After that little incident with Sukuna's first time using condoms, he makes it up to her by kissing her and rubbing her pussy until he has to cover her mouth again from her screams. The girl really loses herself when she's into it. Then they shack up under her sheets, with Sukuna holding her against him by her waist. The bed is small, but not that small, so Sukuna must be taking this whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing kind of seriously, Megumi concludes. Either way, when Megumi looks over her shoulder at the man lying next to her, it's as if a horse is by her side. He's fucking massive. Sukuna falls asleep first, and Megumi is happy to learn that despite his heavy ass breathing, he isn't a snorer.
Dawn begins to peek through the shades that Megumi neglected to close the night prior, however what wakes Sukuna up is a call from his phone. Megumi also stirs, but she lies still. Sukuna gets up and responds to the call in a hushed tone behind her back. She can't hear what he's saying, but she can't imagine he's being quiet only because he wants her to stay asleep. What's he hiding, then? Megumi thinks back to the day they met, with that third-year running from Sukuna like he was in mortal danger and trailing off about some money. Was Sukuna a dealer? Maybe. The more she thought about him, the more uneasy he made her. Now that they were 'dating' he could just as easily get tired of her. What then? What if this didn't work out, and they had some nasty break-up? Would he expose her then despite everything she was giving up right now?
Megumi starts playing with the sheets in front of her and thinks of what she can do. She needs something she can use against him; not because she is going to blackmail him back or anything, just as collateral. Just in case. She sighs and turns around which causes Sukuna to look at her. She props a hand under her head and waves at him. In the meantime, she figures she should ask around about him, but getting on his good side also couldn't hurt. Sukuna flashes her a smile and ends his conversation, coming back to her and carding a hand through her hair.
"Morning beautiful." The calloused skin on his palm catches on a few strands of her hair.
"Is that what you're calling me now?" She says through a small smile and yawn.
Megumi sits upright and stretches as Sukuna sits down on the bed and pulls her close to him, "Only 'cuz it's true." He mumbles into her hair before planting a kiss behind her ear.
This all feels too fluffy and domestic for Megumi. Like they've officially been together much much longer than a few hours. It's all moving fast, way too fast. She's only known what he even looks like for a few days and already they're at this stage? Yes, they have chemistry, but that's exactly the issue. What happens when the oxytocin wears off? Megumi just can't stop thinking about it and it's showing on her face. Sukuna notices.
"Gumi? What's up?" He seems irritated. She wishes he looked worried instead.
Megumi glances at the mirror in front of her bed and sees how her brows are furrowed. She relaxes them immediately and turns back to Sukuna, "I was just thinking…. You said you'd call me over to your place, but you keep coming over here. Why is that?" It's a convenient lie since Megumi does want to know the answer to that query.
Sukuna snorts and gives her side a squeeze, "I said that before I realized how good of a thief you are."
His explanation is more than reasonable, yet it lands as disappointment in Megumi's belly. That feeling quickly dissolves into humor when she remembers something.
"Oh…. Hehehe." Megumi giggles (a very rare occurrence) while standing up and walking to her dresser, turning to face Sukuna with her fingers on its handle. "You're not gonna believe this."
Sukuna crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at her. His expression is more curious than anything, "What?"
Megumi opens her dresser and fishes out a fifty dollar bill, covering her face with her free hand in amusement, "Missing something?"
Sukuna's eyes widen as he makes it over to her, grabbing the note and turning it over to its face side. He knows it's his since good ol' General Grant is wearing an earring. He does graffiti like this on any bill he gets over ten dollars. Sukuna meets her eyes with his jaw completely slack. It's the first time she's seen him like this and it has her laughing even more.
"How the fuck- You were only in my room for like an hour! And I was fucking you during most of that! I barely kept my eyes off you!" His voice is rising but not out of anger, just pure bewilderment.
"Don't ask how, just be grateful I'm giving it back to you." She reaches up to his face and pecks him on the cheek, "You said you were gonna buy me stuff, right? I guess I'll be getting that out of you either way, then."
"You little sneaky little minx." He remarks huskily as he pulls her into himself, her back to his chest and starts fucking tickling her.
"AHH! What are you doing!?!" She shrieks hysterically, trying to get out of his grip. Her sides hurt from laughing.
He turns her back around and lifts her before setting her down on her dresser. She only has his shirt on, so he gets a prime view of her cooch, but uncharacteristically, he's rather focused on something else.
He opens her top drawer, "What other stolen shit you got in here anyway, huh? Fuckin' money, condoms, what else?" He sounds impressed as he begins to search, if Megumi had to say.
"Those panties I was wearing the other day were part of a set I stole recently. My other regular clothes are at my friend's house."
Sukuna finds the other pair and holds them up, "You keep your shit at a friend's place? Why?"
"I only keep items at my dad's place that I'm not afraid of being sold." Megumi puts bluntly while eyeing Sukuna holding her underwear. He's looking between her and what he's holding.
"That fucking sucks." Megumi shrugs in response. Sukuna meets her eyes, "Here, put these on." He helps her down, which has Megumi's ears flushing.
"This is the first time you're asking me to get dressed. I'm counting that as character development." She quips, taking the panties and putting them on.
Sukuna gets down on his knees and holds Megumi by her waist under the shirt, trailing his thumbs up and down the expanse of skin before kissing the clothed area just under her heart. "You're giving me too much credit, baby. I'm about to pounce on you."
They meet eyes and Megumi's breath nearly hitches. "So what are you waiting for?" Her voice feels tighter.
"I gotta ask you, right?"
Megumi nods, swallowing hard.
"Alright then. Can I finger you and then fuck you with these panties on?" Sukuna's eyes on her are mischievous and downright seductive.
"Mhmm," and an eager nod are all Megumi can manage with how hard she's begun to bite her lip.
Sukuna hums into a grin as he begins to bunch up the shirt she's wearing. Again he doesn't take it off of her. "Here baby, bite on this." She bites down on the cloth and gives him a confused stare.
At this point, they usually would have moved to her bed. This time Sukuna has other plans. He chuckles at her puzzled look before moving his face towards her clothed pussy, "Spread your legs for me, baby."
She complies, and then Sukuna hears a muffled gasp as his tongue begins to lap at her clit. He places his hands on her thighs and works his face into the folds of her, trying to make a mess there with his spit and her wetness. Sukuna then noses away the small pane of fabric in front of her bud and starts to suck on it feverishly. Megumi's eyes roll back and she takes a handful of Sukuna's hair to ground herself. She rocks herself on his face and throws her head back with a moan. Sukuna notices the arch of her back and moves back a bit so he can fuck his fingers into her. Megumi has to steady herself with a hand on the dresser as his ministrations start making the strength of her legs begin to falter. She whines as he fucks and licks her, his smoldering eyes never breaking from her tits and face. He knows she close when her whines become more and more desperate and her body curls in towards him. Sukuna only fucks up into her faster before her legs start shaking and-
'Shhhhh'
Megumi is howling into the makeshift gag in her mouth for a few seconds before she looks down at Sukuna. He's still kneeling, but he's licking around his mouth, far past just his lips. His chin is dripping and his hair is now a darker shade of pink in the front. Megumi's eyes widen in horror, but Sukuna looks he just discovered a new element.
"You didn't tell me you were a squirter, Gumi." His expression is somewhere between excited and something Megumi can't name, maybe astonished. Either way he looks a lot happier than she feels.
"Oh my god! I didn't- I've never done that before!" She raises a hand to her face in embarrassment, but Sukuna takes it and shoves his face back in her pussy, licking up her fluids.
Her panties are soaked along with Sukuna's upper half. She attempts to push his face away, "Kuna, let me change out of these-"
Sukuna immediately lifts his face from her pussy, "Fuck. No. We're recreating that right now with my cock and then I'm keeping those panties."
Megumi's face goes even redder. He's into this?? Sukuna stands up and walks Megumi to the foot of her bed before sitting down in front her floor-length mirror on the ground. He motions for her to sit down into his lap and shoves the bottom of his shirt in her mouth again, showing him the rest of her body.
"You probably squirted because of this angle. Let's see if you can do it again, baby." He murmurs into her ear while rubbing her pussy through the soaked cloth, making her mewl.
He's been naked and hard this entire time, pre-cum already dribbling from his cock like a pot boiling over. Sukuna inhales heavily through his nose as he lifts Megumi by her waist, helping her into a deep squat, and drags his wet cock over Megumi's damp cunt, where she jerks from the contact. The room is turning balmy with the heavy scent of their sex as he steadies her before nudging aside her panties with his cock and playing with her clit again. Megumi grinds back on him, panting, while he begins to just barely enter her. He fucks her with the head of his cock before teasing her clit again and reentering. It feels like he's just toying with her pussy rather than trying to fuck her before he suddenly shunts his entire length inside with a slap. Megumi shrieks and her walls clench around him beautifully, making Sukuna shudder and bury his face into her neck. He then lifts his head to the mirror to watch how she comes undone while his cock begins to slap into her from below.
Megumi has one hand bunched in the comforter of her bed and the other clawing into Sukuna's thigh as she wills her legs to not give out from the punishing fucking she's getting. Her pussy isn't sore from last night, but it is extra sensitive today, so that combined with the knowledge of her newfound ability are driving her insane. The shirt in her mouth is uncomfortably wet from her drooling, but the most pervasive feeling is the mounting pressure in the bottom of her stomach. Now that she knows what it is, she knows she's close again and Sukuna seems to sense it too. He unlatches a hand from her waist and begins to roughly rub her clit while his cock keeps slamming into her. Megumi practically screams as tears form in her eyes and she begins arching forward.
"That's right, baby. Fucking soak me." Sukuna grunts breathily and kisses her spine.
That has her cumming and doing just that while screaming herself hoarse into her gag. Before she's had a break, Sukuna is back inside her, stiffening and groaning as his own release comes. Megumi collapses onto him with his cock still inside her, and Sukuna hugs her close, humping the rest of his cum into the deepest parts of her cunt while biting a nice mark into her shoulder. He turns her head towards his own and meets her in a deep, wet kiss. They're both panting and sticky in each other's mess.
Sukuna feels her up while kissing her neck, which makes the hair on Megumi's neck perk up. "Damn, that was insane," he murmurs into her neck, "Think you can stand?"
Megumi slowly lifts herself on shaky legs. Sukuna's cock pops out of her, which makes both of them wince. Sukuna joins her and pulls her back into him.
Suddenly, Megumi goes from lethargic to alert, pinning Sukuna with her eyes, "You better not fucking waltz out of here now."
Sukuna clicks his tongue at her. She can't tell if he's annoyed by her tone or by her actual statement. "I'm not doing that anymore, Gumi. Plus, I'm fucking soaked. We need to dry off and then go shower…. Preferably together." He winks along with the last tidbit there.
Megumi sighs curtly but nods in agreement. She fishes out a dirty t-shirt from her hamper and tosses it at Sukuna to dry himself with. Instinctively, he takes in a big whiff and Megumi blinks at the action in surprise and horror. She shakes her head but decides not to comment on it, knowing he'll probably retort with some equally insane and horny justification. Instead, she takes off her drenched panties and throws them at Sukuna while she gets another shirt to clean herself and the floor. They make it to him, albeit not where she had intended. She meant for them to fall on the floor beside him, but they decided to land square on his face. When she looks up, she's met with an elated Sukuna who now has Megumi's panties hanging off his nose.
Megumi goes red in the face. "Shit! I didn't mean to-"
"What's wrong?" Sukuna plucks them off his face and smells those too. Megumi makes a face at that. "You threw them right where I wanted them."
"Is that really what you're gonna do with them? Gross." Megumi bends down and wipes the floor next to her bed and then moves to the dresser area to do the same. That gives Sukuna the opportunity to smack her ass, earning him a scowl.
"Yup. Going under my pillowcase." Sukuna pulls up his sweats and shoves the soiled fabric into one of its pockets.
Megumi shakes her head while imagining that. She discards the shirt she was using as an impromptu rag into her hamper and stands up. It's at least dry now. It'll need a proper cleaning later, but what was she gonna use? A mop? This is such an unserious issue. She starts thinking about the logistics for everything while she grabs her robe and other necessities for the shower (there's only one towel, so they'll have to share – oh well.)
Before she opens the door, she turns around sharply, her hand still on the handle. "This is gonna be a quick shower. You hear me?"
Sukuna nods but flashes her a smile that lets her know that her demand will not be easily met. She heaves a sigh before checking the hall and making her way to the showers, Sukuna not too far behind. They make it to a free stall at the end of the bathroom, and Sukuna wastes little time pissing Megumi off by groping her the entire time they shower. It's a miracle she's able to make it through the entire ordeal without being creampied again. They return to her room unseen. Megumi is initially confused why Sukuna bothers to accompany her on the short trek back, however the reason soon becomes clear.
"I want the second key to your room." Sukuna demands in an even tone. He's watching her dry her hair with a towel with rapt attention, or maybe he's just watching how her tits shake while she does it. Pervert.
Megumi raises a brow at him. "Second key? I only remember getting one. Also, what makes you think I'd give you that?"
Sukuna immediately turns around and searches through her dresser that has now just a bit ago acquainted with, shuffling things around way more than Megumi would like. His hands land on the welcome folder Megumi received at the beginning of the year. He opens it, pulls out the key holder aaaand there's the second fucking key.
"See? Told ya, dumbass," he brags through a smile and drops the small brass key into his pocket.
"What the- Hey! You can't just take it! If we're doing that, give me yours!" Megumi struts up to him and attempts to shake his pockets, but he catches her arms and folds them behind her back.
"Nuh uh. It's way easier for us to do this in your room, and we're gonna get caught if I have to wait for you to open the door every time. Plus, there's nothing to steal from your broke ass other than these panties."
Megumi pouts at him. "Okay, that makes sense I guess. But why won't you give me yours then?" She's doing her best puppy-dog eyes at him since she has every intention of picking through his underwear drawer for loose Benjamins and half-used carts. He doesn't buy it though, unfortunately.
"No way, dollface. I've got money in there and you've got every reason to take it from me." He unlatches his hands from her arms and instead hugs her close to his chest, forcing their noses to touch. Sukuna turns his head towards the ceiling and sighs before looking back down to her. "You know I've never really had a girl before? I haven't been at a co-ed school since middle school. I really wanna spoil you, but I can't trust your sticky fingers around my shit just yet."
Megumi feels taken aback by that statement for some reason. Not because he's calling her a thief, however: that's just the truth. It has more to do with him revealing information about himself. Now that she thinks about it, she knows jack shit about the man holding her. He's still a total stranger.
Maybe Sukuna can read the discomfort on her face because he continues, "Hey baby, don't look so upset. Even if I wanted to give you the key, I can't: someone else already has it."
Megumi's head jerks up in surprise so quickly in response to that statement that she can feel the reverberations of Sukuna's laugh through her chest. "What?! Who!?"
Sukuna touches his head to hers, "You gotta stick around and find out, I guess." He pecks her on the forehead before peering over her shoulder at the clock on her nightstand. "Shit, I gotta run, Gumi."
Megumi looks over her shoulder at the time, "What the fuck do you need to get done at six in the morning?" She fixes him with a skeptical look.
He scans her face with furrowed brows, debating how to word his answer, "I have people I need to talk to."
"Do you think I'm stupid? You're a drug dealer, aren't you?" Megumi asks bluntly.
Sukuna blinks at her for a few seconds before giving her a smile and fat kiss. He pinches her ass and is by the door handle before she can slap him. "See ya baby. Don't wait up for me tonight, I'm gonna be busy." He winks at her and closes the door behind him just in time to avoid the pillow Megumi has vaulted towards his face.
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After Sukuna leaves, Megumi begrudgingly gets her day started by donning her uniform and choking through a bowl of cold oatmeal. Seriously, how do you fuck up oatmeal? She goes through the usual shenanigans with Gojo when she arrives to first period, but Sukuna never shows. It's odd how sleepy she gets when Sukuna isn't around. It's as if his intermittent grunts and constant nasal flute music keep her sharp that early in the morning. Although, sometimes the occasional cough behind her attack her senses like Chinese water torture. Either way, it maintains her focus, somehow.
By the time the day closes, she hasn't seen Sukuna even once. Instead, she has Gojo in her messages prodding her to attend some get-together he's hosting off-campus, to which she eventually relents. Gojo understands her abhorrence of large social gatherings, so he's promised that this will be a tight-knit event. Only the members from their lunch table as well as another friend of theirs will be in attendance. Megumi doesn't know this friend, but he's heard of her.
"Ieiri Shoko! She's our little witch-doctor." Gojo explains proudly with his head thrown back into a basket of crossed arms. His legs are flapping around as he walks, slapping the cobblestone leading up to the meeting place of their evening destination. His gait is sloppy yet effective, and Megumi has to increase her turnover by an embarrassing measure to keep pace.
"She's going into pre-med next year, is what he means by that." Getou clarifies. He's taken the opposite approach of Gojo, instead hunched over with his hands in his pockets. Still, he's just as fast as Gojo without even trying. Totally unfair.
Megumi nods thoughtfully at that while trudging along. Of course, Megumi's pacing issue with these two isn't merely due to her shorter stature, but also the fact that she's somehow become their pack-mule, lugging two cases of beer with her that she likely will not even try tonight. "Hey, hold on. Can you two take these? My arms are killing me."
They unload her without a second thought but then chant, "WEAKLING," at her in unison. If their friends up ahead didn't know they were arriving, they did now.
"What? Who's weak?" Is what the trio hear from Haibara, who darts around the bushes to find them.
Megumi raises an arm weakly, "Guilty." She walks ahead of the other two and past Haibara who laughs and follows along behind her.
Behind the bushes is an enclosed garden space. It reminds Megumi of a dead-end in a maze, but much prettier and spacious. In its center there's a well-lit gazebo with benched-in seats that Nanami and presumably Shoko are using as a staging area for the booze they brought.
Shoko turns around when she hears Megumi approach. "Oh, hey there. You must be Fushiguro, or can I just call you Megumi? I go by Shoko mostly." She reaches out a cold hand which Megumi shakes. She's smoking a cigarette and has the faintest bags around her eyes. Megumi likes her already.
"Megumi is fine. You guys need any help?" Megumi has always been awkward with introductions, but she figures helping out is surefire way to make a good first impression.
"Nah, I think we're good, but thanks. You want a smoke?" Shoko offers while pawing at her purse.
Megumi shakes her head. "No thanks, nicotine makes my head spin." She sits on one of the free benches in the gazebo and watches Gojo, Getou, and Haibara roughhousing on the lawn in front of them.
Nanami's voice suddenly cuts through, "I concur."
Shoko opens up a Buzzball, leaning on the lip of the gazebo's entrance, "You don't like nicotine either, Kento?"
He takes a sip from a Stella. Classy. "Can't stand how it feels." He sits next to Megumi.
"You guys like anything other than alcohol?" Shoko asks while turning her head to observe the foolishness playing out of the grass.
Nanami shakes his head but Megumi nods, "I like weed, but I haven't been able to get any since I started at Heian."
Shoko turns back to Megumi, looking surprised, "Really? The others have told me you have a plug at your school that's pretty reliable."
Megumi tries to feign slight surprise, "Oh yea. I think we do, but I don't know where to find him. I also don't want to pay a premium." She shrugs. Megumi wants to pry for more information without making it seem above her aloof baseline.
Before Shoko can respond, Gojo comes bounding up out of fucking nowhere, "What are ya guys talking about? Getting to know each other, huh?" He makes finger guns at both Megumi and Shoko who both give him deadpan looks, although Shoko is also smiling. Shoko just has the beauty to make that somehow work.
"Megumi is trying to find your weed guy," Shoko updates him through a curl of smoke.
Gojo's mood immediately seems to tank, if the bitter and annoyed look on his face is anything to go by. "UGH. Can we please not bring him up?" Gojo turns to Megumi, "Meg you know who he is! He sits behind you and fucks with your desk in first period!"
"Who is this?" It's Getou's turn to magically appear. Haibara is behind him too, who is slurping out of a foaming can of Busch Lite that may have been too shaken up to open before he likely did it anyway.
"Fucking Itadori. Shoko and Me'mi are talking about the shit he sells." Gojo groans.
Getou nods in understanding. "Oh yea. He's a piece of work, but he's pretty consistent. His best thing is his carts. The flower he sells is terrible."
Megumi pretends like this knowledge isn't important to her. "Wait, his last name is Itadori? I thought it was Ryoumen."
"That's just a middle name he goes by. Probably to sound cooler. I hate that motherfucker. Can we change the subject?" Gojo is kicking the gazebo in hatred and Megumi has to stifle a laugh.
The rest of the night is just as entertaining. Megumi ends up talking to Shoko for quite a while, since they share a common interest in pursuing medicine – Shoko with pathology, and Megumi with veterinary. They also happen to both be girls, but Shoko doesn't suspect that at all. Megumi has gotten her monotone voice to seem just androgynous enough to fool everyone so far. She even does random voice cracks every once in a while that are so believable she gets a chorus of teasing echoes from the three loudest members of their little group whenever they occur.
At the end of the night, Megumi is the only completely sober one, so she does the bulk of the tidying. There isn't much to throw away, and the much greater issue is where the alcohol went in the first place. Megumi ends up having to deposit the four boys from her school into their individual rooms. She's just happy she made it to each one without being dyed orange and brown.
When she finally gets to her own room to turn in for the night, she notices a message from Sukuna.
Amber: picking you up at 10am tomorrow. dress casual and wear sandals. were going out
*1 media file attached*
Megumi downloads the image. It's a picture of his cock.
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Sukuna really hates having to go the entire day without seeing Megumi, especially after learning that she has a third use to him as a super-soaker. He sighs flipping through his phone contacts, pressing on a contact name that says nothing about who he's talking with, at least not to anyone else. He's at the mall closest to their school at the same time Megumi is going to her function with Gojo. Of course, Sukuna doesn't know that those two are together. Would he care if he did know? Maybe, but he doesn't know why.
Anyway, his call gets answered and he chatters to the recipient for some time before landing his eyes on what he came to the mall for in the first place. Sukuna walks to a worn-looking sofa on the second floor of the mall and sits down, moving his heel as far back as he can go before he hits something. He leans down and picks up a wrapped slim box from under the sofa and hangs up his call. Well, that didn't take long. But then, it never really does. The part that takes the longest is hiding the damn shit once he gets back to campus. He slides the box into a shiny bag that originally came from a store in the same mall.
Usually, this is where Sukuna would leave to finish his 'work' for the day. It's the smart thing to do considering how much he has on him currently. But then he thinks about where he is: the mall, a place where more than half of the stores target women. He's never had a reason to enter most of these places, not until now. It dawns on Sukuna that he can now buy shit for Megumi to wear for him, and that realization almost feels more valuable than the drugs in his bag.
Sukuna darts from his seat immediately to find the skimpiest outfit possible for his girlfriend. It's not easy satisfying Sukuna's near endless perversion. He isn't satisfied with traditional lingerie or a simple short skirt. The goal is to find something that make Megumi look semi-presentable, but also incredibly fuckable. The kind of outfit where, if Sukuna saw Megumi on the street wearing it, he would run through traffic to get her number. His prayers are answered once he finds a Gap store with a denim skirt section. Bingo. He picks out a shirt to go with his selection and takes his findings to the cashier. Sukuna doesn't know Megumi's measurements or size, but he has a pretty good idea after seeing her naked three times.
The cashier is a cheerful lady with dyed green hair who starts her regular script. "Hi there! Find everything okay? Are you with our rewards program or would you like to sign up?"
Sukuna takes out his card and shakes his head, "I'm alright. I'll just pay for these."
The cashier sorts through the clothes, taking off their hangers and folding them. "Sounds great- oh these are cute! You buying these for someone?"
"My girlfriend." Sukuna nods back. It sounds weird saying the word still.
"Awww, how sweet. I'm sure she's gonna love them. Just a word of advice, though." She holds up the top that Sukuna picked out. "You probably mean well but since you're a guy: this shirt is kinda see-through. I know it doesn't look that way when it's not on a model. Just make sure you let her know!"
Sukuna flashes the cashier a wide grin as he taps his card on the rail, his eyes mischievous as ever. "Thank you. I'll be sure to tell her."
Megumi wakes Saturday morning more nervous than usual. That's not an uncommon feeling for her nowadays, but today's case is unusually relatable. Instead of feeling sick over being caught or avoiding a pervy teacher, she's simply queasy about going on her first date with Sukuna. Well, she doesn't actually know if it's a date, but Megumi can't imagine him summoning her in casual clothes means anything other than that. She hopes it's something boring, like them getting food. Megumi is desperate to learn more about Sukuna, and that would be the perfect opportunity.
When the digital clock flickers from 9:59 to 10:00, she hears three strong raps on her door. Before she can make it over to let him in, he's inviting himself in with her key. Megumi notes to herself that his knocking is likely his version of a courtesy. She's heard of people's mothers doing the same thing. How funny.
"I was gonna open the door for you. You're so impatient." Megumi rolls her eyes while leaning against the wall near her closet, putting her sandals on.
Sukuna takes his keys, which are connected to his wallet, and starts playing catch with himself. The sound they make when they hit his palm is a metallic thud. "You're too slow. I wanna get our day started as soon as possible."
He walks over to Megumi and inspects her footwear, but nothing else. He nods, "Those'll work, I guess."
Megumi turns her head up at him in confusion, "What are you on about?"
Sukuna shakes a bag that's in his hand and winks at her. "You'll see soon. Anyway, I hope those are comfortable to walk in, cuz we're gonna be out the whole day."
Megumi shrugs, but her questions quickly return, "What are we doing anyway? You didn't say anything and the 'visual' you sent me wasn't very helpful." She rolls her eyes and pokes his chest while walking past him to look at herself in the mirror.
Sukuna giggles at that and herds her along past the mirror, to her door, "C'mon, we're burning daylight, I'll tell you on the way."
They make it outside campus unseen. Megumi supposes rising at ten in the morning is a big ask for guys her age, with which she is inclined to agree. If it weren't for Sukuna's insistence on this random outing, she would much the same be asleep.
The plastic bag in Sukuna's grip rustles as they walk. "We're going to the mall. I'm curious to see what you're like when my dick isn't touching some part of you."
The crassness of that statement earns Sukuna a proper glare, but she nods as well. "Really? That's it? You're not roping me into some weird shit now, are you? What's in that bag?"
"Jeez, babe. You're all fucking questions this morning. Can't a guy take his girl out? You'll see what's in the bag, soon. It's a present." He ruffles her hair and she can't help but flush.
So that's how they end up at the train station. Megumi runs to the restroom quickly while Sukuna is paying their fare (the gentleman he is), so she doesn't see where their destination is, although she guesses it'll only be a few stops over. Imagine her surprise when those few stops come and go and they are still on the damn train. After the seventh stop, Megumi starts taking her frustration out on Sukuna in a series of pointed looks.
Sukuna meets her gaze and cracks a grin, "Something wrong?"
Megumi has her arms and legs crossed in irritation. "Where the fuck are you taking me?"
Sukuna leans back and places a warm hand on her clothed thigh. It's heavy. "We can't go to the mall near us, babe. There's bound to be someone we know there. This is just safer, no?"
Megumi matches his lean and uncrosses her arms. She supposes that's true. Even though them being seen together wouldn't expose her identity, it might make them appear as an item. Megumi snorts.
"What's so funny, huh?" Sukuna gives her thigh a squeeze.
Megumi turns to Sukuna and pinches his cheek, which he gives her a soft glare for, "You scared the boys are gonna think you're gay?"
Sukuna rolls his eyes into an evil smile, "Oh baby, I'm not doing this for my sake." He lifts the bag for her to see.
Megumi's eyes narrow at the bag in confusion and maybe slight horror, kind of like when a pot starts boiling over and the lid begins shaking like crazy. She pans up to see his shit-eating grin and softly punches him in the arm.
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"Sukunaaa, I look like a whore in this," is what Megumi whines from behind the door. She found out the contents of that bag was this get-up that was likely inspired from some shitty 80's porn flick Sukuna should not have seen as a kid. Whatever font of inspiration led to this outfit choice, Megumi has personal beef with it now.
"Really? Let me see." Sukuna shoots back cheekily.
She opens the door and reveals herself in the jean skirt and white crop top Sukuna picked out the day prior. He's got a perfect view of her tits. That sales clerk was totally on the money. "Could you not have gotten me a bra or something? This is obscene!"
"What are you saying, Gumi? Your tits are perky, they look great."
"Dumbass, that's not why women wear bras."
"Oh really? So why don't they make low-hanging ones?"
Megumi pauses and then sputters, "Because of patriarchy."
"Suddenly I love patriarchy."
Megumi storms out of the bathroom and tugs Sukuna along with her, "You're such a fucking dick it's unreal."
"You know I love your fire, baby? You're the only one who gets to talk to me like this." Sukuna says with a big fucking smile. Megumi sits with that for a second. She's normally very aloof, but being around this dickhead brings out a different side of her. Megumi reminds herself of Kugisaki Nobara, her best friend.
Megumi turns around and narrows her eyes at him, "Yea, because no one else is cosplaying fucking Pretty Woman with you."
Sukuna barks a laugh at that and takes the bag with Megumi's other clothes.
Megumi notices that and it marginally improves her mood. "Good, carry my shit like a real boyfriend. Oh, and there's something else you can do."
Before Sukuna can refuse it, she's pulling off his denim jacket and throwing it over her own shoulders. "Hey! First my cash, now you're ripping clothes off me?"
Megumi spins around so he can see all of her. "This is much better." She leans on Sukuna and he has to admit, she does look beautiful instead of slutty now.
Megumi rubs her hand on his chest while taking in what he's wearing. He's got on jeans and a white tee. "Oh wow, look at that. You matched us perfectly." She's cooing it at him like she's sooo impressed.
She's going for bratty, maybe even a little bitchy just to get under Sukuna's skin. What she doesn't expect is how hard he swallows following her statement, or how his ears tinge red. Oh he likes compliments now, does he? He turns to her, "You keep talking like that and I'm gonna take you back to that bathroom and rail you." He punctuates that threat with a nice squeeze to her side, and now its Megumi's turn to get red in the face.
Megumi huffs into a pout, "Fine, fine. Have it your way. Now, where are we going?"
Sukuna leads her gingerly by her waist across the tracks. He lets his hand fall by his side before intertwining their fingers. Megumi gives him an unreadable expression, maybe something close to shock. He's really taking this seriously, huh? He squeezes her hand and pets her hair with a quick kiss.
The mall isn't too much further from there. Since this is the States, the pedestrian entrance to the parking lot isn't exactly well-kept. There's a hole in the sidewalk that's needlessly difficult for Megumi to cross given the restricting nature of her current attire. Sukuna ameliorates the situation by scooping her up and plopping her on the other side.
He keeps his hold on her when her feet touch the ground, "Ehem, I think I've earned something." He leans in close, touching their foreheads.
Megumi gives that a small grin, "Really? I could have just walked around that, y'know." Their faces are so close she's practically saying it into his mouth.
Sukuna clicks his tongue and tightens his hold, "What? Let you walk in the street? Hell no. Plus, someone might think you're working." He gives her that cheeky ass grin and she hits his chest.
"Asshole. I look like a hooker because of you."
"Yea, which is why you aren't leaving my sight." Megumi rolls her eyes at that but finally Sukuna gets his kiss.
He continues leading her until they reach the entrance of the mall. Megumi reaches for the handle but Sukuna beats her to it, holding the door open for her.
Megumi saunters in wearing an impressed expression, "Woooow, you're really on your best behavior today."
He takes her hand again, "What, you thought I was raised in a barn?"
"I can't tell with you, Sukuna: one moment you're blackmailing me, the next you're over here opening doors for me. Plus, I don't know the first thing about you." Megumi explains while her eyes trail to the stores in front of them.
Sukuna heaves a sigh at that, "Yeah, I know. It's been a crazy week, huh? That's kinda what this date is for though. I really didn't think we'd get along this well."
Megumi stops and turns to face him fully, "What did you think was going to happen?"
Sukuna gives her a neutral expression and an even more tasteless answer, "I dunno."
Megumi furrows her brows at that, "You don't know? It seemed like you were planning what to do with me for a month."
Sukuna shrugs and it raises Megumi's blood pressure, "I didn't know what you'd let me get away with, to be honest."
"I didn't exactly have a choice."
Sukuna sighs yet again like this conversation is inconveniencing him, but Megumi gives him credit for not shutting it down completely. He continues, "I don't really know how to admit this." There's a pause and Sukuna looks off to the side, as if trying to pick his next words carefully. He looks back at her and takes a step into her space, staring down at her through his bottom lashes. "I was never gonna rat you out if you rejected me. That was just my first plan to get you into bed with me."
Suddenly Megumi's stomach starts turning. She backs up a few paces and hits the wall. "W-what?" Megumi looks around her. She's in a town she's never been before. There's money in her wallet, but not a lot. She doesn't know the train fare. Why did she agree to go out again? She's clearly out of her depth. Her arms curl around her since she feels a lot colder than a few minutes ago. The AC must be pretty high in here. When Megumi peers up at Sukuna again, she's blinking at him more than staring.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Sukuna sounds irritated. Megumi frowns at the tile and starts digging her nails into her arms.
Sukuna enters her space yet again, crowding her. "Look, I know it was shitty of me. Is that what you want me to say? Fushiguro, look at me."
Megumi's head snaps up at him, "What do you want me to say? How am I supposed to react to that? Why are you telling me this now?" She's got tears in her eyes and she's trying not to make a scene.
Sukuna's hard gaze softens a bit and he pulls his jacket over her a bit tighter. He takes out a handkerchief (very old-fashioned of him) and gives it to her. She accepts it, giving him a confused and hurt look in return.
Sukuna raises a hand and scratches his undercut, "I told you before that I'm not really used to being around girls my age." Megumi gives him a look that says 'are you fucking kidding me', but Sukuna continues, "This is how I treat everyone. I'm used to getting my way by doing shit like this." He puts his hand down and instead uses it to card through Megumi's locks.
Megumi blocks his hand and steps to the side. Megumi doesn't see it, but Sukuna goes white in the face. "Sukuna, just answer me one thing."
Sukuna swallows the lump in his throat, "Yes?"
Megumi meets his eyes, "If I walk out of here right now and refuse to ever see you again, will you snitch on me?"
It tickles some part of Megumi to see how nervous he seems after that question. He looks like he's about to shit his pants. Deserved.
Sukuna doesn't remove his gaze from hers, "No, I won't"
Megumi blinks at him, searching his face for some kind of tell. It would honestly be easier for her to handle his answer if she could see he was lying. But she can't. The idea that he might be telling the truth about this makes her head spin with unwelcome mixed feelings. "I don't trust you."
"And I don't blame you." He steps forward but doesn't touch her. "I brought you here so I could apologize. Now that I've gotten to know you, I want something with you. Not just a fling."
Megumi scrunches his hankie with both her hands and takes a step towards him, "So where's my apology, then?"
"You're not getting one."
"What?! You just said-"
"I'm not apologizing until I know you won't leave me." He caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.
Megumi furrows her brows even more, but her face betrays her with a sheen of pink, "Why does that matter?"
Sukuna finally pulls Megumi back into his embrace, chinning her mop of inky hair, "Cuz that's the only thing I've got on you now. You really want me to, right?"
"You really think that's gonna work on me?"
"I'm taking the gamble that it will, yes."
Megumi starts picking at the fabric on Sukuna's shirt. "I don't get you at all." She murmurs weakly into his chest.
"Let me explain it, then. I'm not a morally good person, but I'm trying to change. Only for you, of course. I'm gonna keep being the same lovely person to everyone else. You know why?"
Megumi cranes her neck, shaking her head in confusion.
"I live life guided only by my pleasure and displeasure. I take what I want, when I want it. But with you?" He squeezes her waist. "Taking from you isn't fun. I only want what you give to me. I guess it's that simple."
There's nothing witty Megumi can say to that, in fact, there's nothing generally she can say to that. So she doesn't say anything. His explanation wasn't long, but she gets the feeling that this is the most honest and genuine he will ever be with her. If Megumi hadn't dated and dealt with so many shitty men in her life already, she might be out the door by now, but Megumi had, so still her feet remained. Don't be fooled, I'm just as disappointed as you are.
"If you ran out of here right now, I wouldn't snitch on you like some coward. I'd run out after you and beg you to stay."
"You've only known me for like three days, Sukuna. Isn't this a bit much?" Megumi gives him a wary look. She's not fully shutting him down because despite everything, his words are fucking working on her like magic. She afraid that if he lets go, she'll sink into a puddle from how weak her legs are getting. Girl! Oh my god! The bar is in hell.
Sukuna shakes his head and pins her with an earnest look. It wears handsomely on him. "Megumi, I might be young but I'm not stupid. You're the best I'm ever getting. You're fucking beautiful and smart and kind of crazy and fiery in the way I'm into. If I let you get away now, I'll be thinking about you 'til I die."
Megumi is nigh scarlet at this point so she tears away from his grip and tugs his wrist behind her, "Okay! Okay! I'm not fucking leaving! Can we start looking around now?"
Sukuna catches up to her pace and laces their fingers, "Yes, baby. Anything for you."
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So that's how they spend the next hour and a half. Megumi leads Sukuna into some store that each has its own signature scent and brand of irritating music, and of course, Megumi looks around and buys nothing.
"Why aren't you getting anything? I'm paying for it, obviously." Sukuna finally mentions after the tenth place they've entered.
Megumi turns to him, crossing her arms. "I dunno. I'm not really used to buying stuff new. There's just too much to choose from. Aren't you gonna get something?"
"Nah. If I'm picking something out, it's gonna be for you to wear." He tells her through a wink.
Sukuna pulls out his phone. There's a score of missed calls, which he pointedly ignores. Megumi notices this and notes down the name 'AkaShiro' in her memory. "It's almost 1:00, Gumi. Wanna get something to eat?"
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It always amazes Megumi how many people frequent the food court at any mall. Perhaps the proximity to so many fast food options acts like a lodestone to the average American's grease-seeking tendencies. In any case, Megumi isn't used to eating fast food, since Toji thought it was 'too expensive' when she was younger. She only really had it when another adult was in charge of her for the day. (Which happened quite often, since Megumi was used as collateral for her father to pay off his debt several times. Megumi didn't realize these were fucking kidnappings until years later, since they treated her better than Toji did.)
Megumi stands near the west-side entrance to the food court with crossed arms, scanning her options. Sukuna has put her in charge of choosing their lunch, while he stands lazily scrolling through his phone beside her.
"I can't decide! There's too many options."
Sukuna sighs and deposits his phone back into his pocket. "Are all women this fucking indecisive?"
Megumi turns to him with a scandalized expression. "I just- I've never even been to half of these places! It's not a woman-thing, and if it is, it's also because of patriarchy!"
Sukuna scratches his undercut. "If that's the case, I'm gonna have to rethink how I feel about this 'patriarchy' situation, because this is annoying."
Megumi's jaw hangs open as she shakes her head at him in equal part disbelief and disappointment. "You're something else, Sukuna."
Sukuna wraps his arms around her and scans the food court himself. "Yeah, I've been told. Raising Canes. You ever been there?" Megumi shakes her head. "OK. That's where we're going. They only serve one fucking thing there so you won't be able to waste any time ordering."
Megumi scoffs incredulously but lets herself be dragged by Sukuna to the restaurant. They receive their food and sit down at a single table. Sukuna's big ass legs are so long he has to put them around Megumi's chair, since they don't fit under the table. Using those long appendages, he scoots her closer to him and the table.
Megumi slightly winces at the horrible scratching noise that comes from the wonky chair she's sitting on. "You really like doing that, don't you?"
"I like having you close to me." He says while shaking his drink.
"I think you just like controlling where I am." Megumi points out while crossing her arms. She's looking at this big ass cup of sauce that Sukuna insisted on ordering. It's literally a medium-sized fountain-drink cup full of orangey sauce and it has Megumi shaking her head and stifling a laugh at its absurdity.
"Oh absolutely." Sukuna sticks a fry into the sauce chalice. "But I told you I'm working on being an alright guy for you."
Megumi takes a bite out of one the tenders. They kinda suck. "And how are you going about that?"
Sukuna frowns at her, taking the tender out of her hand before sticking it in the cup and back into her mouth. Okay, it tastes a little better now. She gets it. "Well, I don't really know what you want, but I know that you don't like being ordered around. You said I was a stranger to you, right? Well, I figured you could ask me whatever you want right now."
Megumi washes her mouth full of sauce (with a side of tender) down with her drink while pondering what to ask him. There's so much to go over with him that she doesn't even know where to begin. "What's your favorite color?" It's a silly question, but she can't stand dead air with Sukuna.
"If you flash me right now I could tell you."
Megumi throws a fry at him for that, which he catches with his mouth. How animalistic. "Ugh, never mind. Hmm…." She searches him, as if staring at him long enough will provoke some thoughtful thing for her to ask. It's in vain, since looking at Sukuna for prolonged periods of time usually inhibits her ability to think clearly.
"How about this," Sukuna interjects, "you've got your dad, right? Both my parents are dead. Don't remember them at all, so don't say sorry or anything. I was raised by my grandfather."
Megumi leans forward and leans her chin onto her hand, "Really? That's interesting. I guess I can see the influence now that I think of it."
Sukuna frowns, "What the hell does that mean?"
Megumi bites back a smile at his response, "I don't know how many Gen Z guys carry around handkerchiefs, Sukuna. Plus your whole get-up is giving Bruce Springsteen kinda."
Sukuna leans back and motions to a table full of guys near them. They all are wearing ridiculous oversized hoodies and sporting these devastatingly unattractive broccoli-haircuts. "You rather I dressed like one of these gents?"
"Uhm, hell no."
"Well there you go." He takes a sip out of her drink. "Why the fuck would you choose Sprite when they have Coke available?"
"What? What's wrong with Sprite?" She takes her cup back and looks between him and the drink.
"It's the inferior option. Unless it's Sprite cranberry. You should only get Sprite when the other option is Pepsi."
"What if I decide to get Pepsi instead of Coke?"
"Then I don't even know you."
Megumi has to laugh at that. He's just so ridiculous. When Megumi returns her gaze to Sukuna he's got an uncharacteristically giddy smile on.
"You've got a cute laugh, Gumi."
That instantly extinguishes her laughter as she pulls her usual impassive expression back on. Laughing is just soo humiliating, right?
"Yeah, thanks." Megumi says tersely through a blush. "You were talking about your family…?"
Sukuna's smile doesn't evacuate, if anything, it's gotten bigger. "Riiight, right. My family. I've got a brother who's our age, and another one who's a few years ahead. Both are dumbass wimps." He shrugs.
Megumi meditates with that for a moment before speculating, "I'm just gonna take a guess and assume they're more normal than you are."
Sukuna scoffs at that, "If you were betting on that, it'd be a cheap win since most people are. Them included, I guess. Anyway, enough about me. You got any family you wanna talk about?"
Megumi shakes her drink around in a circle. She imagines the cubes inside are forming a whirlpool. "Well, it's just my dad and I. My mom passed away when I was younger. I had a step-sister for a while, but that ended when my step-mom found out my dad racked up a bunch of debt on her credit card, among other incidents. I haven't seen my step-sister in a while, but I always wonder how she's doing."
Sukuna steals one of Megumi's fries, and Megumi lets him. "You guys were close, I take it?"
Megumi sets her cup down and sighs. "Yea. She took care of me the most in that house, if you can believe that."
"With how shitty your life has been, you're gonna have one hell of a college essay."
Megumi chuckles at that and picks at the last of her tenders. "Yea, you're right. There's so much to talk about I don't know what I can include under the word limit."
"Jeez, that's depressing. Now that I think of it, I don't even know what I'm gonna write about in my personal essay."
Megumi leans forward and kicks one of Sukuna's thighs cheekily, "Why not? Can't you talk about being an entrepreneur?"
Sukuna stays stock still as he slurps from his drink. The cup is nearly empty so it makes that loud scratchy bubbling noise and he gazes at her with an impeccable poker face. "No I can't."
Megumi puts her head into a fist on the table and pouts facetiously, "How come?"
Sukuna gets up from the table, "Cuz there's nothing to talk about. Now, are you done eating? I wanna keep looking around."
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The rounds they do around the mall after lunch are a bit less spirited since they're both a bit bogged down from how heavy their meal was. Megumi is just about to tell Sukuna she's tired before he's dragging her into a Gap store.
"This is where I got your outfit. Not this exact location, but still. Go look around and see if you want something." Sukuna pushes the back of her head with a kiss.
Megumi wants to turn around and complain, but Sukuna is already engrossed in his phone. Typical. She rolls her eyes and makes her way through the store. Maybe it's because she's sleepier, or maybe it's due to the fact that Gap runs mostly denim and heavy cotton stuff, but she's able to pick out a few things she could see herself wearing in this store. She gathers them and heads back to Sukuna.
Sukuna looks up from his phone and is pleased to see that she's found something, "You getting those?"
Megumi turns her head towards the changing rooms, "I'm gonna try this stuff on first. Come with me?"
Sukuna takes the clothes from her and lets her lead the way. It doesn't miss him how rather… open the fitting room situation is here. Sukuna is pretty cheap with his own clothes (except for his jeans and boots, those are non-negotiable), so he tends to shop at the more affordable places. He fucking hates having to deal with the employees at Marshall's who make him take a number and count his items before letting him into a fitting room, as if he's gonna pocket a five-dollar shirt that only fits someone his size. However, in this place you can just… walk in? The omnipresent devil on Sukuna's shoulder (which is obviously the more vocal one) is howling right now. They don't even have the rooms segregated by gender. Ohhhh man!
Megumi walks into an open stall with Sukuna hot on her tail. The door clicks shut behind them and Megumi notices Sukuna in the mirror.
She turns around, "Thanks for holding those, I guess. You can wait outside on the bench out there and I'll show you how they look, kay?" She takes the clothes, fully expecting Sukuna to actually listen to her.
Instead, Sukuna plops down on the bench inside the room, moving some hangers and clothes so he can be seated more comfortably.
Megumi puts a hand on her hip and squints down at him, "Uhm, wrong bench. Try again." She points to the door.
Sukuna leans back and folds his arms behind his head, grinning, "More efficient this way, isn't it?"
Megumi walks forward and shrugs off Sukuna jacket, draping it over his face. "Nothing efficient ever happens after my clothes come off in front of you."
Sukuna chuckles at that and takes his jacket off his face, placing it next to him. Megumi has taken her top off already. She's got her back turned to him, but that does little considering there's a mirror next to her. Oh how Sukuna loves mirrors. He rises and wraps his hand around her tiny waist before she can reach for one of the tops she picked earlier.
"I hope your intention right now is to help me dress."
"Oh, absolutely fucking not."
Megumi turns around in his grip and looks up at him seductively. Her cheeks are flushed immaculately. "Then there's something you need to ask."
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Fucking in a changing room should be really nerve-racking, all things considered. However, at least in this store, the lack of attendant and general customers, plus the loud music in the store make it pretty easy to get away with for them. Sukuna is holding her by her bare waist as she's pressed against the mirror. He's been teasing her clit with his cock for the last minute or so.
Megumi starts grinding back on him impatiently, "Sukunaaa, put it in already." Her breath steams up the mirror from her whining.
Sukuna obliges her with a chuckle, earning a hiss from her once he fulfills her request. He slides in slowly, taking it out after a few inches before repeating the process. Megumi groans in irritation and meets her hips to his, which makes him shudder and nearly drop her.
"Holy shit, baby. You're more ready for this than I am." He breathes out shakily.
He begins drilling her with short thrusts deep into her pussy. Megumi spreads her legs even more and reaches a hand down to play with her clit while her g-spot is being pummeled. She's completely naked except for her boots, and has her eyes closed in bliss. Neither of them can really moan, so Sukuna stifles himself with a few hisses, while Megumi has taken to whimpering into a bitten lip. Megumi's sounds get more and more desperate and her head begins to curl down on the mirror. Sukuna knows she's close so he claps a hand to her mouth just as she comes undone. She clenches around his cock and they both groan, although Sukuna's is muffled into her hair.
Sukuna spins Megumi around, planting a wet kiss on her lips before leading her to the bench he was sitting on previously. He throws his jacket down as a makeshift blanket and then has her sit on it with her legs splayed open for him. He fists his cock a few times before leaning on the wall and sinking into Megumi again. That angle only works for a few minutes until his back is cramping, so Sukuna relents and simply decides to pick Megumi up.
"H-huh?! How are you even-" Sukuna ends that thought with a searing kiss.
Fucking her like this is even worse for his back, but he doesn't care as it's letting him hit deep inside of her. Megumi is panting into his mouth and her pussy is tighter than it's ever felt. It doesn't take long before they're both finishing, with Sukuna biting her lip to muffle her.
He sets her down gently on his jacket before helping her dress again. She looks completely drained. Sukuna makes the executive decision to buy everything she picked out and simply return it if it doesn't fit. Just then, Megumi's phone rings.
"Shit! It's 3:00." Megumi yawns while staring at the screen.
"What's wrong?" Sukuna is picking up her things.
"My best friend Nobara calls me every Saturday at 3:00 so we can catch up. I'll have to call her later." Megumi stands up on shaky legs while she shoots her friend a message.
"Let's go baby. You need a nap." Sukuna kisses her head as they leave the changing room.
No one confronts them in the store if they heard anything, and they leave the mall without ending up on sex offender registry, thankfully. As they're passing a few stores on the way back to the train station, the display of the vintage store closest to their destination piques his interest.
"Baby, there's one more thing we gotta buy."
Megumi tracks his gaze to what looks like a school girl outfit right out of a retro porno. Seriously, she wouldn't be surprised if it came with stains and everything.
"I'm assuming you won't be the one wearing that." Despite how tired she is, she still has energy left to banter.
"I'd never want to stretch out something so beautiful, other than your pussy of course." Megumi reaches up and pinches his ear for that.
Regardless, he guides her into the store and Sukuna manages to haggle the damn outfit down to thirty dollars. Once it's bagged, they march on the train station without any further interruptions.
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Sukuna pats his pockets. "Well shit, I dunno if I have any cash left on me. Looks like you're gonna have to walk home, Megumi."
"What?"
"Yeaaa." Sukuna drawls sarcastically. "Maybe if you take off my jacket, some nice guy will wanna drive you home."
He's clearly prodding her in jest, and fully expects to see her roll her eyes when he turns to look at her. Maybe she'd sport him a soft punch on the arm. But that's not what he sees. He sees his girlfriend hugging herself tightly. It appears as if she's thinking about something intensely. Her eyes are watering and she's not all there.
Sukuna instantly freezes and his eyes go wide. What the fuck? He swallows the distance between them and places his hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly. "Baby?" His voice is laced with worry.
Her eyes meet his with a jolt. "Why would you say that?" She sounds utterly broken and Sukuna doesn't understand why.
Is she really upset about what he just said? "Gumi, I'm not being serious. You know that, right?"
He guides her to a bench and sits her down. "Baby, I'd never abandon you seven towns over from campus, that's just crazy." He rubs circles into her hands, which have gone clammy.
"I-I know you wouldn't." Megumi takes out Sukuna's hankie from earlier and wipes her eyes. She closes her eyes and sighs, trying to ground herself and regain composure. Sukuna's ministrations are marginally assisting that effort.
She turns to him. "You just… You remind me of him. I don't like it."
Sukuna looks taken aback. "Who? Who do I remind you of?"
Megumi's head drops down and she has to fight not to cry. "My dad." She throws her head back and points her eyes toward the station's wooden ceiling, trying to will the tears in her eyes to stay in there. All it does is make her nose runny. "It's not your fault, Kuna. The way you said that, it just happened to remind me of something I haven't thought about in years."
"What the fuck happened?"
Megumi cleans her eyes with the hankie again and takes a few deep breaths. "I was six, I think?" Sukuna is already wincing at that number. "My dad took us out somewhere. It was someone's house. He spent the whole day playing poker while I watched cartoons. By the end of the day, he'd lost all his fucking cash. He didn't have a car, so we went on the subway. I ran to the bathroom and when I came back, he was gone. He was fucking drunk and left me there with no money, no way to get back. At least if we boarded together, we could have been kicked off the next stop together, but that drunkard abandoned me. I remember wailing until the cops came and brought me to the station. I didn't know our address or anything. It took so long until they finally took me home, and my dad wasn't even there. I remember waiting on the stoop of the house with these cops next to me. They had to keep telling their radios that they were babysitting me. I felt so small, like an inconvenience. I sat there wondering why he would leave me, or why he didn't come looking for me. From that point on, I never expected anything out of my father."
Megumi leans on Sukuna and looks up at him meekly, still breathing in staggered breaths. "I'm sorry. I know you aren't like that. I shouldn't have reacted that way."
"Why are you apologizing?" Sukuna traces her jaw with his thumb lazily. Her explanation and story make total sense, but he's not any less worried.
Megumi looks at Sukuna shocked. "What? I mean… it's not like you knew about how much my childhood sucked. You know, you said earlier that you want this to work long term. Are you ready to deal with all this? I'm kinda fucked up."
"I should be saying that to you, sweetheart." He kisses her forehead. "No I don't mind your life kinda sucks. Without that, we wouldn't be together." With that, Megumi's usual fire is apparently rekindled, if her punching him in the chest is anything to go by. Sukuna chuckles. "I'm not gonna leave you because you get upset sometimes. If I didn't want to deal with that, I'd be into guys." Megumi fully rises from her seat and begins swatting Sukuna with his own handkerchief in protest.
The train ride back to campus is peaceful, with Megumi using Sukuna's shoulder as a pillow for a well-earned nap. He can't help but stare at her the entire time. Megumi is changed back into her masculine garb by the time they reenter the school and Sukuna walks her back to her room.
He attempts to enter her room with her, but is met with the palm of his girlfriend on his chest instead. "Can you give me like an hour? Hour and a half? I need to call Nobara back."
Sukuna crosses his arms and snorts, "You guys gonna talk about me?"
"Yea, obviously."
He ruffles her hair before turning around. "One hour. And then I'm staying the night. I'm setting a timer once I get back to my room."
Megumi lends that a small smile before entering her room again. She has soooo much to fucking talk about with Nobara.