expectantly at itadori, trying to survey a reaction.
did he go to far? a dinner date on valentine’s day wasn’t out of the blue, right?
megumi’s teeth chewed on his cheek as he waited, door clicking shut and locked behind him. ]
[ smiling inwardly, fushiguro hugged the flowers tight to his chest whilst his other hand clasped around itadori’s, tugging him back towards the rooms. they weren’t far, and he had thankfully not locked his door this time around. ]
i know i didn’t have to. and i wouldn’t
➥
for two.
megumi’s ears her hot, reddening with each heartbeat that passed. ]
i- uh- i made those meatballs you taught me how to make. i figured a dinner with just us two would be nice. that isn’t all, though, but you can get the rest later.
[ blue and green eyes looked
➥
[ he yawns, black coffee in hands. it obviously isn’t helping, given the sunken expression and darkened bags under his eyes. he’s exhausted, leaning against the back of the couch as he swirls the cup of coffee, staring absently into it. ]
[ despite the flustered feeling and annoying butterflies that seemed to blossom in his stomach, he kept that simple stoic expression, but his green and blue eyes betrayed the genuine adoration he felt at the gesture. ]
really .ᐣ for me .ᐣ i really wasn’t expecting
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anything . . . they’re really beautiful, itadori . how did you know i liked roses .ᐣ
[ nimble fingers wrapped around the bouquet and he sniffed the delicate flowers before drawing back, his own eyes glinting. ]
don’t think i didn’t get you something . come on, your gift
➥
[ raising an eyebrow, he looks yuji up and down slowly. ]
happy valentine’s day, itadori… what are you up to?
[ he’s suspicious, but doesn’t expect anything malicious either way ]