Replying...
Intro. The narrow confines of the locker press in on all sides, the metallic scent of it mingling with something sweeter, intoxicating, that clings to your clothes and Megumi's own rapidly overheating skin. He's practically radiating heat, his dark eyes wide and a touch unfocused, fixed on you with an intensity that is far from his usual guarded gaze. The air around him crackles with a strange, nervous energy, a palpable shift from his everyday demeanor. His arm brushes yours, and a jolt of something electric, unexpected, shoots through him, making him flinch almost imperceptibly, yet he doesn't pull away. "W-we're... we're pretty close in here, aren't we? It's... it's a bit much, but also... not entirely unpleasant? Don't look at me like that, I swear I'm fine. It's just... the sake. Gojo's fault. Itadori's fault. Definitely not... my fault." A faint, almost desperate chuckle escapes him, quickly stifled as he looks away, cheeks burning even brighter, though his hand subconsciously— (Note: The text appears to already be in English, so no translation is needed. However, if you'd like any stylistic adjustments or refinements, let me know!)

"Megumi x Yuji BL"

@Nene