A/N: I have NOTHING to say!!!!! *runs away*

(This chapter is my personal favorite, but the thing is y'all are going to suffer 😘)

WARNING: (Major) Angst

(Yep. Shit will be going down here)

Chapter summary: Yuuji finds out.

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It was impossible to make things better and thus Megumi had started to hold onto an irrational plea.

Please don't come back, Yuuji.

When Megumi opened the door, he was instantly met with Yuuji's face.

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As though the sheer presence of Yuuji right in front of him had punched all of the oxygen out of his lungs, Megumi found himself in a momentary daze, gawking at Yuuji dumbfoundedly.

He blinked several times and then noticed the blotches of dirt and little, shallow scratches on Yuuji's face.

Yuuji returned the gaze in a weary manner, the upcurve of his lips vague.

"I lost my key."

"What happened to your face?" Megumi couldn't shake the daze off his body yet.

Yuuji walked past Megumi as he was asked about his face; smiling sheepishly and waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "Don't ask. You don't wanna know what places I was staying at the past few days."

Yuuji went to his nightstand, pulled out his spare key from the drawer and put it into his pocket. He then walked up to the window.

He sighed heavily as he looked out of the window, both hands on his hips. He gave a chuckle of disbelief.

"I was so oblivious." For a moment, Yuuji turned his head to the side to direct his words to Megumi more accurately. "It was when we first visited my dad, right? That was when you found out that the one you fucked had been my dad, right?"

Megumi was filled with disconcerting restlessness. "Y-Ye..."

"And I didn't notice it." Yuuji shook his head lightly — again with disbelief. "I didn't notice anything. How did you feel? Must have been even worse for you. I didn't realize that. That you would probably be fighting with yourself upon finding out just who exactly the guy was you had your fun with."

Megumi's inner self was shuddering. He couldn't listen to this, being aware of the fact that Yuuji was thinking that he already knew about everything there was to the matter.

Yuuji didn't know everything yet.

Yuuji didn't know about the worst thing yet.

"Yuu— ..." Megumi's voice failed him.

"Don't worry too much about all of this, Megs," Yuuji comforted him, and it caused a racking pang in Megumi's chest.

Yuuji thought that this thing standing between them was manageable and fixable.

But, in reality, Yuuji didn't even know what it was that hadn't been said to him so far.

"Fucking insane. That's actually crazy." Yuuji scoffed self-pityingly. "Crazy what kind of things can happen in one's life. The one you fucked in your gap year turns out to be my dad. You and my dad, huh ...? Before we got to know each other ..."

Megumi dropped his head. He covered his face with his hands. His knees almost gave out, the ruefulness feeling stronger than gravity on his shoulders.

If only he could press himself against the floor until it opened up a hole and swallowed him entirely.

That would be cowardly – an easy way out – but it was still less hurting than telling Yuuji everything.

Yuuji went on with his one-sided conversation, not even minding or questioning Megumi's tranquil behavior. "I was so angry. I was so white with rage that I refused to think about the details. The significant detail you gave me when I wanted to know when exactly you two had done it." Yuuji sighed again and scratched his neck as he looked up to the cloudy sky. "You said 'hospital', so ... it really was during your gap year, right? Which means ... before we met."

Megumi felt it coming. The imminent truth that was naked and sober.

Yuuji continued, his eyes lazily resting on a view of trees in front of him, and a bittersweet smile was adorning his lips. "For a while, I ignored that little detail you gave me. When you said 'hospital', you meant that you did it with him, not knowing that he was my dad, right? You didn't know that back then."

Megumi's countenance fell apart.

There was no way out anymore.

A one-way road to disaster. A calamity awaiting him. Misery that was punching him in the guts, blaming him for this very real nightmare.

"I accepted that detail at last, so I came back," Yuuji explained, "Sorry for lashing out at you like that. Calling you gross and stuff."

Oh no. Megumi sensed the looming dread taking over his surroundings and his body. His heart was throbbing like mad.

Megumi removed his hands from his face. Without having much of a say in it anymore, he couldn't do else than pretty much perceive with his own senses how his facial expression was exhibiting a pure form of regret and anguish.

Yuuji had to do only one thing ...

The looming dread had stabilized and materialized itself within Megumi. The inexorable waves of sorrow were about to wreck and trample him.

... Yuuji just had to turn around and then ...

Yuuji shrugged his shoulders ever so lightly. "Dunno how to deal with it. But, well, it happened before we met. So ... it's, well, I can't say okay, but it could have been worse. How should you have known that your future roommate and boyfriend would turn out to be my dad's son? Right, Megumi?" Yuuji turned around – turned to Megumi – and looked at him for reassurance, smiling bittersweetly.

Megumi looked back at him, anxiety plastered on his face in addition to all the other things. He felt horrible. He couldn't disguise anything anymore.

Yuuji watched Megumi closely. He found something in Megumi's expression. Yuuji's smile dropped. The bittersweetness on his face fell. It dawned on him.

"When?" was all he breathed out, but everything unsaid was conveyed nonetheless with that single word — that airy but persistent whisper.

When did you fuck him again? When, Megumi?!

Yuuji said no more than that. He insisted on staying brutally silent, forcefully edging Megumi to reveal the answer.

It was indeed over. Megumi had reached the dead-end. Nothing and no one could save him from this.

"After— ... freshman party ..."

"What?" Again that airy but persistent whisper. One second. Rather a split of a second in which Yuuji found himself trapped in a total shock. And then in a high-pitched tone, "After the freshman party?"

"I ... I was ... It ..." Megumi had nothing to reply with.

"Wait. You really did ...?" Yuuji held his head with both hands, apprehensively in denial. His lips warped into an eerie smile. "Oh ... my ... fucking god."

Megumi didn't change much about his face or countenance or demeanor. He simply couldn't. No words of damage control or compromise or salvation could possibly come out of his mouth.

"It's not true." Yuuji claimed, and Megumi's heart shattered into thousands of pieces. He couldn't bear it; having to witness Yuuji go through the stage of denial only for Yuuji to be crushed by the confirmation of the jarring truth soon after. "Say that it's not true."

Megumi bit his lips until they bruised, his whole being betraying him, working against him. His chest was aching.

"Say that it's not true!" Yuuji's voice had picked up on sternness and urgency. "It's not true, it's not true. It's not true!"

"It is!" Megumi paused a little, as though that could change anything. "It's true ..."

Silence that lasted for less than an eyeblink.

"After the freshman party?!"

Yuuji couldn't wrap his mind around it.

Every fiber of his being was repelling that revelation. His body, his mind, his consciousness, his soul ... they all wanted to reject the truth. He would rather live in a twisted version of reality than having to face this cruel fact ...

Megumi hung his head low. Though he didn't stay like that for long. Eyes dreary – but a sense of begging forgiveness already overwhelming him wholly – he looked back at Yuuji and attempted on a non-verbal, pacific approach of atonement. A settlement. Megumi was selfish. He didn't want this to end the way it would inevitably end like.

Obviously, Yuuji wouldn't have any of that.

Even less when he was still in the process of swallowing the new information.

"What the fuck! And you never told me?!" Yuuji's eyes were furious. Sharp. And then they faltered. His eyelids fluttered, as if he was going over something in his mind. Megumi was sure that disappointment was building up inside Yuuji as he sunk deep into thoughts.

Recollecting moments. Of him and Megumi? Together? Probably.

All of those moments between him and Megumi.

Shortly after the freshman party. Megumi's attitude. Feigning normalcy, even though he had had sex with Gojo the previous day. Both students going on with their lives, Megumi not revealing anything.

The first kiss they shared because of Yuuji's curiosity. Megumi coming to terms with that incident after his initial shock, not revealing anything.

Nobara's birthday party. Megum and Yuuji running away from dormitory staffs. Megumi and Yuuji relishing in the ecstatic high of having done something prohibited, ending up giving a handjob and a blowjob. Their first shared sexual experience, Megumi not revealing anything.

The days and weeks after the birthday party where Megumi and Yuuji had spent time together — chatting in their room, doing stuff together, studying; Megumi not revealing anything.

Yuuji asking Megumi out then. Telling Megumi that he would like to date him and see if it would work out, and thinking that it would be nice dating each other. And Megumi not revealing anything.

No, on the contrary ... Megumi agreeing on dating Yuuji.

For a split second, Yuuji was wondering why Megumi had even done that? Why had Megumi started a relationship with Yuuji, all the while knowing that Yuuji was Gojo's adoptive son?! Gojo ... the one he had had sex with!

Why ...?

And then the weekend trip. That weekend had marked the first two days of Megumi and Yuuji starting off as boyfriends. Yuuji enjoying the beginning of their relationship after little moments of worries and doubts. Megumi and Yuuji gaining familiarity during the treasure hunt. Megumi and Yuuji ultimately sealing their closeness after the hunt by getting as intimate as two people could get.

And. Megumi. not. revealing. anything.

Yuuji's mouth opened and closed indecisively, his lips holding the words before spilling them as a low murmur. "You never told me ...?" Yuuji was wondering again. His judgement of people ... failed him this much? "You never told me ..."

Megumi spotted it, as though it was a painting meant to be pitied by its spectators.

The immeasurable hurt on Yuuji's face.

However, shortly after ... the hurt was replaced by anger. Anger that was ruling Yuuji's expression discreetly first. And then growing as it channeled through his body.

Megumi was helplessly staring.

"Why did you fuck my dad?!"

Megumi took a breath, but he was too slow.

"What made you think it was a good idea fuck him again?!"

The emotions accompanying Yuuji were intense.

"Why did you go back to him?!"

Megumi was vainlessly trying for words. A reply. Anything. Anything but defeaning silence coming from himself.

"Why did you do that?! You knew he was my dad!"

Impatience. Yuuji was tossing those questions without even waiting for an answer.

"You knew who he was, but you fucked him again?! You fucked him again after meeting me! After I introduced him to you. After you found out that he was my dad!" Yuuji startled a little, as though he had finally got an explanation to this mess. A double-edged sword. "It's because of the freshman party, right? Of course, it is. It's because of what I did, right?? I made fun of you and your gayness."

Megumi couldn't keep up with those concatenations of accusations any longer that were hurled at him like ticking bombs.

Yuuji, on the other hand, was vigorously energetic. "I was drunk, I was just joking around!" Yuuji's eyes widened for a quick moment. "And I apologized to you the next day! But all you did was ... You fucked my dad! You fucked him again after the freshman party! You did that to spite me, right?!"

"No, I—"

"Of course you did!"

Megumi was desperate, but Yuuji was even more desperate.

"He isn't even your real dad!"

"Even if he was, you think that would be the biggest issue here?! You held back the truth!" Yuuji was copiously agitated. He took a deep breath and wanted to talk slowly to get his point admantly through, but that resolution broke off quickly, and soon enough his words came out in a blasting force as he pointed a finger at Megumi. "You kept silent ... the whole time. You kept silent the whole time! You kept silent when I asked you out. You kept silent when we made out. You kept silent when we had sex!"

That was true.

That was so fucking true.

Megumi had nothing to salvage that.

When Yuuji finished, he didn't lower his arm on command; it dropped to his side limply.

Megumi had a hard time accepting the fact that every of Yuuji's reaction so far had been elicited by the things he himself had done and said and not said.

Megumi was appalled by himself.

He wanted ... He wanted to make things right.

Yuuji's stance changed. Anger made way for unfiltered wrath. Yuuji clenched both of his hands into fists.

Megumi wanted to make things right for once!

Yuuji categorized Megumi's argument from earlier as 'spouting nonsense', so he didn't want to hear anything anymore that Megumi would want to say.

Megumi, on the other hand, felt like he needed to make some things clear.

So, he commenced. "It wasn't—"

"No."

"Please—"

"I won't—!"

"But—"

"No!"

"Yuuji—"

"Shut up!"

Yuuji's demand snapped hard, and it actually made Megumi go quiet.

With levelled and calculated steps, Yuuji strode up to Megumi, the distance between them shrinking fatally.

Fists shaking, a vicious glare, and a spleen of rage draped over light brown eyes. Any words coming from Yuuji's mouth now would hold just as much biting viciousness.

Yuuji's face scooted closer to Megumi's. Megumi wasn't able to do or utter anything — hypnotized into staying in place, captivated by Yuuji's seemingly menacing aura. The stare in Yuuji's widened eyes was lethal.

Disdain. The only thing that Yuuji had left for Megumi. Despicable, unadulterated disdain.

"Get the fuck out of my face."

Still motionless, Megumi breathed irregularly shallowly — and inaudibly. He could do no more than stare at Yuuji's face — anxiously and undaring.

Then, Yuuji's eyes flicked upwards. As if something had popped into his mind that he had forgotten about until now. Remembering something. Something he had to do, no matter what. Wordlessly, he left the room, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

Megumi could merely watch Yuuji walk out of their room. At the same time Yuuji had walked out of the affections both of them had begun growing out for one another.

And with that, only broken pieces of their youthful, flourishing relationship were left behind — ready to be picked up and discarded.

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Yuuji's was furious. Mad. Wrathful. His mind was furious. His thoughts were a monsoon.

Yuuji had sprinted out of campus and caught the respective bus on time.

All throughout the bus ride, he had his hands balled to tight fists as he went through a mental rampage.

Words and sentences being formed like this. And then like that. Yuuji would say it like this. No, like that.

The hatred. The unforgiving outburst.

Yuuji was constantly thinking about how he whould say it. For every passing second another version of expressing the resentment and hatred was forming inside his head. The more time passed, the more versions did Yuuji come up with. Each expression more contemptuous than the earlier one.

Yuuji couldn't stop thinking about how he wanted to let that person be met with his disprespectful scorn.

So much loathing and repugnance pooling inside him. Yuuji was unable to think about anything else.

The bus ride seemed eternal and torturing to him. Yuuji could barely handle the wait humanely. His hatred and thoughts had established their own life. Devilish and extreme.

When he got off the bus, he was washed over with churning emotions.

When he put the key in the lock, his hands were shaking and his lips were quaking and his whole body was tensing up.

He managed to open the door at last and stormed inside.

Yuuji was panting, his chest heaving obstrusively. Facing his dad ignited his flaring anger violently.

As soon as he saw Gojo's carefree smile, every form of irritation exploded within Yuuji, and all of his biting comments and reproaches – which he had been coming up with on the bus ride – vanished.

Yuuji's mouth was running on auto-pilot.

"You! You and Megumi. You and Megumi!" Yuuji's mouth was wide open, but the thought of his new discovery had him speechless intermittently. He was struggling to keep his self-control. "You and Megumi!!! What the hell??!!! You did it with him! You fucked him! You two fucked! You and Megumi!!!!"

Gojo was confused and not smiling anymore, but Yuuji's madness had not reached the end yet.

"What the fuck! How dare you! How could you! That's— so... arghh!!! Oh my god!"

"What—"

"I won't hear you out! Oh my fucking god. Disgusting!" Yuuji couldn't stop pointing an offensive pointer finger at him, his whole arm shaking with felt betrayal. "I introduced him to you. You knew who he was when you two did it a second time! My friend! My roommate! That's so disgusting!!"

The moment he had entered his childhood home had been the moment Yuuji had felt the need to get out quickly. Sharing a space with Gojo – breathing the same air as Gojo – made him feel sick to the stomach.

He took steps back, but didn't lower his accusatory finger. "You're not my father anymore. You've never been my father! THANKS GOD WE'RE NOT BLOOD-RELATED!"

With that, he slammed the door shut a second time today.

Gojo whipped his head to a side, scratching the back of his head. "Why is he so mad about that?" he wondered.

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Outside, Yuuji quickly made up his mind and ran. Ran, ran, ran, to nowhere in particular. Just running until his lungs were burning and he couldn't breathe anymore.

He ended up in something like a park; greenery before, behind and under him. No other people around him, the sun highlighting the sky orange, and Yuuji had to endure the tranquility that felt like torture to him.

Because nothing inside his head was tranquil. It was a wreck. A brutal uproar.

He succumbed to his thoughts once more that were running in circles and repeating everything for him time and again.

Everything.

Yuuji was forced to think about everything.

The way Megumi had treated Yuuji.

The way Megumi had behaved around Yuuji – before visiting Yuuji's childhood home for the first time, while doing that, and afterwards.

Not once had Megumi said anything. He hadn't told Yuuji. Pretending as though nothing had been up, nothing had been wrong.

The whole time. While they had been roommates, while they had been friends, while they had been ...

Not once had Megumi shown him any clear signs.

Not when they had had their first unexpected kiss; not when they had shared their first sexual experiences; not when Yuuji had asked him out.

Not when they had indulged in makeout sessions before their first time together.

Not when they had had sex. Yuuji's first time with Megumi ... not even then had Megumi shown him any clear signs.

Had there been any subtle signs, though?

When they had had sex ...

Yuuji was going over the memories in his mind.

Megumi had wanted Yuuji to take the lead. Yuuji remembered that. And ... most of the time Megumi had avoided eye contact with him. Burying his face in Yuuji's neck and preventing Yuuji from looking at him. Back then, Yuuji had guessed that it must have been due to Megumi being self-conscious about his first time with Yuuji. Yuuji had quickly accepted and adapted to that behavior of Megumi's. Hadn't thought much about it, to be honest. He had focused more on wanting to make Megumi feel good.

Yuuji had always cared so much about Megumi. And Megumi ... had treated Yuuji like trash. Scum. Had kept him in the dark – Yuuji, the pathetic fool! – and gone on with life and everything else like nothing.

Megumi had even been okay with dating Yuuji. Yuuji had asked him out and Megumi had agreed.

Not an ounce of guilt, Megumi? Yuuji thought flimsily, How could you let yourself get fucked by me without a drop of shame or guilt?!

No ... Did you feel guilty once, Megumi? At least once? Did you feel some guilt when you were doing it with me?

That's how long you hid it away from me?

The truth. The guilt. The secret that changed everything.

After the freshman party, huh?

Yuuji's mind was jumping on those memories now — forcing him to remember these, as though watching a movie in his head.

The way Megumi had appeared after the freshman party — as early as the day after.

More casual, at ease, relaxed, right? Why? What happened after you and him fucked that second time? Yuuji asked himself.

The day after. Yuuji remembered that day. Megumi was wearing a turtleneck (!) and had played with the hem of it many times.

Yuuji got it now. He got it now and he reprimanded himself for having been so stupid!

And then both of them had gone to Yuuji's home to pick up some paper notes he'd forgotten there. Megumi had gone with him. All three of them had been sitting and chatting together.

Those two had been pretending as though nothing had happened between them two nights before. How could you ... Yuuji whined internally, How could you do that to me?

Yuuji was remembering a tiny but fine detail. When they had been holding their conversations, Gojo had sent him to the garden shed to grab something from there.

Why did he do that? So that he and Megumi could have their own little fun for a while? Kissing? Making out? A quickie??

His own dad ... his friend ...

Yuuji's face grimaced as he held his tears inside, biting his bottom lip hard to force the swelling emotions away. He choked out a sob, but nothing more than that. Yuuji didn't cry. It was just that his emotional inner self was dismembering itself.

He fell onto his knees and bent forward, pressing his forehead against the grass, his hands landing next to his head on both sides. Eyes pressed closed, whole face scrunched with pain, shoulders quivering.

Wait ... how long had it been a thing between those two? Was it really just twice? Or had they been going at it more than twice? Fucked twice, but still had something going on after the second fuck? For how long had they continued with that? Days? Weeks? For quite a while? Had they been still a thing when Yuuji had asked Megumi out? Or perhaps ... even after that?! How many times did they actually fuck?! Yuuji was thinking about those questions, and they ruined him even more.

Had there still been something going on with them while Yuuji and Megumi had been in a relationship??

Fuck ...

Yuuji didn't know.

The only thing he knew was that he was feeling like a little, pathetic puppy that had been fooled by two people who he had considered most important in his life.

Dad and Megumi ... Yuuji thought bitterly, No ... Gojo and Megumi ...

And that was when Yuuji burst into tears. Hot tears of agony were spilling over his cheeks, unyielding and in bulks. He dragged his fingers across the earthy grass, repeatedly — until the pads of his fingers turned sore and coarse and red.

He choked on a wrenched sob as he breathed in deeply.

Both of you are dead to me, fuck you all!

Yuuji's cries and sobs amplified in slew and volume, his body releasing all of its pain by means of waterfalls on his face and wailings in his throat.

The weeping sounds of disappointment and grief echoed through the deserted park, birds snuggled in their nested homes between branches being the only ones to bear witness to Yuuji's breakdown.

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A/N: *sips tea and sighs dreamily* What a lovely day we have today ... (I love angst!!! <333 )

What do you think about this chapter???

The fight??

Yuuji's POV???

I would REALLY love to know your thoughts!

This chapter was the CLIMAX of the whole story.

Feel free to drop any kind of comments that you have!!! *grabby hands*

(Gojo's reaction will be elaborated on/explained later in the story)