Megumi closes the door gently, face still flushed on the heels of Sukuna's departing comment. She saddles up to the door with her arms behind her, bouncing on her toes. It's the picture of giddiness. This goes on for a few more seconds before Megumi is hit with a wave of self-awareness. She grows even redder, this time from embarrassment, and quickly kicks out of her clothes from the outing, possibly in some vain attempt to shed the cringe she feels along with her outfit.
She slides onto her comforter, or rather what's left of it. The remainder of it hangs haphazardly from 'her' side of the bed. It's astonishing how much damage Sukuna was able to inflict upon her sleeping area in just one night. He caused every sheet to be pulled from its tucked place in her mattress, too. She'll have to fix it when he comes back, or better yet, he can fucking fix it.
Megumi pulls out her phone to start the call. Remarkably, it has most of its charge, which speaks to how little she used it today. Sukuna is good at keeping her attention, if nothing else. Not even five rings pass before Nobara is picking up in a shriek at the other end.
"Oh my god! Thank god! Are you okay!?" Nobara is likewise sitting on her bed in her pajamas. Her eyes look disproportionally large in her phone's front-camera, which causes her panic to show more.
Megumi backs the phone from her face in surprise, "Yes! Yes! I'm okay! Sorry for not texting you earlier."
"Why didn't you respond to my call at 3:00?" Nobara is fiddling with something, probably painting her nails. Her tone is a touch worried but not irritated.
Megumi scratches her head sheepishly, "Nobara… we have so much to talk about."
Nobara looks up at that and registers the look embarrassment on her friend's face. She perks up and puts her nail polish on her nightstand. "Whaaaaaaat? Something happen?"
Megumi leans back on her pillows and bites her lip, "I was getting railed when you called me." She claps a hand over her mouth.
Nobara blinks at that for a few seconds before her eyes widen, "Wait, by who? Did you get found out, or is this some other guy off-campus?"
Megumi feels taken aback by how quickly her friend guesses the situation. She also doesn't like how concerned Nobara looks at the former possibility.
Megumi's voice falters a bit, "Uhm, it's a guy on campus. He found me out a few days ago. It's really complicated so let me explain."
Megumi relays all of the details from the last week, to which Nobara grows increasingly horrified. "Wait, let me get this right: he knew you were a girl from a month, blackmailed you with that information, and now you're like… just… dating him? Willingly?" Her voice sounds more cautious than judgmental.
"It sounds really bad when you put it like that."
"Well, you're too broke for therapy so someone has to set you straight."
Megumi sighs and leans further into the pillows she has rested on the headboard, "I know it sounds crazy, but I don't know." Megumi looks down from her phone. There's shame and embarassment twisting in her belly for being so honest with her feelings about Sukuna. "There's just something about him. He's really fucking growing on me and I'm scared since he still has so much power over me."
"What is it that you like about this guy?" Nobara frowns, trying to imagine what redeemable qualities Sukuna might have. Megumi has a devastating track record of shitty exes, so Nobara finds herself doing this arduous mental exercise around twice a year.
"Well," Megumi scratches her face while she picks out a corner of her ceiling to focus on, "he's handsome."
"Is it big?"
Megumi's eyes dart back to her screen. "I knew you were gonna ask that."
Nobara shrugs, "Hey, if both of those are true, he's beating like three of your exes already."
Megumi scoffs and shakes her head, "Yea, it is big. He sent me a random dick pic yesterday to remind me."
"Ooooo lemme see!"
"I can't just send you his nudes, Barbara."
Nobara frowns at that nickname, "Yes you can. Girl, fuck him! He's basically a rapist."
Megumi chews on that for a second before agreeing, "Yea, you're right, actually. Fine, let me find it."
Megumi knows it's sent when she hears the notification sound from Nobara's phone. "Oh shit! He's fucking huge. Wait, is it curved up too? Okay, I'm kinda getting why you're letting him free-use you. That is a porn-star dick."
Megumi bursts out laughing, hitting her sheets in the process. "Oh my god, thank you. I really needed this today."
Nobara points at Megumi accusingly. "I get the physical side of it, but you're not off the hook for clearly falling in love with a guy who blackmailed you for sex."
Megumi turns beet red and begins sputtering in protest uselessly, "Uhm! That's not what's happening!"
"Oh really? Cuz just a few minutes ago, you were going on about, 'Oh! He said he's gonna become a better person for me!' That sounds a lot like, 'I can fix him!'"
Megumi's eyes move around her room, avoiding Nobara's as she comes up with an explanation. "Well, it's just been complicated. He could have just kept on cashing in on the blackmail he has, but now we're going on dates? It's happened so quickly I'm still reeling. I know you're right, Nobara. I'm just… I don't know. What I'm worried about now is that he'll get bored of me and expose me anyway. I'm trying to learn more about his drug stuff so I can use it against him if I need to."
Nobara heaves a sigh and rubs her temple. "This is such a fucking mess, Megs. If you are really serious about being with this guy and giving him a chance, feeling the need to have blackmail on him is just fucking crazy. That's so wrong. I'm not saying you shouldn't do it, I'm just telling you you're in a horrible situation. Plus, the whole thing with him not apologizing to you until you're emotionally dependent on him is soooo fucking toxic. Like, I obviously hope you're right and that he does get better, but this is the worst start to a relationship I've ever heard. I'm gonna need a picture of him to see what you're talking about, because this guy has to look like Henry fucking Cavill to make up for this shitty behavior."
Megumi capitalizes off of Nobara's last quip to get out of having to respond to that earlier analysis of her abysmal dynamic, "I don't have any photos of him, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any social media. I looked already."
Thankfully, Nobara is content to move on from criticizing Megumi's relationship woes, "Oh my god, in this day and age? Sounds like this guy in my class, Yuji. He's totally your type by the way. Dumb and kind. Fucking huge, too. How tall is Sukuna, anyway?"
Megumi doesn't actually know the answer to that question. She figures he's taller than Gojo, however, "Uhm, he's at least 6'3. Maybe a few inches upward of that."
"You could climb him like a tree."
Megumi flips onto her stomach, kicking her legs in the air, "That's the plan, I think."
"Yea? How many times have you guys done it?" Nobara is leaning into her phone, as if that will make the gossip arrive to her ears faster.
"Oh my god, like… I don't even know. He fingered me in his room, and then he came to my room and fucked me. And then we had sex that night too, and then the morning after that. Oh, and when you called, we had just gotten done fucking in a changing room at Gap."
Nobara pauses for a second, "This man has you under spells! Oh my god, it's like Romeo and Juliet. If he passes out in front of you or something, you better not try killing yourself to join him."
"You're so unserious."
"You've gotten laid more in three days than I have in the past fucking year!"
Megumi chuckles, "That's because you're too selective."
Nobara clicks her tongue, "I also don't have the Hulk treating me like his concubine. Anyway, how has it been?"
Megumi's head falls into her arms, "Ugh, really good. Other than the time I had him wear a condom. That was really bad."
"You've been doing it RAW?"
"…"
"Girl…."
"Okay, okay!" Megumi sits up and puts her phone on her pillow, trying to collect herself as she mounts her defense, "I can explain! It's just that… he's really fucking good in bed-"
"Uhm! Megumi!"
"What-?"
There's that familiar huff that Sukuna's nose makes, right in her ear, "What am I so good at?"
Megumi practically screams and shrinks into her headboard. Unfortunately, in her panic, she neglects to get her phone, which Sukuna then collects.
He sees the messages between the two girls, including the picture of his manhood, "You guys are discussing some important things, aren't you?" He turns the phone to show Megumi and her jaw flies open. Sukuna turns the phone back around to himself, "You must be Nobara, right?"
"Megumi! Are you okay?" Megumi sits up when she hears her friend's voice.
"My girlfriend is fine. She's kinda busy though, so she's gonna hang up now. See ya."
"Wai-"
The line goes dead and Sukuna meets Megumi's horrified face with the smuggest look she's ever seen.
"So good you had to share it, huh?"
Megumi perches on her heels in front of Sukuna, biting her lip, "Are you mad?"
"I'm a healthy guy, so no. However," He pokes her forehead, "You probably shouldn't want anyone else seeing my cock, right?"
Megumi crosses her arms and pouts, "It's Nobara! That doesn't count. Plus, how the fuck did you sneak in here without making any sound?"
Sukuna takes a seat next to her and pecks her on the cheek, loosening her arms so he can hold her, "This hall is brand new. I guess the locks are softer and the floor boards are too new to creak just yet. Kinda funny."
Megumi shakes her head while closing her eyes tightly, as if trying to evacuate the embarrassment of what just occurred.
Sukuna places her phone back into her hand, "You guys have a good talk, I take it?"
Megumi nods while a yawn takes hold of her. Being around him is making her sleepy recently. "Yea, we had a lot to catch up on. I feel bad, I was talking most of the time." She leans into him and he starts playing with the hem of the briefs she's wearing.
"I'm sure you had more to talk about this week, huh?"
Megumi nods as she cards a hand through his hair. She likes the way he combs it upwards. When she pulls her hand back, there's a film of dust on it. She frowns and comments on it before thinking, "Why is your hair so dusty?"
Sukuna gives her that blank look that tells her everything and nothing she needs to know; that this dirt on her hand has something to do with his hustle. He stands up from the bed. "You need to shower? I'm due for one." He turns around and grabs his things.
Megumi stands up and follows suit, filing away the information she just observed but not pushing the matter any further. "Yea, I'll join you."
She doesn't mention anything about making it quick this time.
They end up taking around an hour in there, likely compromising the hot water situation on their floor for the rest of the evening. It begins when Sukuna makes it to the stall where Megumi has selected. It's a shower at the end of the bathroom, which is currently vacant, save for the two of them. Sukuna doesn't waste any time feeling up his girlfriend, who allows him free roam of her chest as she rinses her hair.
Megumi peeks at Sukuna over her shoulder, "I don't recall you asking to do that." She doesn't pry herself from his ministrations, however.
"I sure did."
"Oh? When was that?"
"Back in the room, when I asked you to join me in here."
Megumi turns around and throws her arms around his neck, touching their noses together. The eye contact has Sukuna's chest beating at record pace. "You're being naughty." She kisses him, which he hungrily returns.
He secures his arms around her waist and pulls her into his embrace so tightly her sandaled heels nearly leave the tile. He leads her towards the shower wall, jamming his knee between her thighs. That earns him a moan and the first of many claws into his skin that he'll be receiving tonight. Sukuna snakes his hand down to her pussy soon after, spreading her legs and then pumping two fingers into her. Megumi arches off the tiled wall, throwing her back her head with closed eyes. He gives her some space so he can watch his girlfriend getting off. Sukuna generally avoids watching porn, for fear of developing an addiction, or worse, sexual impotency, but he imagines Megumi would do fucking amazing in that field.
Craving a second kind of shower, Sukuna gets on his knees and begins sucking her bud while his fingers keep pace. Megumi's legs spread even wider on their own, and she fucks herself back on his fingers. The water is particularly loud, which saves her from needing to hold back the whimpers that emanate from her. Her fingers dig into his scalp as she curls forward, and it isn't long until Sukuna is getting his face washed, courtesy of Megumi. She leans on the wall weakly, still panting from her powerful release when Sukuna rises again, kissing her and hiking her legs up around his waist. The gasp she emits is particularly dramatic as he enters her, but it's cut short with Sukuna's first rather rough thrust into her pussy. Megumi clings to her boyfriend with painfully rewarding talons as he ravages her against the shower wall. He's breathing heavily through his nose again, punctuating his short deep thrusts with curses and kisses to his girlfriend's collarbone. Suddenly, a second orgasm hits Megumi out of nowhere. Sukuna only registers it from the gasp he hears, followed by some wonderful convulsions around his cock. Unfortunately, that also wrenches his release, and he spills into her unceremoniously.
They continue fooling around like that for the rest of the hour, only deciding to actually wash themselves when the water turns from warm to tepid. Megumi makes her way back first, now completely exhausted, as if she weren't already from the day's activites. When Sukuna arrives in her room a few minutes later, Megumi is fast asleep, sprawled on the left side of the bed. Sukuna notices her phone is by her side, so he plugs it into the wall for her. It's an iPhone with a cracked screen way past its heyday. He frowns at that before kissing her forehead and turning off the light.
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In America, Sunday is technically the first day of the week, although the work week starts the day following. Megumi has always hated that discrepancy, since it makes little sense that the week should begin with a day dedicated to rest. Perhaps in spite of cultural norms, she elects to finish her assignments on Sundays instead of Saturdays. Saturday is for decompressing and having fun, while Sunday is when she completes whatever she's put off from earlier in the week.
As a result of her insistence on that self-imposed schedule, she should feel elated to find herself in an empty room when she awakes Sunday morning. Incidentally, elated is not the feeling that currently applies. Megumi throws her covers over her bed post in irritation when she notices her boyfriend missing. She stands up, padding around the room looking for some kind of note that he might have left – there's nothing to be found, however.
Her hands fly to her waist as she scrunches her eyes in annoyance at her surroundings, "That motherfucker!"
Just then, the door clicks open, with Sukuna in the doorframe as if her curse had summoned the bastard. He bends down to pick up a tray of drinks with his freed hand. The other is holding a plastic bag, presumably filled with breakfast. "You called?" He winks at her before entering and closing the door with his heel.
Megumi's annoying habit of leaving her jaw hanging open around Sukuna returns, "I- I thought you left."
Sukuna places the bag and tray on her dresser and the faces her with a chuckle, "I did, dummy. I just came back this time."
She walks up to him, pouting, before landing a weak punch on his chest, "You know what I mean. Can you leave a note next time?"
Sukuna kisses her hair but quirks a brow at her request, "A note? Seriously? I told you I'm not gonna leave you like that anymore."
Megumi sighs softly and lets herself be held. She looks towards the food and drinks he brought them. "Yeah, I know. It'd just make me feel better."
Megumi can't see it, but that makes Sukuna roll his eyes yet he relents, "Sure baby, I'll do that from now on. Now, let's eat. Shit is getting cold probably."
He peels her from his torso gently before rummaging through the bags and taking out two containers. Megumi plasters herself onto his back and nuzzles her cheek against him, "You didn't have to do this, Kuna. That's so sweet of you."
"You're sure easy to please." He gestures towards the drink holder. "I got us coffee, too. I don't know what you're into, so I just asked them for cream and sugar."
Megumi takes hold of the cup on the right, "I appreciate that. Funnily enough I actually prefer it black."
Before she can take a sip, Sukuna is taking the cup and switching it with his, "Take mine, then."
Sukuna is racking up an unusual amount of brownie points this morning, "Awww thank you." Megumi saddles up to her boyfriend and gives him a kiss on the arm while he sips his coffee. She could really get used to being treated like this. "You also drink yours black?"
Sukuna brings the containers to Megumi's desk while she gets a spare chair from her closet. She doesn't know why they gave her two desk chairs, but it's finally coming in handy. "Yeah, duh. It's the manly way." He jokes. "Let me guess, you drink it black because dad didn't have anything else in the house?"
Megumi sets the extra chair down with a snort, "Bingo."
They sit down and begin eating, and Sukuna quickly becomes aware of how much his girlfriend can store in her stomach.
"Damn girl, you're really putting it away."
She leans back in her chair, shrugging and crossing her arms, "Well, you know I'm broke as shit, so I take what's given." Sukuna suppresses a suggestive look at that. "It's not like I'm tiny, either; I'm 5'9."
Sukuna nods, taking in his girlfriend with fresh eyes. He's around dudes all the time, and he himself is ginormous, so he's never really appreciated just how tall she is. She's also got some nice curves that Sukuna looks forward to financially maintaining through all the food he's gonna be buying her from now on. "How much do you weigh, anyway?"
Megumi purses her lips into a soft glare, but answers, "135, last time I checked."
Sukuna goes back to staring at his meal, "Yeah, that's nothing. No wonder you're so light."
Megumi wants to balk at that, but then, he's clearly strong. Even as he's eating, she can see his muscles rippling. He's quite vascular, too.
Sukuna notices her oogling and doesn't keep quiet about it, "You checking me out, babe?"
"I'm just noticing how big you are."
Sukuna sets down his fork and places his thumb under her chin so that their gazes meet. He looks pleased. "6'6 from my feet to my brains; 8.5 inches between my legs, but you already knew about that one, right?" He winks at her before letting go of her face.
That may have made her blush a few days ago, but Megumi is getting used to his antics, and their proximity in general. "Are you hung? I can't tell since it's always up." She leans on her desk as she says that, as if she only just asked him about the weather. Megumi has decided shame doesn't really have a place in their exchanges anymore.
Sukuna meets her eyes with an elated expression. It's understandable that he likes discussion about his cock with how often he insists on using it. "I'm really liking this line of questioning Gumi. I am more of a show-er, but I'm always at least half-chubbed with you around. Seriously, even in class."
Megumi sighs dramatically, "Ooooof course you are. Ugh, you know, speaking of class, I really need to finish some assignments today."
Sukuna pretends not to pick up on the implication that she likely needs alone time to that end, "Do you now?"
Megumi sits back in her chair, closing the emptied container and placing it in the bag from earlier, "it shouldn't take me too long. Maybe a few hours."
Sukuna mirrors her actions and scoots closer to her, rubbing his hand on her thigh, "Sounds great, I'll stay and help you."
That seriously catches Megumi off-guard, "Help me? I should be helping you. If you really wanna stay here, you've gotta finish your assignments, too." She points a finger at him which Sukuna focuses on with raised eyebrows.
He looks back at her and leans on his hand coolly, "Gumi, I finished everything on Friday already."
Megumi retracts her finger and gives him a look of disbelief, "Yeah right you did. I bet you're barely passing your classes. I know you're not some diligent student, Kuna."
Sukuna chuckles and Megumi expects him to drop his bluff, but he continues, "I don't fault you for believing that, but I want you to guess my GPA right now."
Megumi crosses her arms and turns her head to the side so she can properly side-eye him while still being seated towards his front. The display only makes Sukuna laugh harder. "There's no way it's above 3.0, and that's being generous."
Sukuna takes out his phone, "3.0? Let's see. I honestly haven't checked it in a while." He thumbs through a couple things before turning his phone around so Megumi can see for herself.
Megumi would have been less surprised to learn Sukuna is secretly running a charity in his free time than she is when the screen in front of her is telling her in no uncertain terms, that Sukuna Ryoumen Itadori has a fucking 3.8 GPA. He's even passing their world history class, which he only attends to stare at Megumi's fucking ass.
"I'm seriously gob smacked right now. How??!" Megumi takes the phone for herself to scroll through his grades.
"Well, after I got kicked out of my last school, grandpa said this was my last chance. Said he's not gonna enroll me anywhere else if I get expelled again. Sure as hell don't want to live at home with that old fuck, so I'm on my best behavior here."
Megumi narrows her eyes at that skeptically since she knows about his 'extracurricular' activities, but nods in understanding, "I suppose that makes sense, then. Fine, you can stay, I guess. I just need to focus so I can knock this stuff out." She hands him back his phone.
Sukuna nods and takes the bag from her as well, tying it and throwing it by the door so he can take it on his way out later. Megumi gets her bag and feels for her planner and folders. She only has two things to do, really. She just wanted some more alone time which is why she mentioned needing a few hours. Whatever. If Sukuna is as serious about academics as she is, she hopes he won't bother her too much while she's completing her assignments.
"Hey babe, look. I got just what you need to focus on your work right now."
Megumi spins around in her chair with a curious look, not knowing what to expect. She first sees her boyfriend's shit-eating grin. Not a great start. In his hands, he's holding up the skimpy schoolgirl outfit he haggled for her yesterday (although he was the one who wanted it in the first place).
"Uhm, I think what I need right now is for you to do a handstand."
He lowers the scandalizing get-up just a touch, "Why in the fuck would I do that?"
"So we can get your blood moving back to the right head."
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Somehow, he's convinced her don this stupid thing. She's now sat at her desk 'working' while Sukuna looks over her shoulder to 'check her work' (more like her tits). The uniform has a short plaid skirt, white stockings which go over her knees, a white shirt, and a blazer. It's only missing Mary Janes and some fucking pigtails. Sukuna graciously buttoned her shirt for her, leaving the top five or so undone. What a gentleman.
She completes her first assignment. It's a pretty straightforward calculus worksheet for a concept they are beginning to cover in that class. Megumi reaches for her folder to put it away, but Sukuna stops her.
"Let me check it, Miss Fushiguro." He's wearing this solemn face that perplexes Megumi.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
She scoffs and gives him the paper. He gives her a warning look in return. "Don't need the attitude, Miss Fushiguro." His eyes graze the paper quite seriously and it makes Megumi's jaw drop. Is he fucking roleplaying?
He hands her the paper, "Good job. Now get started on whatever you've got next."
Megumi decides to play into it. Fuck it. "I don't need you to tell me that, Mr. Itadori." She gives him this bratty pout she knows is going straight to his dick.
He scoots his chair closer to hers, "You keep talking back to me and I'm gonna have to take a more hands-on approach with you. You got that?"
"Really?" Megumi bends down to retrieve her next task, essentially flashing Sukuna in the process. "What's that look like, huh?"
There's an ugly scraping noise as Sukuna saddles his chair right up against Megumi's, if not a little behind hers. Megumi feels his rough thumb against her lips, muzzling her. "You need to shut the fuck up and do what I say, young lady." He shoves her pencil back into her hand and turns her head back towards the desk.
Megumi leans on her hand and looks up to him with a devilish glint in her eye, "And what if I don't wanna?"
Her pencil clatters on the desk as Sukuna takes her by the throat, holding her straight against her chair. Hot. He jams his other hand into her panties and starts rubbing her pussy meanly. She's gonna be soaked through this skirt in no time. "For every fucking peep you make before this assignment is done, you're getting spanked. You got that?"
Her heart is beating so fast she's getting dizzy. She nods and he relinquishes his grip on her throat. Megumi can feel his mouth sucking bruises into her collar as she tries pathetically to focus on the task at hand. Of course she decided to do the literature assignment second. She has to read a passage and answer some questions about it. It wouldn't be that difficult in general, but this is a section of a past AP Literature exam that her teacher printed out for them to complete for a quality grade. It requires a lot more focus than a regular assignment, which she is in short supply of right now.
Sukuna suddenly uses his free hand to squeeze her chest, causing her to yelp. Sukuna lifts off her collarbone and whispers into her ear, "That's one right there. Keep it up, Fushiguro." His voice is husky and it makes her pussy throb.
Megumi trudges through her assignment, making enough noise for Sukuna to keep a steady slew of taunts headed her way. By the time she's finished, he has to take her paper with his right hand since his other one is wet and pruned. He checks it over silently before placing it on her folder.
"That'll have to do. Now stand up." He stands up himself, stalking around her desk.
Megumi gives him a faux pleading look from her seat, "Mr. Itadori-"
"That's enough." He rips her up from her chair by her wrist, dragging her over to the bed. "You had your chance to cooperate. Naughty girls like you need to be punished. You've got eight to get through today."
He pulls her onto his lap with her ass right over his groin. She feels cool air on her as he flips her skirt up. Sukuna rubs the flesh of her cheeks generously before pinching it, making her squeal. He jams his fingers into her pussy again for a few seconds before landing the first spank.
"A-Ahhh!" It's all Megumi can come up with, and it's muffled into the sheets she's yelping into.
Sukuna yanks her hair, "What was that? You want more, Fushiguro?"
Megumi shakes her head, "N-No sir!"
He lets go of her hair, "That's what I thought. You're gonna take your punishment in silence, and then I'm gonna fill up that pussy."
She bears the next seven spanks with her eyes rolled back and her fists wrapped up in her sheets, before he's flipping her on her back. He doesn't waste a second moving her panties to the side and sliding inside her drenched pussy. Megumi instantly reverts to being vocal and whiny the moment he's fucking her so good.
"You like that? You like being punished? Huh?" Sukuna sneers at her as he rams into her. He puts a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. "You like being put in your place, Gumi?"
Megumi nods with tears forming in her eyes, but that isn't enough for him, "Fucking say it."
"Love it! Love it. So much!" Her whines are punctuated by his rhythm fucking her.
He squeezes tighter, "What do you fucking love?"
"Love… being… pun-ished. P-put… in my… place."
"Open your mouth, Megumi."
She complies, and he spits in it, and that has her cumming so hard she's seeing white. Sukuna barely manages to stifle the fucking lioness roar it produces. He's not long after her, and they collapse onto her bed both panting like dogs.
They spend around the next thirty minutes cuddling and making out before Sukuna elects to get them some food, much to the appreciation of his girlfriend.
"I'll be back within the hour, okay? Don't get worried, now."
She sticks her tongue out at him from the bed. He's pulling on his sweats to make the commute, bouncing his wallet in his hand like a hacky sack.
"I know, I know. Make sure you get me a Sprite."
Sukuna rolls his eyes at the mention of the inferior fountain drink, "Oh yeah, can't forget that." He lends her a parting wave before leaving.
Megumi rises from the bed, throwing off the skanky attire she has on in favor of something less insane. She walks to the bathroom uninterrupted. When she leaves the bathroom, however, something isn't right. The halls are empty, save for the cheery voice of a faculty member.
"And here is the new dorm hall! We just got it finished in time to start the New Year! Not much else, so we can keep moving."
"Wow," It's a nasally, horrifyingly familiar voice that responds. "These kids are really lucky, aren't they?"
Megumi peeks her head from the door before snapping back into the bathroom as if the air in the hallway was laced with anthrax. It might as well be. Standing in the hallway next to the head dean is Naoya Zen'in, her evil fucking cousin that even Toji can't stand.
It's an odd thing for Sukuna to smile at nothing, especially given the fact that he usually doesn't smile at all; but today, he just can't help it. He's on his way back to Megumi's room, holding a bag full of some sandwiches and a few cans of pop. It's from this hole-in-the-wall place he'd discovered recently that he's quickly fallen in love with. He's planning on taking Megumi there on a date when she isn't busy recovering from being nailed into her own bed. So now he's swinging this plastic bag (which has "THANK YOU" printed all over it), practically fucking skipping and kicking his heels. Maybe he's so chipper because he just got laid, or maybe it's something more. Sukuna doesn't need to think about that right now. All he's looking forward to at the moment is seeing his girlfriend's face light up when she sees he remembered her stupid Sprite.
However, when Sukuna opens the door to Megumi's room, he's not met with the happy scene he was seeking. Megumi is shuddering with sobs, holding herself while rocking on her bed. She doesn't seem to register that Sukuna has entered the room, so when she does finally notice him, she lets out a shriek, covering her mouth.
Sukuna discards the bag of food on her dresser like it's yesterday's paper before running to his girlfriend. "Gumi?! What the fuck happened?! I was gone for like half an hour!"
Megumi crawls into his lap, wiping her eyes before fixing them on his. "S-Sukuna. There's a big problem…."
It's a cryptic response, which Sukuna absolutely hates. He sighs and attempts to soften his voice, "Baby? What's wrong?" He squeezes her a bit, which makes her go lax in his arms.
Megumi closes her eyes tightly, trying to collect her thoughts. She can feel Sukuna's thumb rubbing circles into her arm. Her eyes open and meet his again, still watery but less red. "I don't even know where to begin." She pauses, looking at the ground. "My dad." Sukuna raises a brow at that. He already doesn't like where this is headed. "My dad left his family when he became an adult. He was homeless back then, just wandering around, doing god-knows-what. But then he met my mom, who really changed him, at least while she was still alive. He even took her last name."
Sukuna's eyebrows raise at that, "Because he loved your mom that much?"
Megumi meets his eyes in a squint. "I think so, yeah. The other big reason was how awful his family was: the Zen'in. They treated him like garbage for some ridiculous reason. Something about him not being worthy of their name, whatever that means. As much as I loathe my dad, I can't help but feel it's not his fault; that if he were raised in a loving environment, or if my mom were still around, that he'd be a really good dad." Sukuna can't help the wave of discomfort that washes over him as he hears his girlfriend tearing up again, so he just holds her even tighter.
"The Zen'in family actually fought for my custody a few times when I was a kid, and I honestly don't know how they didn't get it. Anyway, I'm glad they didn't."
Sukuna feels conflicted, given how the horrid things he's heard about her father, "Are they really worse than your father?"
Megumi's brows furrow and she sighs, "I visited the family estate when I was younger a few times. It seemed like hell. None of the girls were allowed to finish high school, and they were all wearing these dusty yukata. The guys got to do whatever they wanted to, and my girl cousins told me to stay away if I could. I didn't get it as a kid, but I do now."
Megumi's breath becomes shaky again, "Sukuna, one of my cousins, Naoya, he's here." She looks into her boyfriend's eyes, panicked, "He's the worst. The absolute worst. I'm pretty sure that he raped my cousin Mai, and he's always had this weird obsession with me and my dad." Her breaths begin to sound more like wheezes as new tears well and spill from her eyes.
Sukuna moves Megumi a bit away from himself, still holding her arms firmly, "Wait, wait, slow down, baby. Take some deep breaths." He pulls her into him again so he can rub her back, but also so she doesn't see the look of abject confusion and worry painting Sukuna's face.
She regains enough composure to finish her thought, and places herself next to Sukuna, letting him hold her hand. He gathers one of her throw blankets and wraps her in it. "I don't know what he's doing here! He was with the head dean in the hallway just now. Whatever he's doing, it's putting me in fucking danger. If he sees me even once, getting expelled is like the least of my worries."
Sukuna notices the rising panic in his girlfriend's voice, so he takes her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. "Baby, look at me. You're not alone. I'm here, okay? We're gonna get through this together."
Megumi swallows hard, wiping her eyes, "What are we gonna do?"
Sukuna releases her and stands up, walking to Megumi's closet, rummaging around. Megumi goes from feeling upset to plain confused. "Sukuna? What are you doing?"
He returns holding a hoodie, placing it in her lap. "You're going to do nothing but wear that thing at all times, especially in the halls. After class, you come straight back here, you got that? You're leaving this room as little as possible until I deal with this."
Megumi nods and fiddles with the strings of the hoodie nervously, "What's that mean? What are you gonna do?"
"Nothing that you've got to worry about, sweetheart." He reaches for the bag and brings it to her desk. "Now let's eat, you need to earn back some of your energy."
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Megumi doesn't know what she was expecting when she agreed to let her boyfriend take the reins of her situation, but she certainly didn't anticipate that things would be so damn boring on her end. It wasn't as if she had some thrilling social life before Sukuna sequestered her for her own good, but now it was feeling particularly sparse. Like Sukuna had demanded, she went to class with him wearing her hoodie and then spent the day with her head down. After the last bell, she would make a beeline for her room. Sukuna escorted her most of the day, but after eight period, she was on her own to make it back safely. The whole ordeal quickly made her realize how much time she had previously spent outside her room with Gojo and his friends. Megumi found herself turning down his litany of invites to the library after classes, as well as their weekend outings, much to his chagrin. She makes an effort to show how little she wants to decline Gojo's offers, but as the days pass on, she isn't sure just how long he'll keep inviting her. By now, Megumi see's the white-haired teen as a genuine friend, one she doesn't want to become a casualty in her silent war against Naoya.
While things are looking strained on the Gojo front, her relationship with Sukuna has only deepened. Megumi supposes that's just what happens when you are forced to spend every waking moment outside of class together with your boyfriend. Well, he does disappear from time to time, but not long enough for the post-sex ache in her pussy to fully fade away. At this rate, they've fucked maybe twice a day. Of course, that's not all they do. Megumi has learned that her boyfriend has a knack for drawing. It's on a Saturday morning that she hears all about it. He's just finished ramming her pussy from behind and they're wrapped up in each other. Megumi leans to the left to get her phone, peeling away from Sukuna. That's when she feels the blunt, rough tips of his fingers tracing patterns on the strip of flesh between her back dimples.
Megumi's hand lands on her phone. She turns her head towards the giant behind her, "What are you doing, huh?"
"Thinking about what tramp stamp I'm gonna put on you."
Megumi whips around in bed, "What are you talking about?"
He uses her new orientation as an opportunity to trace out his other plans on her abdomen, "Gonna put one here, too. Right above your pussy."
Megumi nods sarcastically, "Of course you are. And what design you were you thinking? Or were you thinking of just writing your name?"
Sukuna raises his eyebrows as if contemplating her enticing yet entirely facetious offer, "Tempting, but no. It's gonna be a Japanese curse mark."
Megumi takes his hands and laces their fingers, trying to distract from his wild ideas, "Japanese curse marks? Really?"
"Yea, whichever one we pick, I'm getting the same one tattooed on my forehead."
"…" Megumi gives him an utterly bewildered look.
"What's that face for?"
"Why the hell would you do that?"
Sukuna sits up in bed and leans on an arm, "I'm opening up a tattoo shop the second I save up for one. It's always been my goal and I think traditional Japanese tattoos are fucking sick. My grandfather said he'd help me out with it, only if I graduate college. Fucking prick."
Megumi squints at her boyfriend, sitting up as well. "That's an incredibly fair deal and a generous offer you should be grateful for." She punctuates that by poking his chest.
He heaves a dramatic sigh and rolls off her bed. "I'll bring you my sketchbook so you can pick out a design you like. Shit, maybe I should just make you a new one. I'm serious about this."
Megumi leans on her hand like Sukuna was doing previously, watching this delusional bum dress himself while spouting nonsense. "I'll let you cover me in permanent ink after you bedazzle your forehead. Oh and maybe you can get me a house first, too."
She's not being serious, but Sukuna chooses to ignore that. "Sounds great, babe. Guess we got our own deal then, huh?"
Sukuna makes good on his promise to show her his sketches. At some point, she asks him to draw a husky and he gives her the most unimpressed stare in return. This makes Megumi so upset that she refuses to talk to Sukuna until he starts sketching the damn thing. Squabbles like these are common, usually being resolved by Sukuna apologizing in some non-verbal way, or Megumi grabbing Sukuna's cock so he forgets why he was pissed in the first place. Megumi quickly realizes that her boyfriend is quite easy to deal with if her hands are free.
Beyond that, she sees him flipping through Japanese poetry books, which absolutely floors her. He's really into this Heian era shit and it boggles her mind. Who knew? Sukuna doesn't even acknowledge his interest in these niche things, finding no reason to explain himself. Megumi silently admires that about him.
Still, despite how good things are going between them, there are questions and doubts which keep Megumi on edge. The days tick by, and Sukuna offers very little in the way of updates concerning the Naoya situation. He hasn't even told her why Naoya is there to begin with, and it's slowly eating her alive. Negative thoughts swarm in her head which tell her that maybe Sukuna isn't doing anything at all; that maybe he's feeding her a lie to keep her dependent on him while the danger against her only grows. She tries not to let that train of thought fully arrive.
Sukuna of course has his reasons for keeping Megumi in the dark, which are uncharacteristically legitimate. There's a lot to be worried about in his world right now. This Naoya guy is pretty hard to get information on, given he grew up in an isolated compound. It's some straight up cult shit that Megumi's family is involved with, which makes even Sukuna nervous. He feels bad sending Uraume on a goose chase and forcing them to moonlight as a fucking investigative journalist, however it's through their efforts that Sukuna learns more about this cousin-fucker. Naoya is seeking a teaching position at their school supposedly, and he's acting as a student teacher for the next semester. Of course, there's always the chance that the school won't take him on as a full-time instructor, but Sukuna isn't willing to place that bet, especially when he can feel his girlfriend becoming more and more irritable.
Uraume offers an idea one day. They're sat at a table near the Cinnabon stand in the mall food court, and Sukuna is swinging his keys around one of his fingers impatiently. They've spent the last hour brainstorming non-aggressive ways to get rid of this prick, and nothing seems reasonable.
"You really think we can't Nancy Kerrigan this guy?" Sukuna mutters before catching his keys with finality.
Uraume picks through their cinnamon roll slowly using some metal cutlery they brought from their home. They're wearing a traditional robe that Sukuna should totally know the name of by now, but doesn't. So much for being into Japanese history, I guess. It's this kind of shit that solidifies the idea that Uraume is a total freak in Sukuna's mind, but he would still defend the kid to his dying breath.
Uraume finishes their bite, "That's a fine way to get expelled and arrested. I'm sure Fushiguro-san wouldn't approve." They put down their utensils suddenly, focusing on the table with narrowed eyes.
Sukuna leans forward, "What's that face for? You think of something?"
Uraume meets his gaze with pallid eyes, "You mentioned he was a deviant of some sort?" Sukuna can't for the life of him understand how his friend's mind works.
"That's just what Megumi mentioned. She said he raped her girl cousin. The bastard doesn't have a record, though."
Uraume's eyes widen just enough for Sukuna to notice. Anyone else would have missed it. "Sukuna, you need to get his phone. If there's anything you can use against him, it's probably in his own possession."
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It's week three of Megumi's impromptu sabbatical when Gojo finally decides to confront her. Gojo fancies himself the leader of their little friend group, so whenever Megumi started to decline his gracious invites of debauchery, he of course took notice. At first, he thought it might be personal, but then, Megumi always appeared upset when having to refuse his offers, so Gojo quickly moved on from that reason.
The alternative was that something or someone else was keeping his precious Me'mi from him, and Gojo couldn't exorcise the thought of that pink-haired fuck being at the root of it all. It made perfect sense: first, Itadori starts messing with Me'mi during first period, and even lunch, and now Megumi is avoiding him as if Gojo is the dangerous one. It pisses Gojo off to no end, but even more, it worries him sick.
So that's why, instead of finding Suguru to latch on to at the ring of the last bell, he's stood outside the room of Megumi's eight period class, waiting for his friend to trickle out amidst the flow of these other background characters. She's taking forever, by the way.
Megumi is halfway through sticking an airpod in her ear when she sees him, "Gojo?"
He's tapping his foot quite obnoxiously as students make their way around him, all of who shoot him annoyed glances. Of course, Gojo chose to stand close enough to the door to be a nuisance. He's got his arms crossed while he smacks some gum (The full sugar kind, if Megumi had to guess. Maybe fruity.), and wears an uncharacteristic yet hilarious scowl as he takes her in.
Gojo clicks his tongue, "Fushiguro Megumi, we need to talk."
Sensing that Gojo isn't about to let her walk away without a fight, or worse, making a scene, she sighs and walks closer to him, looking around warily. Gojo notices that and uncrosses his arms, becoming even more alarmed. She continues, "Okay, sure. Let's just go to my room, okay?" Her voice is softer than he's used to hearing, and he hates it. He nods and lets her lead without another word, staring at the back of her hood the entire time.
Megumi knows this isn't a good idea, but she doesn't really have another choice. He's probably just worried about her, right? She would chance sneaking to the library to talk, but then… Sukuna. Ugh. No, it's just easier to have a quick chat in her room and then shoo him away before Sukuna comes back… hopefully.
Gojo really is a funny character. He has the courtesy to take his shoes off when he enters her room, just to help himself to laying on her bed like he owns the fucking thing. It's quickly after that he remembers why he came there in the first place, kicking back on to his feet and pointing a finger at Megumi accusingly as she unloads her things.
"You're avoiding me!"
Megumi sighs and turns to face her friend, who looks as upset as he is hurt. She feels horrible. "I know Gojo. There's a lot going on in my life, right now. I'll try to explain, okay?"
She walks to her bed and pats the space next to her, looking down at the floor, as if it will tell her how to lie to her friend without feeling like a piece of shit.
Gojo lowers himself beside her slowly, before his tone becomes incredibly soft, "Megumi, are you okay?"
Damn this guy and his tendency to make her feel cared for. It's like, her biggest weakness. The tears start falling before she can even respond, and then she's feeling Gojo's arms wrap around her gently.
Megumi wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie, "Well, there's a lot going on, like I said. I just-"
"What. The. Fuck?"
Megumi's head snaps up at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, as does Gojo's. Oh motherfucker, you've really done it now, Megumi.
Gojo looks between Megumi and Sukuna with confusion and growing horror, "Uhm???? Megumi?? What is he doing here?"
Sukuna shuts the door with a bang. It makes Megumi jump a little. "I could ask Megumi the same thing."
Gojo gets up, stalking towards Sukuna, "Why the fuck do you have a key to her room?"
There's a pregnant pause after that before Sukuna crosses his arms, "What did you just say?"
"I asked why you have a key to his room."
"You didn't fucking say that, Gojo."
Megumi is currently sitting with her hands folded in her lap, trying to pretend this isn't happening. She can hear them, and it's quickly becoming clear that the secrets she's been hiding behind aren't helping her anymore. At least not with these two. She stands up, leaving her bed and any pretenses about her situation behind, and stands in front of the towering men.
"Hey." She lets out calmly. Her arms are crossed, and she's biting her lip in thought.
"Gumi? Wanna tell me what this is all about?" Comes from her boyfriend.
"Gumi? He's got nicknames for you, Me'mi? What the fuck is going on?" That's obviously from her best friend.
Megumi sighs and turns around, fetching her two desk chairs and placing them in front of her bed, where she herself plops down. "Sit."
The two of them share a confused glance before silently following her command.
Megumi meets her boyfriend's eyes first. "No, we weren't about to fuck, so don't even go there. I told you that he was gonna start asking questions. I just brought him here so we could talk."
Sukuna attempts a rebuttal to that, but is quickly silenced by Megumi's single index finger and stern look that reads 'do not fucking test me right now'. Gojo watches with his jaw open in shock. He doesn't know if he's more surprised that Megumi is speaking to Sukuna in such a way, or that Sukuna is listening to her.
She turns to Gojo. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions right now, so I'll answer them. I think you've more than earned my complete honesty."
"Gumi-"
Megumi turns to her boyfriend, "What? I trust him as much as I trust you. Cut it out!"
Sukuna huffs and crosses his arms, glaring at Gojo.
Gojo blinks in surprise and then bellows his signature laugh, "Damn, Me'mi! I know you're going into vetmed, but you've got real talent as a dog trainer!" Sukuna scoffs at that while Gojo leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He gives Megumi an intense smile where she can see his twinkling eyes. They're fucking unsettling and it makes her gulp.
Gojo leans back in his seat, "So. Hmm…." He looks around the room. "Suguru and I always thought you were female. I'm assuming that's true?" Gojo starts tapping his foot on Megumi's bed frame casually, as if they're just talking about class.
Megumi plays with the hem of her hoodie and relaxes back into her normal voice, "Yes, that's the case. And no, I'm not transgender. I'm only doing this out of necessity. You already know why I left home." Sukuna inhales a petty breath and shifts in his seat over the insinuation that other people know basic details about his girlfriend.
Gojo smiles. "Hah! Suguru owes me, then."
Megumi twists her eyes into a deep frown, "You guys were fucking betting on it? Who else knows?"
Gojo waves his hand at her while the other plays with the grooves in her desk chair. "Nah, nah. It's just us. We spend the most time around you, after all. I figured you weren't trans since your voice never got that deep. I know some people who have done the whole hormone thing and they just sound like other dudes after a while."
Sukuna can't help but chime in, "Of course you fucking know that."
"What's that supposed to mean, huh?"
"Let's call a spade a spade, or I guess a fag a fa-"
Megumi muzzles Sukuna with her hand and sighs, looking down at Gojo. Gojo leans on his arm, looking between the two of them expressively, "You really picked him? Out of the entire school? He beat me?" Gojo bats his eyelashes facetiously.
Megumi decides to sit on Sukuna's lap to shut him up, which actually seems to work. "I'm not gonna tell you how that went down, but yes, we're together."
Gojo stands and begins pacing around, looking through her things not unlike how Sukuna did when he first visited Megumi's room. Megumi lets him. "Well, that's your choice, Me'mi." Gojo spins around and leans on her dresser, crossing his arms. "But that doesn't explain why you've been avoiding me! Well, unless it does. In that case, I'm gonna have to kill your bulldog."
Megumi giggles at that which makes Sukuna wrap his arms around her. He's probably jealous. Dumbass.
"No, it's not Sukuna. If anything," Megumi turns around halfway so she can card her hand through Sukuna's hair, "Sukuna has been protecting me for the last month." Sukuna keeps his face neutral, but there's nothing to hide the way his skin begins to match his hair. He gives her a lethal side eye, but it only makes her smile grow.
"Megumi has an evil rapist cousin who I'm trying to get rid of." Sukuna says with a deadpan look in Gojo's direction. The two men meet eyes and Sukuna continues, "And you're gonna help me, faggot."
Megumi clicks her tongue and hits his shoulder, "Stop saying that!"
"What? It's true."
"I don't give a fuck what's true! You're not gonna use that language, especially not against my friends!" Sukuna rolls his eyes.
When Megumi turns around again, Gojo is hovering over her, "Rapist cousin? That's no good. What's the plan to get rid of him?"
Sukuna narrows his eyes at his nemesis, "We aren't gonna talk about that in front of her, retard." Megumi pinches Sukuna for that.
"What now, Gumi?"
"I don't like that word either."
"You want me to call him an idiot?"
"Yes, that's fine."
Sukuna turns back to Gojo, shaking his head. "I'll get your number from Megumi so we can talk about this later. I don't want her stressing about this."
Gojo chuckles and nods, "Women, am I right?"
That manages to get a laugh out of Sukuna, but earns both of them a kick in balls. They end up talking and debriefing a bit more before Gojo gives Megumi one last hug (which Sukuna isn't thrilled about) and leaves the couple for the night.
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Ever since her confession to Gojo a few days prior, Megumi has been in better spirits. It does her mental health very well to know that 1. Sukuna has been keeping his word about helping her and 2. That he is taking it so seriously, he would stoop to asking Gojo of all people to help him, all without a prompt or recommendation. She currently sits at her desk coasting through her assignments. They're nothing special, since midterms have just passed and it seems her teachers aren't in the mood to assign and grade anything complex at the moment.
Just then, she reaches for her world history folder, only to find her backpack already depleted. Megumi hisses a sigh, sorting through the materials on her desk, only to come up with nothing useful. She sighs and grabs for her phone, dialing Sukuna. In any other situation, she'd already be out the door, but circumstances force her hand into depending on Sukuna for yet another thing. She feels bad with how much she troubles him with, so it almost relieves her when he doesn't pick up. Huh, that's odd. Sukuna always picks up by the third ring by now, especially given her situation. She tries for Gojo next, but again, nothing. The assignment she's missing isn't terribly important, but Megumi absolutely loathes not completing work. The incomplete marks on her grade portal weigh like albatrosses over her neck until she's satisfied them, so she's really rather they not get there in the first place. Megumi weighs her options: she can either wait for Sukuna, which will probably be a few hours, or quickly sneak to her locker wearing her hoodie. She could also go to her locker early in the morning, but staff and faculty are usually roaming the halls more frequently before classes start. Ugh.
Megumi throws on her slippers and hoodie and decides her petty assignment worth all of ten points is worth the risk, padding down the dorm hallways until she makes it to the school building. Even after being here for two months, she still doesn't understand why they don't lock the main building. It's insane to her how lax the rules can be for rich kids. At her old public school, kids weren't even allowed to bring in cloth backpacks and there were metal detectors for god's sake. Whatever, that's not even important right now. What is important is lighting her locker door so she can input her code. The blue metal door clicks, swinging open with a slight creak. Her purple folder stares back at her with an infuriating lack of shame. She whisks it out like a mother holding her ill-behaved child by their ear. Megumi whips around, happy to be done with her little fetch quest. Of course, things won't be going so well tonight from this point forward.
The first sign of danger is the thud of rubber on the waxy tile behind her. The mass carrying that horrifyingly familiar rhythm reaches her faster than she can process.
"Megumi! Is that you? It's gotta be! I swear, you've been wearing that same hoodie all month! What are you doing out here so late?"
It's Mr. H-Man. Panic and relief swirl around each other confusingly in Megumi's heart. Luckily, it's not you-know-who, but this outcome isn't exactly leagues better. There's really no one to account for Megumi's presence for the next few hours, by which point literally anything could happen with this hairy freak.
Megumi doesn't even entertain the man a glance over her shoulder, "I was just getting my folder for world history. I should be going now."
She attempts to walk away, but is stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder. "Well that's nice, young man," his tone isn't as cheerful as it was a few seconds ago; maybe avoiding a conversation with this guy was a bad idea, since he seems pissed now, "but you know you aren't supposed to be down here. That's a suspendable offense."
Megumi slowly turns around, trying to muster her best puppy dog eyes before she's met with the worst sight of her life just over Mr. H-Man's shoulder.
He looks just like Megumi remembers. His confusing half-blond half-black hair. The studs in his ears. Those sharp eyes that look just like Toji's. He appears distressed, if the furrowed brow he wears means anything. It's usually hard to read what's behind that man's dead eyes, looking through you as if you don't deserve to be called a human being. Naoya.
Megumi puts her head down, quickly zoning out as if Naoya isn't closing the distance between them. This bastard just keeps talking. She's stuck. It feels like she's in a dream while bugs are crawling up legs, yet they won't move. In this case, they can't. Even if she runs, Mr. H-Man might bring up her name to Naoya anyway. There's no way to know at this point. She just has to hope and pray that Naoya ignores her.
Then there's that fucking sneer again.
"Mr. H-Man…" Naoya doesn't sound too interested in the sight before him. "Fancy running into you here."
Megumi can feel searching eyes on her but she doesn't dare look up.
"Oh! Mr. Uhh… Zen'in. I was just passing through when I noticed one of our star pupils was not where he is supposed to be!" Mr. H-Man's tone is passive aggressive and it makes her want to punch a wall.
"I'll leave you to that, then. I was just wondering, have you happened to see an iPhone 4 laying around? If you have, it's probably mine. I've been looking for it all evening."
Who the fuck has a phone that old? Megumi silently wonders.
She can't see what they look like while this exchange drawls on, but she can tell neither are pleased to be speaking to one another.
"No, I haven't. I'll keep an eye out."
"I'd appreciate that a lot." Megumi has one thought of hope since it appears Naoya will be fucking off after all, but her luck comes up short. "Oh, and before I go, who is this young man. I hope it's not one of my amazing students."
"Haha! Funnily enough, he's not one of mine, either." There's a heavy clap on Megumi's shoulder. "This is Megumi Fushiguro!"
The air gets sucked out of the hallway. Megumi can hear crickets chirping outside the window in the hall. There's a courtyard just beyond, where they all live. In the coming months, the crickets will go away, and Gojo won't be able to drag her there to eat after school. She'll be gone by then. Megumi already misses the crickets and she wonders how much she'll miss Gojo and everyone else, too.
There's a few steps in her direction before Naoya is leaning into her space, speaking directly into her ear, "Megumi-chan, is that you?"
Mr. H-Man makes an uncomfortable grunt, "You two know each other?"
A sleazy and unwelcome arm slithers around her shoulder, jolting her upright. Megumi doesn't look to her side where her cousin stands. "Megumi-chan is my dear cousin. We actually haven't seen each other in ages!" When he squeezes her shoulders, his nails inadvertently dig into her skin. "I know you were just in the middle of chastising my cousin, but could you please look past this? Just this time? I really want to catch up with Megumi-chan."
Megumi peers up at Mr. H-Man. He looks confused and slightly irritated, but whatever face Naoya is making at him seems to win Naoya his request. "O-of course…. That's- I'll just be going now." And then the bumbling coward is on his way.
They don't move for over a minute.
Long nails like talons pull down her hood. Megumi's hair has gotten longer since she's been in hiding, which Naoya begins tucking behind her ears.
"I've missed you, you know."
"Naoya-"
He grabs a fistful of hair, "I didn't say you could fucking speak."
Megumi shudders a breath, her eyes closed tight. God, this is fucking bad.
"Why do you bitches always think you can talk back to me, huh?" He jerks her head. His nails are grazing her scalp uncomfortably.
"You shouldn't be here, Megumi-chan. I'm not even going to ask how you ended up in this place, because I don't fucking care. You should have been raised on the compound, learning your place." He lets go of her hair and wraps an arm around her waist. "Guess I'll have to teach that to you now. Take me to your room."
Megumi turns towards the entrance of the dorms, only to be yanked back by her hoodie so hard she chokes. She gets the wind knocked out of her when her back makes contact with the lockers. Fuck, she hit head too.
Naoya grabs her face and growls, "Don't you dare fucking walk in front of me, you disrespectful cunt."
Naoya digs his nails into her wrist, pulling her behind him. She tells him where to go when he asks, keeping her head down. Her hope is that Sukuna will be there when they arrive, but when her door swings open, there's no hope left for her.
The springs of her mattress have never felt louder than when Naoya all but throws her on to her bed. He sits down at the end of it, chuckling when her feet curl away from him. He's reveling in the power he has over her. They both know what's coming next, but only he gets to say when it happens.
Naoya leans into his hand, which has perched on his knee. He snakes a hand out and grabs Megumi's ankle, pulling her towards him. "You know what's funny? I only stopped begging for you a little while ago." He runs his fingers up and down her calf. Megumi is laying on her back, staring at the ceiling, petrified. "I used to annoy the shit out of my father asking about you. 'Where's Megumi? When are we getting Megumi?' It was so fucking pathetic. I should have just found you and taken you home myself." He stands up, walking over to her head. He grabs her chin and makes their eyes meet. "This is almost better though, no? I can just make you my little plaything here."
He spins around and stalks through the room, taking in the environment where Megumi has attempted to build the semblance of a normal life. Naoya sees her clothes – masculine to a degree he doesn't like seeing on her. What he fails to notice is how some of those items are much too large to be Megumi's.
After he's had his fill, he returns to his cousin, wasting little time pinning her to the mattress. Megumi almost vomits when he laces their fingers. "You're my woman. Always were, really. I've only ever wanted a woman with his eyes."
Naoya's tongue down her throat feels like a bad case of phlegm that Megumi can't cough out strong enough. Her mouth is wrenched open, and unfortunately none of the noises she's making in displeasure are annoying enough for him to let up. She'd rather be punched in the gut than endure this. A cold hand reaches up her stomach before he snatches her chest, troubling the skin into goosebumps along the way. When he groans, the sound vibrates her teeth uncomfortably.
Her relief comes as a surprise. She doesn't hear the door open, nor it shutting, but while Naoya is busy sucking welts into her neck, she listens for quiet steps.
There's one large step, and then another. She's expecting Sukuna to starting roaring, yelling, anything but this. Sukuna sits on the bed without a word.
Naoya whips around, "What the-"
Sukuna reaches for his wallet and keys in one hand at the same time the other shoots out to Naoya's throat, pinning the bastard into the mattress. While her cousin is choking, Sukuna's keys fall in her lap.
Sukuna doesn't look up from Naoya, "Go to my room." His voice is low and even, and his expression is blank. He doesn't seem angry, rather something else unnamable.
Megumi scrambles for the door without putting on any shoes, too eager to be finished with this nightmare. She doesn't remember the walk to Sukuna's room. It's only her second time going there, and she can't recall ever learning his room number. It's as if her legs guide themselves.
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Sukuna counts down from ten the moment Megumi hurries away. It's only after that he releases his grip on the degenerate. Naoya rolls on the bed, coughing. Sukuna sits down in one of Megumi's desk chairs, waiting for Naoya to collect himself. Naoya sits up, wheezing. Their eyes meet and for a minute, neither utter a word. Naoya's chest is rising and falling with all the grace of a hurricane, while Sukuna's posture remains eerily still.
Naoya's phone clatters onto the desk. Its owner budges, lunging forward on instinct before its thief pins Naoya back down to the bed with just a warning look.
"You know I learned something the other day." Naoya doesn't like how calm this stranger sounds. "These older iPhone models are really hard to crack if you don't have the password. Used to be really hard for law enforcement." Sukuna taps the screen of the phone. There's a crack there from before Sukuna's possession of it. "I knew it was a long-shot, but I had to give it one go, y'know?"
Sukuna picks up the tiny device and types in the passcode, shaking his head in disbelief. 1222. It clicks open.
Naoya has a hand around his throat for the second time that night, "YOU MADE IT HER FUCKING BIRTHDAY?"
Sukuna lets go of Naoya's throat and holds him up by his hair while Naoya coughs and hacks, "I don't even need to fucking kill you, do I? You know what I saw in here? You're a dead man walking once I turn this in."
"Wait! I can-"
Sukuna lifts Naoya with his hair and pins him against the door. "I'm not gonna listen to you. What I am gonna do is give you a head start. You get a day before this goes anywhere since I don't want a fucking scene at the school."
Sukuna turns Naoya around before pummeling him in the stomach so hard he hears the older man gag. Naoya lands in the hallway, hitting his head on the wall across from Megumi's door.
"Clock starts now, cousin. Better start runnin'."
Sukuna slams Megumi's door shut.
Of course, Sukuna doesn't hold on to the fucking phone, he just lies so Naoya will leave campus as soon as possible. He calls Gojo, who arrives to Megumi's door a few minutes later.
"What fucking took you so long?"
Gojo is panting from his run to her room, "What the fuck? I came as fast as I could. Where's the phone?"
They've decided it's best that Gojo be the one to turn in Naoya. His reputation is leagues better, not to mention he isn't a fucking plug.
Gojo retrieves the device, peering into the room. "Me'mi? You all right?"
Sukuna sighs in frustration, putting his hand over his temple. "She's not here, I had her go to my room."
"Is she alright?" Gojo's voice is full of genuine concern that makes Sukuna feel even worse.
"She can talk to you about that later. I don't want to fucking talk about it." Sukuna shakes his head, trying to get the image he walked in on out of his mind. It isn't working.
Gojo grabs the phone and steps away. "Okay, so go be with her! Fuck! This is my problem now." Gojo waves off Sukuna as he hurries away. Sukuna doesn't fucking like him still, but he's earned an unfathomable amount of respect for him.
When Sukuna opens the door to his room, Megumi is wrapped up in one of his hoodies on his bed, tracing the line work of one of his drawings. Sukuna slides next to her without a word, holding her.
"You like that one?"
Megumi nods, closing the book and turning around in his arms. She nests her head under his chin. First he hears the sniffles, then he feels the warm tears turning cold on his neck. It's not long until she's shuddering, wracked with sobs, and all he can do is squeeze her close and rub her back. Sukuna doesn't know if he's felt worse in his life, and Megumi wonders the same.