A/N: Long author's note, PLEASE READ:

*clears throat*

AAAAAND STRIKE! The author has gone overboard and written over 10k instead of the planned 4k words for this chapter!!!!!! Fucking insane! (It wasn't done on purpose, I swear)

Do you all mind long chapters? I hope not. Please don't get tired of reading somewhere in the middle of the chapter. It's worth the read from start to end, I promise.

Also, this chapter is the one with the most hilarious scenes the story has to offer. Honest to God, there are scenes that had me crack up so hard, while I was writing and proofreading them.

I hope you'll find them funny, too, because else it means that my humor is ridiculously broken lolololol

Now here we go: Me, a non-partygoer writing the third party scene for this fic... Damn T_T The worst is that I have to add variety to the party scenes, else it'll be boring (i.e. it'll be boring for me to proofread lmao)

This chapter serves THREE purposes:

1) Megumi realizing that it isn't easy treating a roommate like a roommate when the person in question is... well, Yuuji (lol)

2) Showing the hilariousness of the early Itafushi dynamics (yes, we're still at the early stages of their dynamic)

3) (I won't tell, but one CAN figure it out once having finished reading this chapter hehe)

Yuuji and Megumi have a very special kind of roommate-ship/friendship, I hope I could deliver this well to you all with this chapter.

Enjoy reading!

Chapter summary: Yuuji drags Megumi to another party. Thing go unexpected... again.

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Yuuji was nothing more than a roommate to him. He was no one important to Megumi. To Yuuji, he was his friend... Megumi could live with that. The most important thing was...

Megumi had nothing to fear...

... right?

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"Do you think I'm someone who needs to be taken care of?"

Megumi breathed out an inaudible sigh, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, lowering his head until it was almost touching his desk.

Of course. Of course he shouldn't have let Yuuji know that he was on a study break right now.

Of course Yuuji would come up with literally anything to say or do, if enough time had passed in silence or if enough time had passed in which neither of them were preoccupied with something.

Megumi let out another sigh. "I don't know. And I don't care if you are or not."

Yuuji was in a flow. "It was kinda endearing, though. I mean, you taking care of me when I was hungover after that freshman party."

Megumi didn't bother asking how Yuuji had come to think about that now of all times.

"Tell me, though! Why did you do that? Why did you take care of me? You didn't have to, you know. There was no obligation." Yuuji hunched his shoulders playfully, like a girl who was talking to her crush. He was teasing Megumi. "Why did you do it? Tell me, Megs."

Yeah, why did I do it? Megumi couldn't explain it either.

"Tell me."

Megumi let his head fall onto his chest, despairing. Why should he even give Yuuji the satisfaction of giving an answer, that was closest to the truth, but which was unknown even to him? (He had most likely done it because Yuuji would be more bearable, when not whining about his headache throughout the day.) However... If Yuuji wanted to tease, Megumi would tease back.

He turned around to face his roommate. "Do you think I will finish med school successfully and become a doctor?"

"Of course!"

Megumi's tone was devoid of any emotions, when he claimed, "A doctor has to take care of people. Not in the same way as I did when you were having that hangover, but still. It's better, if I get all the experience I can get. You're my experiment, Yuuji." He said that last thing with cold confidence.

Yuuji stared at Megumi for a while. He gave a miniscule but hearty laughter. "Woah! I don't believe you. But the way you said it just now was so cool!"

Megumi rolled his eyes. He shifted his attention and was staring out of the window now, still sitting by his desk. The sun was setting and hues of red and violet were painting the sky in soft streaks.

Since the topic of medicine, taking care of people and doctors had come up, Yuuji got intrigued and wanted to continue that in one way or another. Lying down on his bed again, stomach down, he hugged his pillow, asking, "You going to have hospital visits soon? After midterms or so?"

Megumi hadn't pulled his gaze away from the window. His eyelids were fluttering, while he was trying not to roll his eyes back into his head from utter despair and annoyance. Is he seriously asking that right now? Megumi was seriously considering going back to dealing with his study material...

But he was in dire need of that study break.

"To do what?" Megumi replied, not exactly nicely, "Not understand anything a doctor is saying? Misdiagnose every single patient and possible kill them? It's only the first semester. We don't even have to go as far as talking about diagnoses. I wouldn't even be able to name most human bones yet, if I was shown one."

"We have Sukuna for that!"

'Sukuna' being the skeleton model Yuuji had bought for their room. It was actually one that was helpful for med students who had to memorize the bones. Megumi had meticulously inspected the skeleton once, when he found that out.

He left Yuuji's last statement uncommented. Instead, he insisted on something else concerning his roommate. "How often do you plan on asking weird questions? Aren't you getting tired of that? I can already tell. It won't take long and you'll come up with another silly ask."

"Like what?"

"Like that worm question, for example. And then I would have to go 'No, Yuuji. I wouldn't want to be your friend anymore, if you were a worm.' It's ridiculous. Don't ask me stuff like that."

"That worm question is something lovers usually ask each other."

"We're not lovers." Megumi stated the obvious.

Megumi hadn't noticed his mistake yet. Yuuji, however, did.

He stood up on his bed, enthusiastically pointing a finger at Megumi who had his back turned at him. "So you do see me as a friend!"

A quick shockwave rippled through Megumi's body, his heart skipped a beat as he finally realized what he'd uttered out loud just now.

He had actually referred to Yuuji as a friend.

"No, n–no, wait. I didn't mean it like that. It... slipped my tongue!" Megumi tried to build up a physical defense, raising an arm, but Yuuji was faster.

He wrapped his arms round Megumi affectionately – like a true friend – giving him a tight hug. Megumi squirmed under Yuuji, trying to get him off him. "I didn't mean it like that!"

Yuuji let go of him, smiling contently to himself. "Yeah, whatever, whatever. You can say whatever you want, Megs. This is a win for me."

Megumi had to accept that meager defeat caused by his carelessness. He grabbed his pen without actually using it. "Don't bother with me. I'm not a good friend."

Yuuji claimed easily, "Who even is inherently a good friend? I'm sure I'm not a good friend to some people out there."

That's probably because you have to many friends.

There was no use. It was better, if he just went back to his academic work. "Let me study."

Yuuji had to mention one last thing. "You and I, we're going somewhere tonight."

Megumi's hand established an iron-hard grip on the pen, as though ready to stab it into the wall. "No, we are not. Go by yourself."

"It's a party." Yuuji declared excitedly.

"Again?" Megumi said, not at all excited. He gave Yuuji an indignant look. He can't go a month without a party, huh?

"Yeah. It's Nobara's birthday party. Well, actually, her birthday was in early August, but because of fresher's week and moving into her dorm and getting used to her schedule and new life and the freshman party, she couldn't celebrate her birthday earlier."

"I don't wanna go." Megumi simply said, not bothering to elaborate.

"You have to go this time. It's Nobara's birthday. Come on. She's a friend."

Megumi's mind was working. The cogs rotating and rattling. Working on an explanation that Yuuji wouldn't be able to dissect.

First try. "You just said her birthday already passed."

Yuuji didn't accept that, acting stubbornly. "Oh, you know what I mean. It's her birthday party tonight. You have to come with me."

Megumi's eyes scanned the floor between them in circling motions as he thought of another way.

Second try. "Birthday party, you say?"

"Yes." Yuuji smiled blithely.

"I don't have a present for her. Guess I can't come with you." He shrugged his shoulders, accepting his 'loss' promptly. In a sickenly kind voice, he added, "Have fun."

Yuuji snorted. "Do you really think Nobara is like that? Also, she would rather eat shit than accept a gift from a male student. I do have one for her because I've known her long enough. If it makes you feel better, I can tell her that the gift is from both of us."

No. I doesn't make me feel better, Yuuji... Leave me alone.

Third try. "I hate – really really really hate – parties."

Obviously, Yuuji's mind was working as diligently as Megumi; however his mind was working against Megumi's. "Okay, wait. A compromise. You're going to that party with me, but you don't have to dance or drink. You can sit somewhere in a corner and take photos and videos for Nobara while the party is going on."

Megumi stayed silent. His eyes darted from Yuuji's to the floor between them again. He chewed on his bottom lip, spacing out for a moment. Should he go? What would happen, if he did?

So far, he had been to two parties after high school graduation. He had lost his virginity to Gojo at the first party. And he had had sex again with Gojo after the second party.

What would happen this time? Surely nothing with Gojo. That one was over.

Megumi sighed, showing early signs of surrender. "I won't drink any alcohol. And I'll actually be sitting in a corner and doing nothing besides taking pictures and stuff."

Yuuji celebrated his victory inwardly and tried his best to not display it in any way. Only his fists clenched excitedly. "Okay!"

Megumi ran his fingers through his spiky dark hair. He then rubbed his forehead to ease his moodiness, closing his eyes. "Where's the party happening?"

"In Nob's dorm room."

Megumi's hand halted, he was perplexed. He looked at Yuuji again, but this time with absolute bewilderment. "We're not allowed to the girls dorm room building. And, I remember now, we have dorm curfew."

Now that the beginning weeks of university were over, both the male and female dormitory buildings had put up curfews. No one was allowed to leave the building past 11 p.m., unless it was an emergency or permission was given to the student who had asked for it beforehand.

Yuuji rolled his eyes playfully, waving his arms in the same playful manner. He was boasting like a rascal. "Yes, I know. That's what makes everything so exciting. Oh my god, Megumi. Did you never have fun in your life before??"

Megumi glowered at Yuuji, barely holding back a grimly pout. "I do not want to participate in this kind of fun."

Yuuji alarmingly realized that he had been making more progress earlier than he was doing right now. Hurriedly, he tried to save the situation. "No one will see us sneaking out or in." Using his pointer fingers to accentuate his words, he said, "If someone from the staff comes, we'll be gone."

Megumi sighed. It was a long and heavy sigh. "Fine." He scratched his head, having a hard time getting used to having agreed to a party once more. "When exactly tonight?"

"In a few hours."

Megumi turned towards his desk, opening his notebook. "Don't bother me until then."

"Alright!"

Yeah. Megumi's study break was long over.

***

Yuuji had actually given him a peaceful two hours, in which Megumi had managed to study everything he had planned to finish tonight.

Once noticing that Megumi wasn't occupied with his studies anymore, Yuuji filled the atmosphere with his talkative manner again.

As soon as Megumi changed to some outdoor clothes, Yuuji asked lightheartedly, "Can you wear something else than black? It's a birthday party." He held up a blue and yellow sweatshirt. In a lightly mocking tone and with a cocky grin, he cooed, "Or are you allergic to other colors?" Yuuji might be wearing black pants like Megumi, but at least it was fitted with an orange hoodie.

Megumi had nothing left for him than a glare, and Yuuji threw the clothing piece at him, snickering.

Megumi actually ended up wearing it.

As he pulled it over his head and flattened it on all sides, he scanned the shirt up and down, and asked, "Is it one of your favourite pieces?"

"You can keep it."

"Is it, though?"

"No."

"What a bummer..." Megumi mumbled. How nice it would have been to keep Yuuji's favourite piece to himself and never give it back to him out of spite. Yuuji's punishment for dragging Megumi to parties over and over again.

Yuuji gauged what Megumi's intentions could be, smirking. He pulled out something from his wardrobe. "This one is my fave." He held up a varsity jacket. Red as the main color. White sleeves and stripes.

Megumi gave it a quick look. "Gimme that." he demanded boldly.

"No." Yuuji protested, laughing when Megumi was approaching him, eager to grab the jacket.

"What are you so scared of?" Megumi had difficulties getting a hold of it at first, but Yuuji kind of gave up after a while. Megumi grabbed the jacket, unzipped it, tossed the hanger away and put it on.

"You're gonna ruin it." Yuuji said, perhaps even a bit too late.

"No, I won't." Megumi walked to his mirror.

He stopped in his tracks as soon as he was confronted with his reflection. His upper body was clad in red and white, with blue and yellow underneath.

I look like a clown...

"You look good!" Yuuji yelled, overly supportive. He patted invisible dust off his shoulders from behind. "You look good because you're wearing two of my pieces."

Megumi didn't take that seriously.

Not much later, they were on their way out. It was before curfew when they left the dormitory building. However, if they didn't want to face consequences, they'd have to make sure to not get caught when coming back inside.

They managed to sneak inside the female students' dorm building through the main entrance. No one saw them entering.

While walking down a hallway, Yuuji said in a leveled voice, "We'll have to leave this building a different way later."

Megumi didn't know what Yuuji meant by that.

Entering Nobara's room, Megumi realized that they hadn't barged into the middle of a party. There were other people present as well. (Nobara explained to Megumi later that she had invited a lot of her room neighbors and had offered free alcohol for all so that none of them would snitch on her). Maki and some acquaintances from her psych classes were present as well.

Megumi congratulated Nobara belatedly. Nobara complimented Megumi's outfit (to which Megumi responded with a little, fake smile as he made sure to avoid Yuuji's grinning "I-told-you-so"-face).

It was rather leisurely for now, various separate conversations going on. Yuuji had found a small group of people to converse with, while Megumi had settled on Nobara's bed. He spotted a portable video game console, testing it out since he had nothing else to do.

He wasn't paying attention to things going on, not even noticing that a good bunch of the others in the room were sitting on the floor some time later, forming a circle.

It was only when Yuuji called out Megumi's name that the other came to sight with the change. "Hey, Megumi! Join us for Truth or Dare."

"Fuck, no." Megumi cursed. The type of Truth or Dare game played by university students was barbarous. Nothing nastier or more shameless could happen anywhere else. He reminded Yuuji with a snarl, "We made a deal. I won't participate in any party activities."

"Wait, you two did?" Nobara looked at Yuuji with disappointment, crossing her arms, and then at Megumi. She scoffed, "I don't need boring-ass people at my party. You might as well can leave."

Lovely words blessing Megumi's ears. He was quick to stand up from Nobara's bed, more than ready to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, Megumi!" Yuuji held him back, trying to save the situation. He was facing Nobara when he explained convincingly, "I appointed him the role of a cameraman. He's gonna take pictures and videos for you later. Doesn't that sound amazing? You want nice pictures of your party, right?"

Nobara was instantly impressed, her mood changing to the better. "Okay, fine. That's actually a good idea. Take good pictures and videos for me, Megumi, will ya?"

Megumi rolled his eyes, thinking That's how fast she got convinced?! However, he tried again to ditch the game. "Doesn't change the fact that, in exchange for my role tonight, I'll not participate in any party games."

Yuuji's face beamed with mischief. "Exactly. You won't have to participate in any party games indeed. But the thing is," Yuuji shrugged his shoulders confidently, "the party hasn't started yet."

"Right." Nobara said, continuing what Yuuji had started. She was smiling just as smugly. "We're still waiting for some people and stuff to arrive."

Megumi angrily squinted his eyes at both of them. Why are you two splitting hairs for dumb shit like this??

However Yuuji had already guided him to the last empty spot on the floor, closing the circle, so that the game could commence. Megumi sat down with a heavy sigh, hoping that the bottle wouldn't land on him, not even once.

"I only have one unopened bottle of beer. Someone needs to drink half of it, so that we can spin it more easily." Nobara announced as she grabbed the bottle from behind her.

"I'll do that!"

Megumi groaned and palmed the upper half of his face upon hearing Yuuji volunteer for this.

He's gonna get drunk. He'll be drunk as hell later... Not again...

Yuuji was quick to swallow half of the content, giving the bottle back with a breezy exhale of breath.

Nobara was the first one to start, spinning the bottle. Like that, a few rounds passed without Megumi being chosen, but with moments of some of the other girls (Nobara's room neighbors) daring each other to do stuff involving licking or kissing or stuff like that. The rest would always holler and whistle, Megumi didn't bother watching.

When Maki spun the bottle, the tip halted in front of Yuuji. Yuuji got excited and announced "Truth!" right away.

Maki took her time choosing a question. She was aware of Yuuji not being that squeamish about answering embarrassing or nosy questions. Eventually she seemd to have come up with a spicy question. "Imagine this being a matter of life or death. If you had to choose one, which one would you choose: Sex with Nobara or sex with Megumi?"

"Ew!" Nobara yelled, appalled by the idea of doing it with her close male friend.

Yuuji let out one big laughter. "That's an easy one! Sex with Megumi."

Megumi's glare was like venom. Trust me, idiot. I'd never let it come this far. He regarded Yuuji with utter disgust. How tipsy is he already? What a hassle...

Yuuji took the bottle and did a fast spin. Megumi watched it go round and round, being all aloof. And then it happened...

Even though the tip hadn't stopped spinning yet, Megumi was already burying his head in his hands. He knew exactly where the bottle would stop at.

"Destiny!" Yuuji cried out, elation apparent in his voice. "It's a blessing, Megumi!"

Whatever it is that's between us, Megumi thought, not for the first time, it's a curse. He uncovered his face, his eyes glancing down and confirming that the bottle was, in fact, pointing at him.

Megumi raised his head and it was all chagrin that he let waft from himself towards his roommate. Yuuji had his mouth twisted to a devious grin, enjoying every second of this.

What should Megumi do? What should he choose?

If he chose 'Truth', Yuuji would have endless possibilities of asking him sexual or suggestive questions that Megumi certainly didn't want to answer.

If he chose 'Dare', Yuuji would probably want him to do a striptease or so.

Megumi went with the one that appeared less threatening as a whole. "Truth."

Yuuji was prepared. "Fictional or real, who was the first person you ever wanted wanted to sleep with?"

(It was Gojo.)

I'm not gonna answer that.

"Dare." Megumi switched in a haste because he couldn't come up with a random person or character fast enough.

"You can't change your choice!" Maki protested. Nobara and the other girls protested as well.

Megumi was immune to their protests. "I can change it and I did." he stated fiercely, without thinking much about it.

"It's alright. It's fine." Yuuji was quick to appease the group, inducing silence by holding up his arms. He was back to grinning as his attention went back to Megumi. "Okay, then. Strip."

I fucking knew it!

The rest of the group cheered at that dare, chanting it.

"You're a damn asshole, Yuuji." The irritation within Megumi was of such an amount that he could rival the Grinch. He stood up. "I'm leaving."

Yuuji couldn't hold back a laugh, feeling thoroughly entertained. He stood up as well and used his whole body weight to keep Megumi in place. "Don't leave. We haven't even really started yet."

"You're a nuisance."

"I'll give you a dare you can go with." Yuuji said, but Megumi was suspicious.

The others were intrigued, listening intently.

Yuuji winked. "Give a guy in this room compliments. For one minute."

Megumi glanced at the group of people present. Then, he stated, "You're the only other guy in this room."

"What a coincidence..." Yuuji's voice carried a touch of innocence, but his peeking tongue said something else.

Tensed up, Megumi mulled over Yuuji's dare again, catching a detail. His lips almost curved up as he started with, "Megumi is a genius. He's good-looking. And the most amazing guy in this room..."

"Hey! Wait!" Yuuji tried to stop him.

Megumi was quick to elaborate—doing so pettily. "You never said it had to be another guy. I myself wasn't excluded."

"That's true." A random girl chimed in, supporting Megumi's claim.

Megumi gave Yuuji a cheeky but fake side-smirk. "I wasn't finished yet. Megumi is great and smart and—"

Yuuji had to accept defeat. "Okay, okay. You won this."

Megumi was feeling a sense of accomplishment as he sat back down, knowing that he had been able to headbutt Yuuji for once.

He spun the bottle and waited impatiently.

Please land on Yuuji. Please land on Yuuji. Please land on Yuuji. Please land on Yuuji!

The tip pointed at Nobara.

Megumi watched Nobara's facial reaction with narrowed eyelids and cold, calculating eyes. Nobara considered her choice for a moment, tapping her chin with two fingers.

"Dare."

"Kill Yuuji." Megumi spat out without hesitation.

There was laughter. "Roger that." Nobara went for an attack, tackling Yuuji to the floor and going for his neck as she cackled devilishly.

Everyone's attention was then caught by a knock that sounded off not far away. It didn't come from the door, though.

"They're finally here!" Nobara cheered, running to her window.

Megumi's eyes followed her. He stunned when he spotted Toge and a guy next to him at the other side of the window. Toge was waving at them. Megumi remembered then that they were on the ground floor.

Nobara opened her window. She grabbed the four family-sized pizza boxes from Toge first. Maki helped her out, taking the sixpacks of beer from the dark-haired guy who had accompanied Toge. Lastly, a loudspeaker box was carried inside.

Toge was the first one to hop into the room. He helped his friend out as he climbed inside. Megumi had never seen that guy before. A tall, slender student with straight, dark hair that was styled on one side. He was wearing a white hoodie, tight black pants and white sneakers.

"Let's partyyyyyyy!" Nobara announced with a boisterous roar. Everyone agreed with avid cheers, instantly raising the party mood by setting the food, alcohol and music up. They did all of that so effortlessly.

The cue for Megumi to stand up, clear away from the floor and find a spot in the room where he could hole up for the rest of the night. He went for a corner of a small sofa, but on his way he was held back by someone.

He came to face with Nobara who offered him a bottle of beer, swaying her body to the rhythm of the music that had filled up the room. Megumi glared. Yuuji was quick to intervene, taking the bottle from her and claiming it for himself. He said something into Nobara's ear, her feisty expression fading away. She pulled out her phone and Yuuji took it. With that, she left them alone, going back to entertaining her guests on her own party.

Yuuji handed the phone over to Megumi—winking at him knowingly. Megumi understood, but wasn't all too enthusiastic about fulfilling his makeshift job for tonight.

Yuuji held back the phone. "The pictures and videos better turn out nice." he yelled loud enough for Megumi to hear over the music. Megumi didn't fail to miss the teasing tone in his voice. He snatched the phone, radiating a scowl as his lips were pressed to a thin line.

"Wait." Megumi pulled Yuuji to the side before the other could lose himself in the crowd. He grumbled into his ear, "Don't get as drunk as last time. It's a pain in the ass." And he actually meant that.

Yuuji smiled reassuringly, his jovial self discarding the threatening aura just like that. "Okay. I won't."

"I'll make sure you won't." were Megumi's final words.

Yuuji's fingers caressed Megumi's chin swiftly. He chirped, "Okayyyy."

Megumi let go of Yuuji.

Finally, he could take his self-assigned seat on the corner of the sofa. He switched to the camera app on Nobara's phone and took pictures once in a while. Videos of random scenes with Nobara were taken as well. Doing this wasn't that bad, actually.

He was glad that he had managed to avoid being an active party guest tonight because the place soon appeared too crammed with how the others were moving around; dancing and drinking.

At some point, Megumi searched for a water bottle and an empty cup or something similar. As soon as he found those, he beckoned Yuuji to his seat. Silently, he filled the cup with water and offered it to Yuuji. Actually, it wasn't an offer—a demand was more appropriate of a description. Megumi had no desires of dealing with an utterly hungover Yuuji again the next day.

Yuuji frowned at the offered cup of water, shaking his head decisively. But as soon as Megumi pointed at himself and then at the door, Yuuji complied; emptying the cup. He scurried away right after.

This wouldn't be the first and last time. Megumi would do everything to give him more cups of water throughout the party. He had read somewhere that the time of becoming drunk could be delayed or the effects of alcohol simmered down, when enough water was drunk in between.

The girls were about to carry Nobara and sing "For she's a jolly good fellow" for her. She whipped her head towards Megumi, staring daggers into his skull as she pointed at her phone that was lying next to him. Sighing, he grabbed it and took pictures of Nobara frolicking as she was hauled up into the air happily. Megumi also took a video.

It had become like a ritual to him; opening the camera app, taking pictures, recording videos, tossing the phone aside. Until something else was happening that Nobara would deem worth to be kept as a memory. Rinse, repeat.

After more than an hour, he had gathered hundreds of pictures and dozens of videos. And he had given Yuuji four cups of water.

He counted both as successes for tonight.

Nothing exciting regarding Nobara's birthday celebration was happening anymore, so Megumi took out his own phone, finished the rest of the water bottle and nibbled on a slice of pizza as he went through his frequently used apps.

At some point, Toge and someone else joined him on the sofa. Both of them took a slice of pizza as well, leaning back to enjoy their little rest. The other guy had an arm slung over Toge's torso.

Toge turned to Megumi. With the pizza in his hand, he pointed at the guy next to him who had joined the party together with him. "Yuuta," he informed Megumi, unprompted, "my boyfriend."

Yuuta noticed that he was introduced and put on a smile as he waved at Megumi. Megumi hadn't actually wondered about the relationship those two had, but nodded his chin up once nonetheless. He signalled to them that he had acknowledged Toge's remark and Yuuta's greeting. So that was the guy from the second-year group who had been abroad up until now. Megumi remembered that Toge had mentioned once that he had a boyfriend, but had never told him who it was... or perhaps Megumi hadn't paid attention.

He didn't linger on that any more and went back to checking out his phone. He got bored faster than expected. Leaning his head against the cushion, he wondered how much longer he had to stay here. The music turned obnoxious, the air stuffy. He rose his gaze to the ceiling, trying to revise what he'd memorized in his study session before leaving for this party. Vainly, of course. He was unable to recall anything. What else to do... He wished for himself more than ever now to be one of those people who could fall asleep while a party was going on.

Nevertheless, he did rest his eyes, thinking of himself as a cocoon that was thrown into a mass of frenzy. He tore his eyes open as soon as he registered the music being turned off.

"Everyone, shut up!" Maki shouted, close to the door. Megumi had found out earlier that she was Nobara's roommate.

"Oh, no..." Nobara was already dreading the worst of bad news.

Maki's whole demeanour was stern, but not reproachful. "I met Utahime just now in the hallway after coming back from the toilets. She asked, if she was the only who heard that music. I tried to dissolve her suspicions, but she's checking out every room on the ground floor as we speak!"

No fucking way! Megumi's inner self was filling up with frustration.

"Noooo, not Utahime! Why her?!" Nobara groaned out a loud whine.

"Everyone! You know the drill! Act normal! This is a girls' night, nothing more! Hide the booze!" Maki's order was absolute, and everyone understood.

"Megs, we have to go!" Yuuji yelled from somewhere.

Megumi stood up. He could see nothing else than the bottle of beer Yuuji was holding in the air.

Put that fucking shit away! Megumi wanted to scream at him.

He felt a tug at his sleeve. Yuuta was smiling at him weakly as he pointed at the window. He opened it and was the first one to climb outside. Megumi leant against the window sill. The chilly and fresh breeze encircling his face felt like freedom.

"There's a shortcut leading to the dorms. No one will see us." Yuuta said as Megumi steadied himself after his jump.

Yuuji. Where was Yuuji—

Megumi turned around and saw how Toge was helping Yuuji out to climb down the window.

"Go!" Toge said to Megumi, his voice urgent. "I'll deal with Yuuji, just go!"

Megumi sensed Yuuta grab his wrist and before he knew it he was already running—right behind Yuuta. It was dark outside, Megumi could barely make out the path in front of him, no lights giving support on most of their way. But Yuuta appeared to know very well which way they had to go, where to turn and where to avoid. This wasn't his first time doing it.

Their sprint ended after a few minutes. Both were out of breath, the main entrance of the boys dorm room building right in front of them. The shortcut had actually been one, Megumi remembered how long it had taken for him and Yuuji to reach Nobara's room. Speaking of which, Yuuji and Toge reached them shortly after.

How mind-blowing.

Toge had actually managed to bring Yuuji with him as easily as that. Next time, Megumi would need to ask him for advice on how to deal with a drunk, stubborn, annoying friend.

"No one is there. We can go inside." Yuuta announced after having checked the entrance hall from outside, through the glass door of the main entrance. He opened the door for the others to pass through. Toge was the first one to slip inside the building. Megumi spotted Yuuji keeping himself up on shaky legs. The sprint must have gotten to him badly. He guided him inside by keeping his hands on Yuuji's back, shoving him forward.

Yuuta then closed the door very slowly and very cautiously behind him, when Toge's phone vibrated in his pockets. Even those tiny vibrations buzzing through the entrance hall had Megumi simultaneously on guard and on edge.

Toge checked his phone. "Nobara sent me a message. They didn't get caught."

Yuuta joined the other three, smiling. "That means it's the four of us left who mustn't get caught." His eyes darted to Megumi. "Our room is close. Good luck, you two." His smile from earlier didn't falter (it must be his signature smile). He crossed his fingers at Megumi and Yuuji.

And with that, Yuuta went ahead, walking down the hallway that was closest to them. Toge followed him, giving a last thumbs-up to Megumi and Yuuji.

There's nothing worth a thumbs-up right now! Megumi could barely control his anger.

He and Yuuji had to walk up the stairs and then down a hallway until the very end.

All that without getting caught.

He guided Yuuji towards the stairs first. They spent a ridiculously long time there, Megumi always having to make sure that no noises were made by accident while Yuuji was switching between walking and crawling up the stairs.

Once that tedious ascent was done, they had to pass through the hallway that led to their room—doing so cautiously. Since Megumi couldn't gauge just how wasted Yuuji was, he took precautions and grabbed Yuuji's wrist, dragging him along and behind him as he slowly made his way to their room—as silently as possible. Yuuji was nowhere near clear-headedness, letting himself get pulled by Megumi, and always staying behind. He did his best following along, attempting to keep himself from struggling or making it harder for Megumi to drag him.

Expecting any second for someone to spot them, Megumi went forwards, one hand on Yuuji's wrist, the other balled to a fist and pressed against his lips anxiously.

"Meg..."

"Don't say anything." Megumi's voice whipped harshly, no more than a hush.

Half of their walk back to their room was done.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

And then Megumi heard someone. Yuuji too. The voice was dull and distant, but Megumi couldn't tell how far away it was.

"Who's there?" that voice asked this time.

"Meg...?"

"Run, Yuuji."

And they did.

Megumi didn't even look back to check out if that person was there and witnessing them run to their rooms. He simply ran—still holding Yuuji by his wrist.

Thanks God, his key went into the lock at first try. Megumi turned the key and pushed the door open with raw force. Once within their own room, he closed the door in the same manner, leaning against it, his back hitting the door vigorously. Yuuji had been dragged by Megumi until now. Somehow, he stumbled messily and his whole body fell against Megumi's. Chest hit chest, knocking the air out of Megumi.

Megumi coughed once. Yuuji, you damn idiot...

Yuuji's whole body was pressed against his, his head barely hanging onto Megumi's shoulder. Megumi wasn't done feeling on the edge. Their risky stunt hadn't ended yet. Megumi's whole body tensed up with unwanted anticipation.

"Shut up. You're breathing too loudly." Megumi complained to Yuuji. He couldn't only see, but also hear the other taking deep breaths.

"I can't. I'm out of breath." Yuuji mumbled, his words almost indistinguishable. He didn't stir from his spot. Couldn't.

Megumi clapped his hands over his own mouth, closing his eyes tightly. He was waiting. With bated breath, he was painfully waiting for the knock to come. For that person from earlier to tell them to open up the door.

Megumi didn't want to get caught. He didn't want to get caught. He did not want to get caught.

But nothing came.

No rap at the door. No voice behind the door asking to open up.

Megumi turned his head until his ear was hovering above the wooden surface. Trying to make out any steps or noises. Nothing.

He let out a sigh of relief, the back of his head meeting with the door. "Okay, we're safe." He was glad that they had managed to successfully get away with the last and worst part of their stunt. "No one is coming."

Megumi lowered his head, closing his eyes. Yuuji had caught his breath by now, and the room was shrouded in nocturnal silence. Subconsciously, Megumi went over everything that had happened earlier.

Then, his lips twitched. And his chest heaved up once, popping as he huffed a quick exhale.

And then he started laughing—earnestly.

Yuuji got infected by that and started laughing too; still against Megumi's body, head hidden.

They did that for a while, Megumi not being able to contain his laughter. It was him who caught himself first.

Yuuji still had his head buried in the crook of Megumi's neck, being sluggish. "See? It was fun, right?"

Last remnants of Megumi's laughter had slowly died down. "No. It was stupid. I hated it." He couldn't control his mouth as its corners curved up to a quick but last smile again.

It was then that he felt Yuuji's weight on him immensely. He had a hard time keep himself upright. He nudged Yuuji's shoulder, but it fell back into place right after. "Yuuji. Don't cling to me. Move. What if you have to throw up?"

Yuuji shook his head. "I'm alright... I guess... I don't feel bad..."

Megumi tried to get Yuuji away from him once more—to no avail. "Still. Get off me, Yuuji."

Trapped like that, the door behind him and Yuuji pressed against him, all Megumi could do was switch the lights on. So, stuck in place, he raised an arm and tapped the light switch.

Suddenly, Yuuji's hands grabbed Megumi's shoulders to prop his whole body up. His head bolted up, eyes widened and intense, flickering with keenness as they looked at Megumi.

Out of the blue, Yuuji asked, "Can I touch it?"

"What?"

"Can I touch it?"

"What?" Megumi watched Yuuji closely. Eyes cast down now, cheeks flushed (was that the alcohol?), lips pursed sheeply. A certain level of abashment was noticeable. Megumi couldn't believe he was going to ask this, but at the same time he knew he would be right with his assumption. "You want to... touch my dick?"

Yuuji nodded—quick, short nods; giving a little pout.

What the fuck!

Megumi regarded Yuuji incredulously, mouth slightly agape.

"Can I touch it?"

No! Megumi thought and out loud he said, "How drunk are you?"

Yuuji clicked his tongue. He tapped his temple with one finger. "I know what I'm thinking, saying or doing right now."

That makes it nothing but worse... Megumi frowned doubtfully.

Yuuji went back to his initial inquiry. "Can I touch it?"

"Why?"

"Can I?" Yuuji avoided his question.

That's such a weird request...

Megumi remained silent, his eyes hooded with slight annoyance.

He wondered. Wondered if Yuuji was asking this to take revenge on Megumi. Because he had called Yuuji his experiment earlier.

No... it couldn't be that. Yuuji wasn't of the petty kind.

It was most likely pure curiosity and for some reason Megumi had behaved some way or had done something (whatever it was, he was certainly regretting it now) that had made Yuuji comfortable enough to make that odd request.

Then, Megumi wondered where Yuuji would get all that curiosity from. First kissing a guy (him) and now this...?

"Are you making fun of my homosexuality?" Megumi questioned, sincere.

"Nooooo! I'm not. I'm rooting for you, Megs!"

Incredible. Yuuji would always make it hard for Megumi to take him seriously.

As time went by, Yuuji was gradually growing self-conscious about it all. He shifted from one feet to the other. "Sorry... for making you... uncomfortable..."

How about just quickly getting it done and over with?

"O-Okay." Megumi gulped down saliva, hard, as his words made their way up. He was a bit surprised by himself, too. "You can."

Yuuji stared at Megumi, stunned, even though he'd been the one who had asked so shamelessly just now.

"Really?" Yuuji's expression broadened noticeably. Delight was spread on his face, around his eyes, around his lips.

Megumi nodded his head.

"Really?"

Did he not understand? Megumi asked himself, if Yuuji had taken any drugs at that party. "Yeah..." he confirmed once more.

"Reall—"

"If you ask me one more time, I'll change my mind."

Yuuji giggled. "Okay, okay."

The tip of his tongue peeked out as he scrambled closer.

The eagerness enclosing Yuuji had Megumi rethink something in particular.

"Hold on, hold on." Megumi clasped his hands over Yuuji's that had already reached his pants. Megumi inhaled shortly before wondering, "When you said you want to touch my dick, you meant—"

"Jacking you off." Yuuji blurted out shamelessly.

Defending silence covered the whole room. Megumi looked at Yuuji, intently. The sheer ambition in Yuuji's eyes was sufficient enough to be called the next Wonder of the World.

Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose, his inner self exploding. God, what did I do to deserve this? Why did a guy like him end up being my roommate??

Megumi's other hand was still holding back Yuuji's. Yuuji sulked. "Can I?"

Megumi showed aversion on his face.

Yuuji caught on to it. "I'm curious." he clarified.

The confusion had Megumi scrunch his brows together. "Curious? Never touched yourself before?"

"It's not the same! It's like when you're tickling yourself. Tickling yourself isn't the same as getting tickled."

Those two things aren't even comparable! Megumi felt like becoming the personification of despair.

Megumi's mind was visited by a particular memory. He remembered his own daring request from back then in Gojo's office, on the last day of his gap year. That moment where he'd asked Gojo to sleep with him.

Megumi was wondering for the umpteenth time tonight. Was it a common occurrence for young adults to have these kind of curiosities and desires they wanted to satisfy and fulfill? If anything, he had been of those people for sure.

Thinking back to that... Objectively speaking, Megumi's own request had, in fact, been ludicrously shameless. Even more so now than it had felt to him in the past.

Damn it. He could understand Yuuji.

He scratched his left temple, avoiding eye contact and squeezing one eye shut when he said, "Fine. You can do it."

"Really?"

"Stop asking. Seriously. We're already past that."

For some reason, Yuuji was currently caught in some sort of uncertainty. His scanning eyes wandered to Megumi's crotch, slowly. Then up until they met Megumi's eyes again, slowly.

"I don't want to push you to it." he said those words firmly, even though his mind was (at least partly) sloshed.

"Yuuji—"

"I don't want to push you to it!"

Megumi covered his face with his hands, desperate, winding in place. What the fuck, when does he even listen?!

He took deep breaths, raising both hands soothingly. He uttered every word slowly and clearly. "Yuuji. I gave you my permission." Even a small child could understand that.

Yuuji didn't respond, remaining motionless.

Megumi didn't know how much longer he could exert his patience. He lowered his hands, placing them between the door and his back, waiting.

He waited excruciatingly long.

Perhaps Yuuji was too drunk for any of this.

But then, in a split of a second, Yuuji's face lit up. "Really?"

Megumi closed his eyes, so done. He really isn't listening... "Yeah." He couldn't hold back a huff. "Stop asking. Seriously. I'm not even kidding. Stop asking."

Yuuji giggled. He came closer. "Well, then..."

Megumi repositioned against the door, preparing himself.

Things were actually getting serious now.

Yuuji's goofy moment just now had Megumi actually forget what they were about to do.

He let Yuuji unbutton and unzip his pants. He placed one hand on Yuuji's lower arm and the other behind Yuuji's head, his fingers grazing his hair. He was ready to pull Yuuji away anytime, in case the other dared to attempt something that Megumi didn't or wouldn't approve of.

He watched the way his bottom clothing was coming undone first and then looked at Yuuji, whose whole attention was on Megumi's groin. The excitement on his face had Megumi almost scoff at the ridiculousness.

Whatever it was that Yuuji was surrounded with or omitting, it did wonders and did most certainly enough to not make things feel as awkward or embarrassing as they would be, if Megumi was doing it with another person.

Megumi got it. It was Yuuji's carefreeness. His stupid carefreeness.

Megumi knew someone else who was like that. That person and Yuuji might not be related in this world, but they had to be related in another universe. The resemblance in their attitudes was too uncanny.

Megumi sensed cold air brushing his lower regions. Yuuji had pulled his pants and underwear down—not all the way down, but enough to expose Megumi's dick from any clothed confinements.

"Woah..." Yuuji stunned, drunken.

Megumi got slightly irritated. "No comments." he warned with a growl.

Yuuji nodded an 'okay' as an answer. At this point, he would agree to anything as long as he could do what he was eager to do.

Absolutely ridiculous, if viewed from a rational point of view.

Whatever.

Megumi had already come this far. It would be lousy to break the whole thing off like a coward now.

He looked down again. His flaccid cock rested on Yuuji's open palm. Of course. Ever since coming back to the dorm room, there had been nothing that could have possibly thrilled Megumi.

Yuuji's hand began with its first, experimental stroke. Megumi bit his lips to hold back a gasp from escaping his throat. Yuuji's fingers felt a bit cold upon the first touch. Megumi's body began tingling.

Yuuji wrapped his fingers around the soft length, starting with a steady rhythm until blood got pumped into Megumi's dick. Megumi could sense his dick hardening under Yuuji's continuous rubs. He released his hand from behind Yuuji's head to press it over his mouth.

Yuuji picked up the pace of his caressing hand, adroitly rubbing over Megumi's stiffening cock. There was a particular flick of his wrist and a thumb pushing against the head, pressing down right over the leaking slit. Something inside Megumi's lower regions flipped over.

"Ah!" Megumi was surprised by himself. By his moan that had slipped through his lips that were covered by his hand. By his senses responding to the touches. By his knees that had given in. And the next second his body was sliding down the door. Megumi lost his grip on Yuuji, his hands unable to catch something steady.

Yuuji's reflexes were tinted by alcohol, but he was standing so close to Megumi – really, their bodies almost grazing each other – that he caught him before Megumi could slide down any farther.

Megumi felt a strong arm being wrapped around his waist from the back. They stood like that for a moment, establishing eye contact, both of Megumi's hands above his mouth now. Yuuji slowly raised Megumi by his grip on Megumi's lower back. Megumi was back on steady feet.

The look Yuuji was giving him – glazed eyes and supple lips – caused Megumi to panic right away.

That one kiss he had shared with Yuuji had been one too many.

"Don't look at me." Megumi whispered sharply.

Yuuji let out a single chuckle. "Don't worry. I won't kiss you."

Once having made sure that Megumi was back on his feet safely, Yuuji went back to pleasuring Megumi's attention-seeking cock. Megumi almost hated himself for how needily his cock was demanding attention now—bobbing up and down, and releasing buzzes of rapture inside.

One of his hands went back to Yuuji's arm, grabbing it firmly this time. Not because of getting a stronger hold as a precaution, but because the thrusting touches on his dick were giving Megumi incredible reactions he couldn't quite control anymore. His other hand was balled to a fist as he rose his arm to his lips, trying to stiffle his moans. However, that turned out to be an attempt without results. Megumi was groaning lightly against the sleeve of Yuuji's favourite jacket that he was still wearing.

Yuuji, appearing seemingly more thrilled than Megumi, raised his eyes to Megumi once more. There were words dancing on his tongue, asking to be let out. Megumi could see that. Yuuji was eager to say something.

However, Megumi shook his head at him. Don't ruin it.

Too high were the chances of Yuuji shifting the mood to the worse. Although, at the same time, Megumi could imagine what Yuuji had wanted to say—ask. If anything, he would give him a portion of recognition later.

Yuuji pouted quickly, but wasn't hurt by that small action for too long. He lowered his head once more, his face taking on enthusiasm, as he shifted the rhythm and pressure of his pumping hand. His strokes went quicker, tightening around Megumi's cock, and Megumi sensed the pooling peak of lust building up inside him. His groans grew more vocal due to his arm gradually shifting away from his mouth by itself.

"Close... Tissue... Tissues... Yuuji..." Megumi whined, tensing up against the pending release.

"It's okay. I have to wash these clothes anyway." Yuuji said.

Oh my God, Yuuji. Can't you act normal for once? Megumi had no strength anymore to utter these words.

He was grabbing both of Yuuji's arms now, holding onto them tightly. He let out his gasps and moans without restraints. Too straining was it to have them under control.

Yuuji turned absolutely exhilarated when he saw how Megumi had to hold onto his arms because of his pleasurable touches.

There it was. A touch coming from Yuuji's fingers that seared into Megumi's body in a different kind of way.

"Mngh–hgh–hah!" Megumi cried a last moan, and his lower body coiled. Without looking down, he could tell the exact moment where his dick was emptying itself. His shot of climax spurted out freely. All of Yuuji's movements stilled.

Megumi leant back against the door, panting and out of—...

He had to take efforts to wrap his head around that fact...

He...

Megumi actually had to catch his breath.

He shifted his gaze to meet that of Yuuji's. Megumi's eyes were narrowed because of the afterglow that he was still riding out, but he spotted Yuuji looking expectantly at him.

"It felt good." Megumi said, respectful with his praise.

Yuuji didn't say anything back, but his big, open smile was telling enough.

Megumi had guessed it correctly. That was what Yuuji had wanted to know earlier.

He lowered his head. Yuuji's orange hoodie and hands were spoiled with Megumi's cum.

"I told you to get some tissues." Megumi commented reproachfully.

Yuuji wasn't bothered by it as much as the other. "It's okay. I have to wash these later."

Yuuji then proceeded to clumsily clean his hands by wiping them on his hoodie.

Megumi was appalled. "Don't touch me with your hands."

Yuuji chuckled. "I won't."

Megumi pulled up his underwear and pants, zipping and buttoning the latter one up, when he spotted it. Having finished 'cleaning' his hands, Yuuji spotted it too—at the same time.

Both of them were looking down at... it.

The striking bulge under Yuuji's pants.

Yuuji was the first one to break his glance from it. He smiled weakly, but wasn't embarrassed. "Guess I'll have to take care of it in the bathroom now."

Megumi stayed silent, watching Yuuji mysteriously. He pulled Yuuji back while his arm could still reach him. He pushed himself forward and guided Yuuji's body. They switched positions. It was Yuuji now who was pressed against the door. A questioning glance was rolling up his face. And then Yuuji understood, his mouth parting at the sight in front of him.

Megumi didn't think much about it. Forced himself to not think about anything. He wasn't questioning the things he did. Right now. So he dropped to his knees, hands landing on Yuuji's hips.

His face was met with Yuuji's crotch. The bulge was clearly visible.

Damn, his thoughts eventually flooded his brain, why am I doing this?

Two voices were having a battle inside his head.

You owe him.

No, I don't. I don't have to do it. Yuuji did it because he was curious. I, on the other hand, don't have to do this.

Come on, Megumi. You owe him.

No.

But you wouldn't mind doing it. Right, Megumi?

He switched his thoughts off once more, focusing on what was in front of him. Yuuji lightly shifted in place, skittish. Megumi's fingers gripped Yuuji's belt.

There was so much silence engulfing them.

"You don't have to..." Yuuji's voice added itself to the debate.

"I will." was all Megumi had to ultimately say to this matter.

Megumi found himself in a moment of absentmindedness, his fingers unmoved. Yuuji was the second guy Megumi was getting sexually involved with (even if it was no more than a blowjob), but he did have certain qualms he couldn't shake off unless he asked and got the needed confirmation.

"Are you clean?" Megumi's worry was preposessing, little room left for embarrassment.

Yuuji blinked at him. "I showered before the party."

"That's not what I meant."

"Drugs? I didn't take any—"

"No. I mean STDs."

"Ohhhh!" Yuuji paused quickly, letting out a little laughter as he remembered something. "Yeah, I'm all good. I did a test after coming back from Australia. My dad basically forced me to it."

It really does have its perks when your parent is a doctor, Megumi admitted to himself, grateful about that fact.

Now that this was settled, Megumi didn't have any worries left. He looked up. "Okay?" His way of asking for permission.

Yuuji nodded and his own facial expression kind of started to display an innocent look of adorableness. "Yeah... God, you're so cute."

"I'm about to suck you off, don't call me cute."

A strangled cough of laughter stuck in Yuuji's throat. He tried to hide a smile behind his hand, rather failing at it. "Right, right. You're right." Only two finger were left on his lips. He spoke ridiculously seriously, eyes gleaming as he tried again, "God, you're so... manly."

Megumi dropped his head in despair and palmed his eyes—being so done with Yuuji. Should he even go through with this?

Yuuji giggled, but contained himself quickly after. "I'm not too drunk. I'm not! You can do it. I'm okay with it. I swear." He put emphasis on those last two words.

Whatever, Megumi would cast that dorky side of Yuuji's aside for the moment. There was one last thing that was bothering him before he could work on Yuuji's belt. Disgusted, he rolled up the hem of Yuuji's orange hoodie to hide away his own cum that was on it. Yuuji was wearing a T-shirt underneath, but he did spot well-defined muscles underneath for a moment.

"Don't forget. Keep your hands away from me." Megumi reminded him sharply once more.

"Mhm."

"And let me know in time. I don't want to swallow."

"Okay."

Megumi's fingers had undone Yuuji's belt. Yuuji pulled at one end of it to remove it completely. Megumi then fiddled with the pants' button and zipper. He pulled the zipper down over the bulge and parted the middle. Only the underwear left. Megumi pulled the hem down, revealing Yuuji's semi-hard cock. Megumi lost himself for a second.

He would... that... inside his mouth...

Megumi had no experience in stuff like this. Shortly after figuring out his sexuality in high school, he had watched two gay porn movies to get to know more about how two guys would... do it. But the scenes and angles, in which they were going at it, had been so unrealistic and weird to him that he had ultimately stopped watching more of it. Ever since then, he had never watched something like that again.

Well, damn.

He had already decided to do it and was now realizing that he would do no more than a sloppy job.

His pride was hurt before things had even started.

He needed to mend it. His pride.

"Megumi?"

"I'm fine."

Megumi remembered that blowjobs had been involved in those two gay porns too, so it was probably the best to copy what he could recall.

With careful fingers, he got a hold of Yuuji's dick right under the tip. His face scooted closer, mouth opening. His tongue pressed against slit.

And Yuuji's breath hitched.

Megumi slowly slid down on his cock, mouth wrapped tightly around it. He didn't know how much he would be able to take in. He didn't want to trigger off his gag reflex in the slightest. By all means, he would keep away from that. So he wrapped his fingers around the base of Yuuji's cock to reduce the length.

He could hear Yuuji moaning lowly, his hips spasming ever so lightly. His cock felt warm and hard over Megumi's tongue.

Megumi started to slowly bob his head. The friction caused by his mouth rubbing against that length was such a novel sensation to him, he was rather adjusting to it than thinking about whether he liked it or not. At some point, pre-cum was oozing out of the slit, smearing against the inside of Megumi's wet mouth. Megumi was caught off guard for a second.

It was pre-cum, Megumi told himself. He could take that much easily. It was merely pre-cum.

His mouth was at the tip of Yuuji's dick when he was thinking about that. The next second he gorged on the stiff girth fast, pressing his tongue and lips against the length zealously.

"Ah–!" Yuuji was taken by surprise, his hips bucking by itself.

Megumi almost choked on Yuuji's dick that had moved on its own. Hurriedly, he transferred one hand from the shaft to Yuuji's side, gripping his hip to keep it in place. His other hand remained where it was. Like that, Megumi wanted to continue and go further.

However, he was hesitating. His mind was overthinking.

How bad was it? Was he doing enough to make Yuuji feel enough pleasure? Would Yuuji even be able to cum from this?

What should he do the next time his head would slide forward? Lasciviously trace his tongue over Yuuji's length to raise the erotic tension? Teasingly use his teeth—to excite and at the same astonish Yuuji as his climax would reach closer?

Did he have to do any of that?

Yuuji got turned on after jacking Megumi off. Megumi wanted to rid him of his hardness.

That was it.

His mouth pulled away, leaving a wet trail of saliva between the tip and Megumi's tongue. He rolled his tongue inside, mouth open as he took in deep breaths. He watched Yuuji's dick – stiff and needy – keen for an orgasm with lots of tiny jerks that caused the tip to whip up and down.

"Meg?"

"Don't make it awkward for me." Megumi's voice was unwavering.

He was ambitious. Ridiculously ambitious.

Both hands unmoved from their places on Yuuji's lower half, Megumi took Yuuji's tip in once more. This time he enclosed his lips around it more tightly. Yuuji moaned. Megumi hollowed out his cheeks, creating pressure, his mouth lowering itself on Yuuji's length like that.

Yuuji had his head thrown back against the door, his throat straight as moans travelled up. Yuuji was feeling blissful. "Angh... Meg..." He accepted the pleasure given to his dick lewdly.

Megumi could tell how Yuuji's cock was twitching with enthusiasm inside his mouth, leaking more pre-cum.

That was good sign.

He went on, totally lost in it, having found a rhythm perfect for him. Tiny mewls escaped his own vocal cords.

Yuuji's dick was pulsating madly now, Megumi could feel it with his rubbing and busy tongue.

"Hah—Megumi...!"

Yuuji's hands landed in Megumi's hair, fingers catching fistfuls.

Megumi stunned at that. He almost froze in place...

Yuuji's hands grabbing Megumi's hair.

Megumi almost lost his composure. He could have killed Yuuji for that right now.

Whatever, he would deal with it later.

He went on. Picked up the pace of his rhythm and sucked as hard as he could. Yuuji's cock was keening lecherously inside his mouth.

"Wait, Megumi—!"

Yuuji pulled away late.

The force of the grip that yanked Megumi away by his hair was strong, having him shut his eyes and in temporary pain. And with closed eyes did his face receive ropes of something warm and sticky.

Yuuji emptied his load of cum on Megumi's face.

Yuuji's voice sounded off timidly. "Oh, fuck... Too late..."

Megumi was absolutely baffled. "What the hell... Yuuji!"

"I'm sorry. I was lost in the pleasure. I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry."

Megumi's eyes were still closed, mouth open but head turned downwards, so as to not get any of the cum inside his mouth. His hands were restless. He didn't want to touch his face, but streams of sticky whiteness were trickling down his cheeks and chin. "Give me tissues!"

Swamped with guilt, Yuuji pulled up his bottoms and started roaming around the room, muttering "tissues" under his breath.

"Here!"

Megumi took them and instantly went to work on removing as much cum from his face as was possible.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Megumi!" In his intoxicated state, Yuuji was loaded with heavy guilt, whining like a child.

Megumi got onto his feet, still wiping. "You're behaving worse than me." He paused. "... This was my first blowjob."

Yuuji stunned at first, but was quick to answer. "It was good."

"You don't have to be nice."

"No, for real! I mean, you made me come after all."

Megumi's hands stilled. Yuuji's remark made him remember something from earlier.

"You fucking touched my hair with your hands!"

Yuuji whined again. "I'm sorryyyyyyy. I'm sorry. I forgot that my hands still had your cum on them."

Megumi's thoughts were all over the place. He felt grubby and he could barely wrap his head around the fact that he had eased Yuuji's erection by giving him a blowjob.

I had no reason to do it. Why did I do it?

"I'll go and shower first." was all he said at last getting into motion.

"Okay." A pause. Yuuji had to ask, "Are you mad at me?"

"No," and Megumi was saying the truth.

Yuuji hummed, watching Megumi until he was out of sight. Then, he adjusted his pants, buttoning and zipping them up. Sheepishly, he stood still against the door, one hand on his sternum.

Yuuji's body was motionless, but his mind was an agitating mess.

He wasn't sober, but he could still form some coherent thoughts.

What was this? he wondered.

What does Megumi think?

What do I think about all of this?

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A/N: Oh, you know... Just roommates doing roommate things ;))))

(It's hilarious, right? Those two idiots are hilarious together, right?)

What do you think about this chapter? (Especially the last big scene hehehehe) Quite some stuff happened here, so feel free to give me feedback on any of them, if you want!

Next chapter is a bit tricky, but I'll try my best!

Feedback is welcomed!