[ For Toji, having heightened senses like this make the temperature amplified. It's blazing hot outside? He's burning up. It's cold? It feels twice as cold to him.
The look he gives Megumi makes it look like he's going to argue with him, but the prospect of more blankets and body heat win him over.
He nudges over to make room, but not without grunting in disapproval. ]
[ he never had sleepovers. gojo's life meant it's needlessly risky to stay over at other people's homes because of residual cursed energy clinging to him, and megumi was a prickly, combative kid to begin with. ]
Why are you such a complaining loser— then don't be a spoon. Face the wall or whatever, just lie down.
[ neither of them are small enough for this, and the bed is nowhere near big enough for them both. but what matters is megumi is tucking the big heavy blankets around them, making a warm little cocoon, and curling up like a baby shrimp against toji's side. ]
[ There is some grumbling, but he does settle back down, lying on his back. Something about all of this feels familiar, but he can't really place his finger on it. Maybe it has to do with the times he put Megumi down to sleep in his own bed because that's where his mother always liked him to be. ]
... Try harder.
[ He can hear everything about Megumi when he's this close. His heart beat. His breathing. It all feels foreign and then familiar. ]
No. We don't hug. Choso and I never do. Leave him out of this.
[ Did he hold Megumi? Toji had to think hard about this. Maybe he did. Maybe they did cuddle up in bed on lazy days when he was too depressed to do anything. ]
[ Without any sort of warning or word, a large arm flops over Megumi's side; Toji even turns on his side slightly to face him better before closing his eyes. ]
[ and oh, that's— really heavy, and really warm, and megumi wriggles a bit so that toji-san's arm lies comfortably against him without cutting off feeling on his arm. ]
Maybe it's Megumi's scent, or the way his hair does tickle his face a little. It's reminiscent of something. Old memories that are on the verge of being remembered. Toji instinctively curls his arm a little tighter around him. The feeling is foreign, but nice. ]
... The second you start snoring I am kicking you out. Understood?
[ he says it without hesitation, as if he's always known it to be true, but that can't be right. megumi doesn't know that. doesn't remember otherwise, either. he's not thinking any further on it; he's warm and he's comfy and this is really nice, actually. ]
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Move.
[ how threatening is he, demanding a sleepover with his own father. he'll kick the worm out if he has to. ]
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The look he gives Megumi makes it look like he's going to argue with him, but the prospect of more blankets and body heat win him over.
He nudges over to make room, but not without grunting in disapproval. ]
You're acting like a child.
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[ he never had sleepovers. gojo's life meant it's needlessly risky to stay over at other people's homes because of residual cursed energy clinging to him, and megumi was a prickly, combative kid to begin with. ]
You can be the small spoon.
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I don't do spoons. What's the matter with you? What prompted all of this? It's more than just the cold.
[ though, his teeth are chattering. ]
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[ neither of them are small enough for this, and the bed is nowhere near big enough for them both. but what matters is megumi is tucking the big heavy blankets around them, making a warm little cocoon, and curling up like a baby shrimp against toji's side. ]
I can't sleep.
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... Try harder.
[ He can hear everything about Megumi when he's this close. His heart beat. His breathing. It all feels foreign and then familiar. ]
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[ bullying his elders has not done megumi wrong in all these years; he's not going to stop now. especially not with his biological donor. ]
Come hug me instead.
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[ ISN'T THAT SPOONING IN THIS CASE?? ]
Wh..
[ scoff ]
What do you mean, hug you?
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[ thank goodness they're not facing each other because megumi is a little astounded he managed to say all that without stuttering. ]
Hug me. You've held me when I was the size of a burger, you can do this.
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No. We don't hug. Choso and I never do. Leave him out of this.
[ Did he hold Megumi? Toji had to think hard about this. Maybe he did. Maybe they did cuddle up in bed on lazy days when he was too depressed to do anything. ]
You're so needy.
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[ and still! no hugs happening! ]
If you're just gonna lie there I'll summon kon and then we both suffocate.
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You have the worst attitude.
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[ and oh, that's— really heavy, and really warm, and megumi wriggles a bit so that toji-san's arm lies comfortably against him without cutting off feeling on his arm. ]
Night, Toji-san.
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... That's it? This is all you wanted?
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This is comfy. Tell me if my hair pokes you in the eye, though. Sometimes Yuji mentions it.
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Maybe it's Megumi's scent, or the way his hair does tickle his face a little. It's reminiscent of something. Old memories that are on the verge of being remembered. Toji instinctively curls his arm a little tighter around him. The feeling is foreign, but nice. ]
... The second you start snoring I am kicking you out. Understood?
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[ he says it without hesitation, as if he's always known it to be true, but that can't be right. megumi doesn't know that. doesn't remember otherwise, either. he's not thinking any further on it; he's warm and he's comfy and this is really nice, actually. ]
Don't hog the sheets.