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bluemantics · 12 days ago

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JULANCE DAY 4: Greatness

A sharp clatter rings out across the training deck, causing Lance to wince.

“Are you even taking this seriously?” Keith’s words are sharp, biting, his sword tossed unceremoniously to the ground.

“Course I am!” Lance seethes back, armored arms crossing in front of his body defensively. “You should be one to talk, mullet. Always letting bots through your blind spots, letting them get me instead!”

“I don’t do that!” Keith snarls, face contorted in rage. “Stop making stupid jokes during battle practice! It’s so distracting!”

Well, if Lance wasn’t sure about Keith’s feelings, he definitely is now! Breaking news, universe: the red paladin despises the blue paladin. As always, Lance chooses to feed the flame rather than be the first to back down.

“If you’re that easily distracted, maybe you need extensive time alone, just how you like—“

“Enough!” Shiro’s stern voice cuts through their tension, snapping Lance out of his Keith-focused daze. He blinks, looking around to find the rest of the team in various states of disappointment. Allura’s gripping her clipboard with an “I will murder you both” expression plain on her face. Pidge looks bored and annoyed, and Hunk is at her side with a weary, sympathetic frown. Worst of all is Shiro.

His eyes stare down at both of them with little reaction or emotion. Damn it. They might be a relatively new team, but Lance knows Shiro is working harder than anyone to bring some cohesion to the group, molding them into a fighting force and not just a collection of loose pieces. Lance just had to go and blow it all up.

And Keith, too. He also blew a lot of shit up. Just to reiterate.

“Let’s end today’s simulation and try again tomorrow,” Shiro decides. Coran taps a few buttons on his console that drop equipment from the room back into the floor. “Keith, Lance, go cool off. We need you both working together for Voltron to have any shot at success.” As soon as Shiro finishes his announcement, Keith storms off, grabbing his bayard from off the floor and zipping out of the automatic doors with harsh footsteps.

“Asshole,” Lance mutters under his breath, gaze stuck on the exit Keith had disappeared into.

Still, eager to get away from the disapproving eyes of his team, he’s not too far behind in leaving. His thought swim in circles as he steps into his room, throat tight and muscles already tightening from soreness. Normally, he’d take a long shower following a grueling training session. This time, though, he really just wants to crawl into bed and forget all about Keith Kogane essentially declaring him to be an idiot. His shower is scalding and short, just enough time to get himself clean of the crappy afternoon. He’s barely gotten into pajamas when a knock sounds at the door.

“Hunk, I really don’t wanna talk right now,” Lance calls through the door, slight irritation welling up.

“It’s not Hunk.” Shiro? Shit. As fast as he can, Lance looks around the room, immediately noticing the disarray of his clothes strewn on metal floors and his unmade bed.

“Be there in a second!” He responds, shoving things into corners and spreading his blanket out. Even though he’s sure Shiro is too polite to comment on his messy room, it would be way too mortifying for the older man to walk in and trip over his boxers.

After he finishes, he scans the room one last time to check it over, then goes to open the door.

“Hey Shiro,” Lance greets, attempting to sound casual. Shiro is smiling down at him with something akin to amused knowingness. At this point, Lance wouldn’t put it past him to have some freaky leader powers that helped him psychically watch Lance cleaning his room.

“Hi, Lance. You have time to talk?”

“Sure, sure,” Lance agrees, relieved that he tidied up. “Come in, I guess.”

“Thanks.” Shiro steps in, the doors swishing shut behind him. Only now does Lance remember to be nervous. Takashi Shirogane is standing in his freaking room, looking around admiringly at Lance’s few meager possessions from their short travels thus far. He watches as Shiro takes an interest in an Arusian pebble before turning back to face Lance, who is awkwardly standing in front of the door still.

Why is Shiro here? God, is he in trouble? Today was pretty awful, to be fair, but Keith is just as much at fault as Lance was! And he was pretty mean, too!

Lance is about to open his mouth and say as much before Shiro interrupts him. “I’m sorry about how today went.”

That takes Lance off guard. “What?” He’s sure he looks like a whale, mouth hanging open stupidly.

“I should’ve anticipated you and Keith needing more time with some lower-grade exercises. Part of all that stuff going haywire was on me, and I’m sorry,” Shiro repeats, looking seriously at Lance’s with dark, unreadable eyes.

“Gosh, Shiro, thanks,” Lance mutters. He fidgets with a button on his pajama shirt absently. “I think that was also Keith, though. Maybe a little bit my fault. But mostly Keith’s.”

At that, Shiro laughs, running his hand through his silvery… bang? Lance isn’t sure what that haircut is.

“Yeah, Keith doesn’t know how to deal with your sense of humor,” Shiro says, expression turning embarrassed. “Actually, I have to admit, I was kind of more like you when I was in the Garrison.”

“HUH?” Lance’s head snaps up to make eye contact with Shiro, eyebrows raised. Shiro laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Back when I was a student, around your age, I really wanted to make a mark. And I was terrified of the other students,” he starts, wistful and distant. “So I tried to make them laugh. Sometimes at my expense. A lot of times, at the stuff that scared me— flying planes, for example.”

“You were scared of flying?” Lance can’t picture that. The Takashi Shirogane, the tall, brave-looking man from his Garrison poster, fearing the very sky he was destined for. It conflicts with everything he pictured about his hero.

“I didn’t think I was ready for it,” he admits. “I wasn’t a brain, like Pidge and Hunk, or the strongest, like Keith.” He gestures to his arm, and while Lance isn’t exactly sure about the details of Shiro’s disease, something clicks.

“Me either,” he agrees, lowly, crossing his arms.

“But I was so desperate to be a hero that I just dove in anyways. I wanted to be bigger, have an impact.” He looks meaningfully at Lance, and his chest twists nervously. “And it turned out that all those stupid jokes, even if they pissed people off? They also made them a little more receptive to me. Approachable, when timed right.”

“Oh.”

“Lance, deflecting isn’t what will make you stronger,” Shiro explains, placing a solid, sturdy hand on Lance’s shoulder. He feels its weight heavily. “It’ll be your empathy that makes you a great leader.”

“You think I can lead?” Lance whispers, emotion thick in his throat. “Why aren’t you talking to Keith about this stuff?”

“He gets a different talk,” Shiro replies easily. “I think you’ll both be leaders. If you lay off each other a little and put aside your fears, you could do incredible things together.”

Lay off Keith? Lance debates declaring that Keith should be the one to lay off him. Before he speaks, though, he notices Shiro’s face. He looks so genuinely hopeful and it silences Lance completely.

“Can you try? Supporting him, instead of mocking him?”

And, well, it’s Shiro asking. Of course Lance says yes, far too quickly without his mind catching up to his mouth.

“Thanks.” Shiro’s hand lifts from Lance’s shoulder after one last squeeze. Even after he walks out the door, waving goodbye over his shoulder, Lance can swear he still feels a phantom of its presence holding him in place.

A great leader, Shiro said. It was almost too much to even imagine. Maybe the older man had outsized faith in him, he reflected, mouth twisting.

Lance McClain was not destined for greatness.

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snzydarling · 12 days ago

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omggggg can i request megumi who gets hit with a cursed spirit that makes him sooo sneezy and he’s so grumpy that he cannot control it

Hi I want you to know that im actually in love with you for this request..... thank u so much....

Safe as Houses

megumi, yuuji, established ita/fushi (JJK) cw: snz kink content !!!! lots of mess notes: hi i litr feel like i hijacked this so I hope u still like it (;´∀｀) i rlly tried to just let myself write however I wanted to which is what you can thank the mess 4.... ... obvi this takes place post - canon in the pro sorcerer / evb lives au !! Hope u all enjoy (^ー^)

All things considered, Yuuji was having a great day.

They were called to a small cluster of grade-1 curses hiding out in an abandoned factory, weak enough that the two of them had split up early on. Megumi had summoned his dog and went off to a side hallway while Yuuji travelled down the main path. Besides the faint warbling of curses, everything had been silent in his direction.

Yuuji was traveling with an extra hop in his step. It wasn’t often they got to do jobs together- the shortage of sorcerers was never-ending, even though the number of curses was nowhere near what it used to be. It was their last job of the day, too, so they had the rest of the night together. He’d just finished off the last curse- some big, hulking thing, and was wiping thick blood from his hands when his phone started ringing.

It took a second for him to find it. His screen lit up with Megumi’s contact name and picture- one of him with a hint of a smile on his face, on his birthday, with frosting smeared on the corner of his mouth.

He answers, and there’s nothing besides breathing. “Megumi? What’s up?” He can’t pretend there isn’t worry seeping into his voice. The veil must’ve lifted, but he still could’ve been injured. He tries again. “Megs? Are you okay?” Finally, some noise comes. Sniffling, then more breathing, then sneezing.

“hH’cshh - tZch - i’tzhh -! H’tszh - tzchh-!” Megumi gasps for breath, and it crackles through the phone. “ ‘tzshh - t’SCHhiew- ! YuhH - Yuuji-” Yuuji sighs with relief, and clutches his heart. It hammers against his palm.

“Megumi! Bless-“ he’s cut off by another gasp, then a flurry of sneezes. “ ‘tZSHh - ‘tzsh - ‘tschh - i’ZSCHhi-!” “Bless you!” He tries again. “You okay?”

“k’tCHh - i’tZCHh-! I can- can-tSZHhi-! Shit!” The sound of wet, vigorous scrubbing comes through the speaker. Yuuji frowns. “Where are you?” He brings the speaker up to his ear to listen for Kuro barking, but he's silent.

“Don’t come over-” He breaks off into coughing. Itchy, breathless coughing, like he’s allergic to something. “ ‘ktZCHh-! I’kszhh - tzshh-! i’tZSHhiewh-! Ugh. Don’t come over, Yuuji, i’IZSHh-! ‘ktzshh- tZShh-! I’m not-iZSHhih!” Yuuji can hear him throw an angry hand up. “Megumi, what’s wrong?”

“ N - Nothing! Just go - iH’KZSHhi-! Just go home. hH- it’TCHhi-!” Kuro growls at something in the distance. Probably just expressing his owner's irritation. Something must be wrong, but he can’t find Megumi like this. His energy is too faint.

He can’t just leave him, though, even if Megumi is too stubborn to realize that. His sneezes are always fitish and pitchy, but this is a different level. He can’t seem to even communicate, so something must be wrong. Kuro seems fine, so he tries something else.

“Kuro, speak!” Obedient, it barks. Yuuji had been trying to train him like a dog for years, and it's finally worked out. If Megumi was okay, he’d tell him he told him so.

Yuuji makes quick work of finding Megumi. Kuro meets him in the doorway, tail wagging. The curse is gone, so he must’ve already eaten.

Even though he loves Kuro, he's not his priority. He has to scan the room for a second to find Megumi, hiding in the corner. He looks like he's sulking. The lights are on in the building, but they’re old, so he's shrouded in shadows. His head is down, and Yuuji kind of feels like he should approach him like a scared animal.

The floorboards are old. They creak under his step. Megumi jerks up- weird, because he should’ve already felt his energy, but Yuuji doesn’t get the chance to figure out what’s wrong.

“ ‘tSZhhi - tSCHhih-! ih’TZSHhih! ikZSHh-!” His energy crackles and pops, almost like it's mad. Megumi curls over into his elbow. “ ‘tZSHhi-! ’iSSHh - iZSHhi-!” When Yuuji tries to approach, he’s met with a shaky palm, like some kind of barrier. Kuro barks at him from the doorway. “ iH’kZSHhi-! iH’TzCHhi-! G-hH! go away, Yuuji’tZSHhi- ‘tzsHh-!” Poor guy. He’s not reacting to him, is he? Just to test it, he steps back, but Megumi keeps sneezing.

“ ‘tZCHh-! I’kTZHhh - i’tZSHhi-!” If he can get near, he’s fine to touch him, right? Megumi pulls away when he sits next to him, but he can’t do much else.

Gently as he can, Yuuji pries Megumi’s face from his elbow and lifts him up. As much as he wants to respect his privacy and everything, it kind of seems like he can’t breathe right now. He’s sniffling all needily, nose scrunched like he's trying not to sneeze again. It doesn’t last.

“ hH - hI’tZShhi-! ‘zshh - kZSHh - k’tChh-!” He tries to turn away, hiding the next flurry in cupped hands. This one gives him a second to breathe, thank God. Each inhale is punctuated by sniffles.

Yuuji can finally get a good look at him then. His face is flushed red and wet. Tear tracks run down his cheeks, and there’s dampness under his nose that he's trying hard to sniffle back. Yuuji tries to find some tissues, but comes up empty. After just a moment, Megumi suddenly starts writhing away.

“ ‘iZSCHhi- ! Yuuji-!” He’d kind of forgotten he was holding him. He lets go with a sorry that Megumi probably doesn’t hear. “ k’ZSCHh-! ‘Izshh - tzSHh - hHi-! hH’iZSCHh-iew!” Each release is messier than his typical sneeze. Megumi confirms this with a string of mess clinging to his lip when he pulls away from his hands.

Megumi jerks away even further, face beet red, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to get Megumi out of here.

Yuuji tries to think as Megumi tries to clean himself up. The material of his uniform is rough, leaving his nose red, and it irritates it even more because the next fit is Megumi’s most desperate yet. He gasps into it, and it sounds like a whine.

“ ‘tZSHhi-! hI’kZSHh - i’kZSHhi-! it‘TZCHhi-!” It’s times like these when Yuuji wishes they knew sign language, like Inumaki and Yuuta do. They can both say things like ‘yes’ and ‘no’ and ‘okay’, and he’s pretty sure he remembers most of the alphabet, but Megumi obviously isn’t okay, and he probably couldn’t keep his hands free for long enough to say anything. The same goes for their phones.

“ iH’KZSHhi-! ‘iZSCh- t’ZSCHh-iewh-!” Finishing off the yet irritated and kind of loud for Megumi, clears him out in the form of glistening wetness down his chin. His sleeves are already wet and clearly not helping much, but the fabric of Yuuji’s outfit is softer. He offers his sleeve quietly, and Megumi kind of snarls at him and scrubs his nose against his shoulder instead.

It leaves a wet patch, and Megumi hitches again. Yuuji thinks he looks cute when he's trying not to sneeze, usually, all fluttering eyelashes and parted lips, but he’s too worried to cook over it right now. He hopes the last one gave them a second to talk and tries again.

“Megumi, what happened?” He gets a sideways glare, but Megumi eventually stutters out “A curse.” It’s breathless, like his lungs are too busy fluttering to give him enough air to talk. “Can I see your face?” If Yuuji asks, maybe he’ll be less snappy. It doesn’t work.

Instead, Megumi shakes his head, unable to actually answer. It’d probably be kind of mean if he could. When he discovers it again, seconds later, it's turned even further away from Yuuji.

“ h’tZSCHh-! ‘izshh - tzSHh - iSCHh- hH-! hI’iZSCHh-iew!” It seems like holding them back really isn’t doing him any good. The hand he puts on his back only lasts until he's done sneezing, then he gets shoved off.

“Why are you being so weird?” He asks, before he can help it. They were over this months ago, Megumi’s tendency to push away. The wall between them is physical now.

”Because-” Megumi breaks off to sniffle desperately. “I’m gross,” he murmurs. There’s something deeper there; he can hear it in Megumi’s tone, but Yuuji doesn’t feel like pushing. He’d rather focus on the more physical problem.

Every time Megumi sneezes, his cursed energy pops and sparks, and Kuro phases with it. When Megumi muffles a rapid “ ‘kZSHh - i’ZChh - i’tZCHhi-!” into his shoulder, Kuro warps into half-melted shadow before returning to normal once he's done, so he can’t carry Megumi. That means all of the shadows are out of the question, and Yuuji can’t summon any shikigami. Looks like Megumi is gonna have to suck it up.

“I know-“ “ ‘IZSHh-u!” “Bless you! I know you don't want to, but I’m gonna have to carry you.” Megumi scowls. “I can walk.” He grumbles, standing up tall like it’ll prove a point to Yuuji. Jeez, he's in a bad mood.

They last all of a few seconds like that. Megumi, face flushed and scrunched and quivering, and Yuuji hovering awkwardly. It isn’t much of a surprise to either of them when Megumi breaks the silence, no matter how hard he's fighting it.

“hI’tZShhi-! ‘zshh - iZSHh - k’tChh-! hH-! iZSCh - zSHh - tZSHu-!” He takes in another rapid set of gasps, taking the time to glare at Yuuji’s concerned face. “ ‘IZSHh- ‘ZSHhi - hHi’TZSHh-! hI - idZSHh - tzSHh - tSCHhi -!’

God, he can’t stop. Something about trying to hold them back, maybe? The next set is broken only by a need for air. Yuuji grabs his shoulders, holding him steady while he sneezes and sneezes.

Once he catches a lance of Megumi between cycles of gasping breaths and rapid releases, there’s strings of mess clinging to his lips. The next inhale is basically a whimper, head Theon back like he's praying for something. The fluorescent light shines against the dampness painted on his face.

“ ‘tZSHh - iH’tZSCHh-iew!” Immune system or curse or whatever it is momentarily satisfied, he slumps a little against Yuuji. One hand comes to scrub at his nose, mess ticking against his skin. Yuuji rubs his hand along his shoulder, frowning when they’re already trembling with uneven breaths.

“Just try to let them out.” He says and hopes Megumi is too tired to keep fighting him. He gets a look beneath weighed-down eyelashes. His face crumbles again, but it's a little softer this time.

“hH’iSHhi-! i’ZSHh - it’ZSHhiew-!” Once again, he's left sniffling the mess for a second. Yuuji breathes with him. “Bless you! Can we go home now?” It’s starting to get chilly, and Megumi’s in need of a good mose blow. He sort of wants to call Ieri too, and see if they can do anything about this.

Megumi shakes his head. “Ill- iZSHh-yu! I can’t really walk.” Yuuji pats his shoulder a few times. He looks really pathetic. Megumi shrugs him off, like he can read his thoughts. “I’ll carry you!”

“I’ll sn-i’ZSHh- ! Sne-e’tZSHh-yu! Damn.” Megumi sighs, gesturing vaguely instead like he is saying ‘you get the point.’ Yuuji does. Frankly. He’s had enough of Megumi on him that he’s beyond caring, but he might shove him away if he says that.

“Bless you! I don’t mind, promise.” Even if he did, his worry about Megumi would’ve overpowered it. It’s not like they have much choice anyway. Megumi huffs. He opens his mouth to say something, probably argues more, but he takes a quick breath and dissolves again instead.

“ hH’kZSHh-! ‘dZSH-yh!” At least they’re softer, even if they drip snot down his lip. “ ‘dshh - tZch - i’tzshh -! hd’tSh- H’dtszh-iew!”. The rapid-release flurry seems to drain whatever fight’s left in him.

Yuuji kneels, wincing when the coldness of concrete seeps through his pants. Megumi presses against his back for a second, about to get on, but then Yuuji feels his chest expand and the contact is gone again.

“hD’zZSHh-yu!” Megumi sniffles lots of times behind him. When he gets on his back, Yuuji can hear his stuffy breath in his ear, warming his neck.

They make it about a minute before he's sneezing again, long enough to make it a few paces down the street. If the way Megumi’s chest has been stuttering against him is anything to go by, it's only because he was holding back again.

“‘dZShu - iZSHh - ‘tZSHh - iD’ZSHh-yh!” Megumi’s elbow brushes against his back. A couple droplets of mess land on his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine. With every release, Yuuji feels tired muscles clench against him. Another rapid triple finished off this set, all contained in one breath. Megumi sighs out a “sorry” at the same time as Yuuji calls back a “Bless you!”

Yuuji tried to keep track of how much Megumi sneezed on the way back, but he lost track pretty quickly. They’re slowing down, just enough for him to get a sentence in. Two, if he talks quickly.

After a moment of fumbling with the keys, Yuuji deposits Megumi on the couch and finds him a change of clothes. He blows his nose for a long time, muffles a percussive “ d’zshhi - ‘dtZShh - idT’SHhi-!”, then has to blow again into a new tissue. Yuuji sits in the kitchen watching him through the steam of the kettle. The congestion has all settled, which has been making him cough and his voice crackle in his throat. Besides, Megumi’s getting annoyed with all his worrying, so the kitchen is probably a good place for him to be.

Megumi jumps a little when the kettle blows. Yuuji’s pretty sure he was starting to fall asleep, which is really cute, but he's got to stay awake long enough to talk and shake and take a bath. He grabs a box of tea that’s energy boosting, according to the box, and puts a bunch of honey into Megumi’s, because that's supposed to help irritated throats.

He’s sneezing into the sleeve of a worn sweatshirt when he enters back into the living room. Softly, a tickly sounding “ hH’tzshh - ‘tsHh-iewh!” that seems a lot better now that he's not so stuffed up.

He takes the cup with both hands, nodding his gratitude. There’s already a damp spot on his sleeve. Yuuji plops down with a contented sigh, bumping their shoulders together. He sips his own tea, some blend of citrus and vanilla that warms his whole body.

He gets so comfortable that he almost forgets about calling for a second, just until Megumi starts tensing next to him again.

“ ‘tzsHhih! hH’zshh-! i’tSHh-yu!” He moves his face from cotton to tissues, sniffling. “Bless you,” Yuuji says, fumbling around for his phone. He thinks he dropped it for a second, heart sinking because having to get a new phone would really suck, but it turns out he had just moved it to his jacket pocket before picking Megumi up.

Ieri answers on the fifth ring, voice soft and tired. “Hey. What’s up?” Looking at the time, it's actually pretty late. He doesn’t get to apologize, though, because another voice cuts through.

“Itadori! Yeah, what’s up? Your mission go okay? Gojo. Megumi stiffens next to him, sending a look that’s watery and a little distressed. Telling Ieri you can’t stop sneezing is one thing- she might huff out a laugh, but it's right to business after that. Gojo is an entirely different beast.

“Hi! It went well! It’s just, um.” Megumi kicks him in the shins, albeit gently. Looking over at him again, his nose is twitching with a promise. “Just what? Are you embarrassed about something?” Megumi mutters something like ‘mute the phone’ between breaths, but Yuuji thinks that might make him even more suspicious.

“No! Mgumi’s got kind of an issue. He got hit and now he-" “ ‘IZSHh- ‘dZSh - hHd’TZSHh - ‘dZSHh-yh!” Megumi interrupts him in rapid succession. giving him just a second to breathe before his eyelids flutter shut again. Once he finally finishes sneezing and starts sniffling into a tissue, his ears are red. Yuuji murmurs “bless you” and gets a glare as thanks.

There’s silence on the other end. Yuuji can almost see his face. Ieri, half disgusted and half curious, and Gojo. Grinning ear to ear because Megumi’s unlucky enough that his sneezes are so obviously him.

“Woah, Megumi! Bless you! You catch something?” He can hear the smile. Megumi sniffs, moving the tissues away from his face to talk. “No.” Is all he says. Ieri sighs.

”So what’s going on, seriously? I’m too tired to guess.” Fair enough. So Yuuji tells her, mouthing a sorry to Megumi, who’s glaring hard at nothing. When he finishes, Ieri hums, tapping something against a notebook.

“It's not super uncommon for curses to have this sort of effect. Megumi, you said you felt fine?” Yuuji brings the phone closer to him, and he clears his throat before answering with a simple “yeah.” Faintly, he can hear Gojo cackling.

“I think you're just going to have to wait it out. Some allergy meds might help with the congestion, but that's about it.” Megumi hums. There's an unpleasant noise coming through the speaker for a second, then Gojo's voice is loud.

“Poor Megumi!” He coos. Megumi scowls, scrunching his nose for a second. “I wish I got to see it! How cute!” Megumi makes a move to hang up the call, but his body gets the best of him.

“hd’zshh-! ‘dZShhi - id’tSHhih-! hH - ” Gojo babbles something. “ h’iZSHh-iewh!” He had to duck into the collar of his sweatshirt, since those were so quick. He's frowning deeply when he resurfaces.

“Thank you, Ieri.” He says, cutting off whatever nonsense Gojo is chattering off. “Goodbye.” He hangs up the phone in Yuuji's hand and slumps back against the couch. Yuuji sets it down and takes Megumi's hand, rubbing his thumb along soft skin and bone china-white scars. “You want to take a bath? Might help.”

They ruled out some kind of pollen or spores when Megumi changed, but a bath should at least make him feel a little better.

Megumi nods, then twitches into his wrist a few times. “ h’ISHh-! hiD’tzshh - id’ZSHhi-!” Yuuji gives his hand one last squeeze before he goes and starts the bath.

It's a pretty quick affair. Megumis sensitive and tired, and something about the strands keeps sending him into itchy, rapid fits. When Yuuji puts shampoo in his hair, he gasps and lets out a rapid flurry of sneezes, and doesn't stop until he rinses it out.

Once Megumi's dry, hair mussed, he looks like he could fall asleep standing up. Yuuji drags him to bed, since it's pretty late anyway, and Megumi watches him quietly through puffy eyelids.

They curl up in bed a couple of minutes later. Yuuji rubs his back when another fit overtakes him, and hands him a tissue when he pulls away from his sleeve. Megumi's asleep minutes later.

Yuuji stays awake to watch him, just to be sure. He's still stuffy, even though the bath helped a little, lips parted and breathing through his mouth. His nose is red-rimmed and abused. Every so often, it twitches, like he's itchy even in his sleep.

Yuuji follows him to sleep, and neither of them wakes up until noon. Megumi's fine, if a bit sniffly, and Gojo texted at around 9 this morning, reading ‘Good morning ( ^-^)ノ☆ !! Guess who took you two off the roster for today?? Rest up (*≧∇≦)ﾉ’, so Yuuji texts back a ‘thank u (^○^)’ through bleary eyes.

Gojo responds quickly with a ‘Megumi OK??’, so Yuuji snaps a sneaky picture of him. He's blinking away sleep, sporting a terrible redhead. Gojo hears it and starts typing, but he puts his phone down and watches Megumi instead.

“You hungry?” He asks after a while, once Megumi’s awake enough to listen. He nods, bumping Yuuji's chest with the top of his head. He's always quiet for a while after he wakes up.

He kisses Megumi softly, and his lips are a little chapped. They twitch upwards against Yuuji's own. They're always okay together.

#snz #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze fic #snz fic #sneezing #d=(^o^)=b #hi some notes!! just misc stuff lolol... i always see people calling the demon dogs shiro and kuro and it seemed way easier than typping #demon dog all the time so i js went w it !!!#i didnt really go into like #what the curse was. but it basically threw off his energy somehow and his body was trying to dispell it (^-^) which is why its all spiky an #stuff. also i think this reads differently from my usual stuff #because i focused a little less on description and more on dialouge #so tell me if its still good LOL #but anyways i think im gonna slow up on works after this .#uni is starting up soon again + im transfering to an in person college a ways away #+ figure skating season starts again soon...... idk how im gonna afford that this yr #but we ball !! anyways itd gonna get pretty busy 4 me #and i want to try to get a bit of a backlog of fics that way im still posting #so if it quiets up from my like..... 1 big fic a week all of a sudden pls dont worry!!!!#anyways im a little sscared to post so im just gonna hit post and then go take a shwer for an hour so i dont have to look at my phone LOL b #bye!!!!!!

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