to meet her today. But Kugisaki said she looks like Jennifer Lawrence!”
“You shouldn’t go on a date with someone you don’t know.” Fushiguro scolds him, looking a little bit irritated.
Yuuji chuckles, shaking his head.
“I mean thanks for worrying about me, man, but if I don’t start doing this then I won’t be dating anyone!”
Fushiguro’s lips part slightly, like he’s considering his next words, however he stops himself before actually saying anything and instead shakes his head.
“You’ll regret it.”
Yuuji chuckles, finally realizing what’s going on with his friend. He puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him closer to him.
“Are you jealous, Fushiguro?” He says, smiling triumphantly when his friend goes all stiff and turns slightly pink. “Don’t worry, we can tell Kugisaki to introduce you to another girl next!”
“No. I’m not interested,” he narrows his eyes, but leans closer to Yuuji when the pink haired boy pouts. “Don’t worry about me.”
***
Nobara is going to kill Itadori; she has no idea how he managed to scare off one of her most patient and kind friends she’s ever had. What did he have to do in order for her to send her a message about not wanting to see any of them again?
Sure, she wasn’t Nobara’s best friend, but she was great company to go shopping with.
Pissed, she storms into Itadori’s room without knocking first and finds the pink haired boy curled up on his own bed and resting his head all over Fushiguro’s lap.
Fushiguro is patiently and lovingly running his fingers through Itadori’s hair and even though he’s not exactly smiling, Nobara knows him enough to be certain he’s enjoying every second of it.
“What did you do, Itadori?” She hisses, trying not to feel pity; yes, Itadori looks miserable, but it’s probably his fault.
“I don’t know!” He pouts, leaning closer to Fushiguro. “She didn’t even show up!”
Oh. Then maybe it’s not Itadori’s fault after all. Although the situation is even more weird now.
“She wasn’t worth your time,” Fushiguro says, doing a terrible job at looking like he’s genuinely sorry for his friend, but he’s lucky Itadori can’t see his subtle smile from where he is.
But Nobara can. She had talked about it with Fushiguro before, but the boy doesn’t seem to understand that’s not good to have a crush on his straight best friend. Well, they’re not 100% sure Itadori’s straight because who knows with a dumb, golden hearted guy like him, but he certainly talks about girls.
However, Fushiguro is infuriatingly stubborn and Nobara has the terrible suspicion that what he feels about Itadori is not a simple crush.
Which can make things complicated, but Nobara is not going to focus on that at the moment.
One thing at a time.
“Listen, I can get you another date with someone else,” Nobara offers, because no matter how ridiculous and dumb Itadori is, she truly likes him and doesn’t want to see him hurt. He’s like a kicked, sad puppy and she’s not that heartless.
Itadori immediately perks up and even though he looks adorable, it’s not enough to dustract her from the glare Fushiguro sends in her direction. She would’ve been intimidated if it wasn’t because she knows Fushiguro likes to be dramatic.
“Ouch! Fushiguro, let me go!” Itadori grimaces when he tries to get up, but the fingers on his hair curl into a strong grip.
“I’m sorry,” the other boy mumbles, looking like he truly is sorry for a moment. He reluctantly lets go of Itadori’s hair so the boy can rush towards Nobara and pull her into a hug.
Fushiguro glares at her again, but this time his expression manages to send a shiver through her spine.
***
Yuuji feels absolutely terrible; this time the girl not only didn’t show up, she also sent him a message telling him she didn’t want to see him.
Fushiguro finds him on the couch, sits next to him and hands him a bottle of ice cream that Yuuji takes immediately.
“Thank you.”
“What happened?”
“She doesn’t want to see me,” he pouts, allowing Fushiguro to sit him on his lap. He’s way stronger than he looks, although not as strong as Yuuji himself.
“Then she’s not worth it,” his friend says, making Yuuji chuckle. Fushiguro puts a hand on one of his thighs and another one on his waist before pulling him even closer.
“I think I’ll stop trying to date girls for a while,” he whispers, resting his head on his friend’s shoulder.
“That’ll be for the best.”
He can’t help but pout again.
“But I really wanted to go on a date.”
“I can take you on a date,” Fushiguro immediately volunteers without hesitation.
Yuuji chuckles because even though he knows his friend is doing everything for him and has the best intentions, he’s sure it won’t be the same.
“I don’t think it’ll work.”
“Why not?”
“Because we don’t see each other like that,” Yuuji laughs because it’s so obvious that the fact that Fushiguro can’t see it is almost ridiculous.
“Oh…” the other boy grimaces like he’s in pain and Yuuji tries to move away, thinking he’s the reason, but the grip on his waist and thigh turns almost painful. “Stay.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I am,” Fushiguro nods, before leaning closer and bringing their foreheads together. “We could go on a date as… practice.”
That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
“You’re right,” he nods, agreeing immediately; Fushiguro looks really happy about it too. “Where do you want to go?”
“Wherever you want to. I’ll take you anywhere. And I’ll pay for everything, don’t worry.”
Damn, he’s already better at this than Yuuji.
“Great!”
***
“Alright, spit it out,” Nobara hisses, pushing Fushiguro into his own room so they don’t have to talk in the hallway. She knows Itadori is with Gojo so they’re safe for now. “What did you do to my friends?”
“Scared them off,” the boy with dark hair answers immediately, not even bothering to deny it.
“That’s obvious!” She huffs, trying not to show how shocked she is; the truth is that she had hoped that it was all a coincidence. “But I mean… what exactly?”
“Best if you don’t know. But I didn’t hurt them, just talked to them.”
Maybe Nobara was wrong all along; she actually doesn’t know Fushiguro that well.
“Why?”
“They’re not good for him.”
“And you are?” She snorts, crossing both arms over her chest.
“Of course,” Fushiguro says without a second thought. “I know him better than anyone. I can make him happy.”
“We don’t know if he likes–”
“He’ll like me,” Fushiguro cuts her off, looking almost feral when he says it; it scares her a little bit for a moment. “I’ll make him fall in love with me. You don’t need to worry.”
But Nobara does worry now more than ever.