Megumi is jealous of whatever Adderall Gojo's psychiatrist prescribes him. She doesn't know if he takes that shit, or if he even has ADHD, but it's the only reasonable explanation for why he's this chipper at eight in the morning.
"MEGUMIIIII~" is the first thing Fushiguro Megumi hears on most school days, barring Gojo's absences due to infrequent sickness and frequent hangovers. This is usually followed by the slap of rubber on the unoffending tile leading up to Megumi's desk. Megumi doesn't know if Gojo is skipping when she hears this, or if his gait is simply just as weird as the rest of him.
Megumi barely raises her head from her notebook before a large pale hand reaches down to fuss with her hair as if on ceremony.
"Woah, I like the hair today dude! It's like super spiky."
"It always looks that way," is Megumi's deadpan, lethargic response.
Gojo all but falls into his seat in front of Megumi's, wasting no time in putting his forehead directly where Megumi was trying to write. Megumi quirks an eyebrow at his sudden collapse before rolling her eyes.
"Are you hungover… again?"
She receives a weak nod and yet a stronger moan of agony.
Megumi sighs, "I thought you didn't even like drinking?"
With this, the vigor that Gojo had previously left behind is remembered – tenfold. He springs up from his seat, caging in Megumi, "I don't! I hate it! I've got like this genetic metabolic issue and I can't stand it! I get a headache before I'm even drunk, man."
Megumi leans back, crossing her arms, "So why do you do it..?
Gojo sits down, picking up Megumi's pen, fiddling with it, "Well like, we're going to college next year and I'm gonna be in a frat probably, y'know? People already call me by my last name so I've got that down, haha. I gotta practice for the big leagues!"
Throughout his poor justification, there is a distinct tapping noise emanating from Gojo's shoes. It punctuates his words like a metronome. Megumi almost feels hypnotized, or maybe just overstimulated.
Her eyes move to the rim of his glasses, "Thought you'd be more of a coke guy, honestly."
Gojo's eyes snap up to hers, his active hands and feet stopping. The expression he wears is not unlike a beagle being lured by a piece of cheese, "Coke? Yea, that's like my favorite drink, Meg."
Megumi fixes him with a bored and unamused stare. See, Gojo likes to craft these red herrings where he baits Megumi into thinking he's an idiot, just to call his own bluff and then laugh at Megumi for believing he'd say something so stupid. It's one way he manages to be annoying before lunchtime. The problem is that he actually is being idiotic half of the time, and the uncertainty drives Megumi up a wall. Megumi has only been at this school for around a month and she is already tired of Gojo's schticks.
This wasn't the plan obviously, if she had it her way, she would be spending her mornings before class with her head closer to her desk than near any of her peers, much less a very popular one like Gojo Satoru. Scratch that, had things really gone her way, she'd be in an all-girls boarding school for her final year of high school, as opposed to an all-boys one. Now she has to spend the year wearing a binder and sighing in relief when people think she's just a twink. Of course, with her grades and accomplishments, Megumi got into every school she applied to, but only Heian Academy for Gifted Young Men offered a full-ride.
Was her old man proud? Oh no, he didn't even know his only daughter was leaving him for a year until Megumi told him a week before the semester started. His response was simple, "Make sure you pay the water bill before you go away… Oh and get me more of those Cutwaters." Classy. Responses like these add up to why Megumi chose such a detour for her final year of high school. Her dad literally just sucks.
Returning to the present, Gojo is fixing Megumi with a shit-eating grin. His incessant foot-tapping resumes and Megumi stifles yet another eye-roll, "You know what I meant, asshole."
He sticks out his tongue and winks at her, producing his signature giggle. He really is a handsome guy, but with the way he teases Megumi, she can't help seeing him as a brother to her, almost. At the end of the day, he's never touched her or asked her any weird questions, so for those reasons alone she trusts him more than most people at this school. Having gone to public schools her entire life, she failed to factor in the toxic bullying culture that private male boarding schools can have when choosing where to elope to. Already on her first day, she witnessed a first-year being thrown down the stairs, and another one getting someone's lunch thrown on them. Yikes! Luckily for Megumi, being a fourth-year and having a corresponding uniform that announces that in deep violet helps prevent this kind of hazing. Beyond that, Megumi stands at a cool 5'9, and so despite definitely looking like a chick, she can still somewhat avoid heckling. Being on Gojo Satoru's good side has also managed to help out, serendipitously.
Okay, back to the present for good this time: Megumi is used to her schedule after a month. She's used to sitting down, getting out her things, and planning the day; she's used to Gojo abruptly stopping that in some novel way every day, and then bantering with him for around five minutes. Then the bell will ring. Gojo always turns around with some departing snarky comment, since he has to have the last laugh. (Today it was, "Naw coke makes my jaw do funny things. I bet you know what that's like since you're so fuckin' skinny, HA!" Hilarious as usual, Satoru.) At this point, chalk starts to move on the board, and class really begins from here. But then, just when murmurs around the room finally begin to quell, the door opens again. Their teacher doesn't even entertain a glance towards it, so Megumi doesn't either – but she still listens. There's one large step, and then another. The door clicks closed in a way where you know it was lazily swung shut, and Megumi's peripheral vision shows a separate student in the back left row usually doing it.
Whoever is coming in late, in Megumi's concise opinion, doesn't really give a fuck. He comes in at his own time, leaves before the bell rings, and doesn't even close the fucking door. She would almost admire that quality if this person chose to sit literally anywhere else than behind her every. Single. Day. Just like the bell ringing, there is a guarantee this guy will always be behind Megumi. Same place. Same time. Megumi tried sitting up a row one day, only to hear the person behind her getting kicked out of his seat so Mystery Late Guy could occupy Megumi's six o'clock. Mystery Late Guy (MLG henceforth) isn't creepy as much as annoying to Megumi. Why? Because he does annoying things: He puts his feet on the hind legs of Megumi's chair, which causes it to move sometimes. Ugh. He also breathes loudly through his nose and clears his throat, a lot. Whoever he is, he sounds massive. Megumi doesn't quite like the idea of a massive unknown stranger sitting behind her, and she doesn't even want to chance a glance at him. She's rationalized his looming presence by hypothesizing that he likes how… quiet she is? She tries not to think about it while tuning out his progressively more irritating throat clearing. Uncharacteristically, Gojo has nothing to say when MLG is in the room. In any case, forty-five minutes will pass quickly or slowly, and MLG will leave before Megumi gets a chance to look at him.
So that's how first period goes, usually. However, today is different. Two things occur which normally do not: Megumi sees MLG and, even more surprising, Gojo says something serious.
The first thing happens around ten minutes into class. Megumi is finishing jotting down the notes on the slide. They're learning about the Punic Wars at 8:15 in the morning, and there's a cute copyright-free elephant drawing on the slide. It has a separate transition too. What a treat. Meanwhile, Megumi hears the distinct sound of MLG's back cracking behind her. He does this around twice per class on average. There's an exhale of air through his mouth. If Megumi had to guess, he sounds relieved.
Then there's hot breath on Megumi's shoulder, "Hey, you got a pen I could borrow?" His voice is deep and husky, like velvet wrapped in sandpaper. Megumi turns toward the voice.
Oh, so that's what he looks like. The best way Megumi could describe this man is that he looks like a serial killer who amasses a cult following of young women on Tumblr and Twitter who all want to fuck him. He's wearing orange, too, funnily enough, under his uniform blazer. For starters, there's no notebook on his desk, and on his face no intention of taking notes. He's close, way too close. Megumi simply nods and leans back a bit, before turning around and fishing out a pen she will likely never see again, holding it out to him over her shoulder without another word. She almost has her central nervous system back under control before the pen clatters on his desk.
He leans in again, more of his body covering her this time, holding her wrist, "What's your name?"
"Megumi."
"Megumi… like Madonna?" There's a sneer in his voice Megumi doesn't like at all.
"Uhm, Fushiguro Megumi."
He sits back down, "Fushiguro Megumi." He sounds it out, trying it on, almost.
His grip slowly loosens on Megumi's wrist, but then tightens as he leans in again for the last time, "I'm Sukuna," he whispers into her ear before leaning back and relinquishing his grip of her completely.
Megumi turns back around to see Gojo fixing her with a cautious side-eye. As their gazes meet, he moves his eyes back to the board. Her heart is beating against her ribcage like it's trying to escape, and she doesn't know why. Why was that so odd? Why is Sukuna so intimidating? Megumi picks up her pen and focuses back towards the front of the room, trying to calm herself.
Tap, Tap, Tap-
Sukuna is tapping the fucking pen against her chair.
Feeling suddenly emboldened by irritation, Megumi heaves a little sigh, turning her head in the direction of the disturbance. Sukuna is laying with his head on his desk over crossed tanned arms, looking directly at Megumi.
She flushes, not expecting the sudden eye contact, but continues, "Uh, do you mind..?"
"Sorry," is what she gets in response.
He sits up, leaning on his hand, and proceeds to start chewing on the pen she gave him. She rolls her eyes and turns back around, hearing a chuckle behind her.
The rest of class passes normally, although Sukuna graces the hind legs of Megumi's chair with his feet more than usual. Whatever. As is the norm, Sukuna gets up before the bell is even close to ringing, his chair scratching a new line into the tile. He saunters out of the room, with Megumi's chewed up pen likely in tow. Megumi looks towards the door today, and finds Sukuna looking at her while he walks out. Megumi shivers. Was he always looking at her like that?
It isn't long before the bell actually rings, but Gojo stops Megumi as she walks to the door.
"Hey, I saw that earlier." Gojo's tone is even and oddly paternal. His glasses are pushed down to the tip of his nose, and he fixes Megumi with a solemn look; his blue eyes look almost pallid.
He sighs, pinching his nose bridge, "You really shouldn't talk to Sukuna. For ANY reason. I'm sure you're smart enough to recognize he isn't the best guy already. Just… stay clear of him if you can, alright? Let me know if he tries talking to you outside of class."
Megumi feels more worried now than ever. Gojo looks genuinely stressed.
"Alright?" He confirms.
"Yea, I got it. Uhm… Thanks for looking out for me, Gojo." She says sheepishly before being pulled into a bear hug.
"YAYYYY! Okay, let's get out of here man." Gojo yawns, all previous worry evaporated from his features, tugging Megumi out of the room.
The rest of the day passes as it would on a boring week. Megumi has most of her classes Gojo-free, but inevitably has lunch with him, which results in Megumi sitting at the loudest table in the cafeteria. Gojo's friends are boisterous but otherwise rule-abiding. They like Megumi's quick remarks and general lack of zeal for anything, finding her a fun person to bounce awful jokes off of. Megumi can tolerate it since they also throw food at her (not literally), which she is hard-pressed to afford most of the time.
After lunchtime, Megumi enjoys a beautifully boring day until classes wrap.
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Well, so much for the day's stresses being over. Upon entering her dorm room, Megumi quickly notices that her new book isn't where it's supposed to be – in her bag, between the green and red spiral notebooks. She's nothing if not meticulous about her shit, okay? She heaves an annoyed sigh, before putting her shoes back on to make the trek back to her last class where it was likely misplaced. This isn't just some random book to Megumi. First off, it's a library book and Megumi literally cannot afford a fucking late fee when she's scrounging money for food already. Secondly, it's a book about veterinary science, something she knows nothing about, and incidentally wants to learn everything about. Megumi is far from the most stunning conversationalist with people, but she swears she has an affinity with animals. It's also just a lot more fun to coo at baby bunnies than ask someone their favorite color, in Megumi's opinion.
Megumi makes it to her last classroom after a very angry power-walk. She tries the door handle but it delivers her a silent "fuck you" by not budging even a little. She groans and peers into the room. The book is sitting on her seat, mocking her from afar. Well, at least she knows where it is now for sure. She turns around with a sigh, only to be met by an incredibly off-putting sight.
It's a kid. He's wearing a blue blazer, meaning he's a third year. He's running towards Megumi at Mach fucking seven screaming, "Wait! Hold on! You gotta help me!" Megumi's survival instincts are better than his apparently, so she takes off, or tries to. There's this huge wall in the way, you see. When Megumi looks up, she realizes the wall is actually just Sukuna. Great.
Megumi freezes, "Sukuna..?"
He looks at her vacantly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. By the way he is breathing, he was certainly the one chasing that third year. Megumi backs up and hits the wall behind her. The third year scampers to his feet and makes for the exit, yelling something about some owed money along his way. Whatever that was about, its over for now.
"Uhm, I'm gonna go-" Megumi starts, but she doesn't get very far. When she looks up again, Sukuna is towering over her.
"Yea, you're not going anywhere." He leans in and twirls a wisp of her black hair around his knuckle. It's an intimate gesture that only sends an anxious Megumi into a confused overdrive.
"Uhm, I'm not into guys, if that's what you're trying to do here." Megumi says before even thinking. She immediately recoils, expecting some kind of retaliation-
"Yea, me neither." Sukuna responds, dragging the back of his hand down to Megumi's face, then her neck. It's a caress. His voice is so eerily even, yet it feels like a taunt.
Megumi's heart drops.
His hands are hot, and they are dry. Megumi can feel callouses, likely earned from years hoisting iron, catching on the fabric of her uniform. He's palming at her 'pecs', looking for something she's pretending doesn't exist. It sounds like Velcro being torn as he lazily moves along her chest, feeling for lumps of flesh well hidden. He breathes through his nose heavily, and Megumi imagines that she's being felt up by a bull rather than a bully. If he can hear the drumming of her heartbeat, he doesn't mention it, too focused on the task at hand.
Despite everything, Megumi manages an even voice, "Uhm, can you please stop… whatever it is you're doing? I can look past you messing with that guy earlier, I just really need to get to-"
"I could make this a lot easier for myself by just pulling your pants down, y'know." Sukuna's eyes meet hers. She sees red where there should be brown. "But I'm scared that if you're actually a guy, I'll have to see your shitty dick." He looks past her, pensive. "There's just no fucking way you're a dude, though." Amber meets emerald again, "Don't look like one; don't act like one;" he leans towards her and there's a heavy inhale, "don't even smell like one, shit!" He takes a step back and scans Megumi, brows furrowed.
All things considered, Megumi should probably feel mortified that the resident asshole is about to blow her fucking cover and get her expelled, but she just feels incredulous. In a show of this, she furrows her brows back at Sukuna while her jaw hangs open uselessly. His eyes meet hers again for the third uncomfortable time this hour and he steps forward, closing her gaping maw.
"You'll be doing plenty of that soon, Fushiguro Megumi," He pats her jaw, "Save your energy for now."
"What the f-"
"I'm gonna be really nice and give you a choice: I can either rip off your clothes right here, or we can take this to my room."