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He pulls up to the little house at the end of the street, the one with the white door and overgrown ivy. Picking up the parcel that’s supposed to be delivered to this address, Sukuna strides up to the front door with the box tucked neatly under his arm and rings the doorbell, knowing he won’t have to wait long before it swings open.
Fushiguro Megumi is a regular on his delivery route. The young man is a writer who seldom leaves his house and looks perpetually bored, but Sukuna thinks he’s absolutely beautiful and always looks forward to paying him a visit. Megumi seems to order a lot of things online; Sukuna doesn’t know if the sullen writer ever sets foot outside of his house, and he has delivered enough parcels to Megumi’s address that he already has it memorized.
Not that Sukuna’s complaining. Megumi’s stop is always a highlight of his route, because then Sukuna gets to spend some time with him until the next time Megumi orders something online.
Sometimes, Megumi invites him in. Especially if he’s ordered something that needs payment on delivery. They’ll chat a little, Sukuna trying to coax as many words as he can from the quiet man, which is a feat that deserves praise in Sukuna’s opinion. Still, it’s difficult to tell if Megumi dislikes his company or not; the man is constantly sulking, yet he serves Sukuna tea during their chats. He offers very little information about himself, but he listens intently to Sukuna’s chatter, and when Sukuna has no further excuse to stay, he’ll take his leave, already looking forward to the next time he’ll see Megumi.
And Megumi never fails to send Sukuna off with a small “Have a nice day”, which brightens Sukuna’s mood far more than anything else can.
One may wonder why Sukuna even tries, but see, the thing is, Fushiguro Megumi is the most fascinating person he’s ever met, and Sukuna would like nothing better than to ask him out.
Sukuna just has no idea when it’s going to happen.
Everything he’s thrown at the extremely adorable sea urchin has fallen flat. Megumi’s either extremely oblivious, or he secretly hates Sukuna’s guts, judging from the irritable glare he keeps throwing his way, but Sukuna’s no quitter and he’ll charm Megumi someday, just wait.
So it’s with his typical swagger and boundless confidence that he flashes his best grin at the grumpy-looking man who has just answered the door, looking like he dragged himself out of bed not ten minutes ago, and delivers his usual quip.
“Delivery for Fushiguro Megumi?”
“Hello.” Megumi mumbles, and Sukuna is already swooning on the inside. His spiky black hair is always a mess, no matter how hard he tries to tame it. His green eyes are stern but bright, the most brilliant jewels Sukuna’s ever seen in his life, and his lips are forever curled into a pout that Sukuna wants to kiss away so, so badly.
What he wouldn’t give to go on a date with this adorkable idiot.
“Got something here for you, sweetheart,” Sukuna replies, enjoying the way Megumi turns red at the pet name. “It’s a box marked ‘Fragile’ with your name on it, wonder what it could be?”
If Megumi’s trying to glare at Sukuna, it’s clearly not working because he looks pretty even when he’s annoyed. The sulky writer reaches for his parcel, relieving Sukuna of the package, but he doesn’t make any further motion to dismiss the delivery man.
“I know what it is, I ordered it.” Megumi pauses, as if he’s just remembered something. “Do you wanna step inside for a while? I’ll just be a minute; I can make you some tea while you wait.”
“I’ve watched enough adult videos to know where this is going,” Sukuna says teasingly as he follows Megumi indoors.
Megumi shoots him a glare, cheeks blushing a furious shade of crimson as he splutters. “It’s not what yo-... I just need to check if the item I ordered is correct. You wouldn’t object to that, would you?”
Sukuna thinks it’s a little bit strange to want to check it in front of him, but he’s not going to deny Megumi anything. Besides, this means he gets tea and more time to spend with Megumi, so it’s a win-win for everyone.
A small thought occurs to him; today might be the day he’ll gather enough courage to ask Megumi out, but Sukuna shelves that thought for the time being.
The last thing he wants to do is offend Megumi, because if that happens, he’ll lose all of this and Sukuna doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets to see Megumi again.
“No objections there,” he replies. “And I definitely won’t say no to tea.”
He thinks he sees the hint of a smile on Megumi’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly and Sukuna cannot tell if he’s imagining things.
Stepping inside Megumi’s apartment is a familiar sensation; he’s been here often enough and it always feels welcoming, somehow. Sukuna likes how he can tell a lot about the pretty, quiet writer just from the interior. It’s neat, everything is in its place, but there are curious and unexpected things dotted here and there.
There are bookshelves in the hallway, full of Megumi’s favourite titles (Sukuna’s asked about them before, and he swears he’s never seen Megumi talk so much), there are photos of him and some friends (which seem to have been taken from an angle that Megumi wasn’t aware of; he’s not looking at the camera in any of them), there’s a potted plant in a corner that’s very well-taken cared of, in contrast to the messy garden outside.
Much of it screams simplicity, but Sukuna never gets bored of visiting.
Immediately, Megumi’s two dogs bound up to Sukuna, their tails wagging as they circle him like a friend, and Sukuna ruffles their heads fondly. He wonders if their master would ever display such affection towards him someday.
“Missed me, huh? No treats today, unfortunately, but I’m sure your master’s already spoiled you two enough.”
“Green tea works, right?” Megumi calls out from inside the kitchen, and Sukuna abandons the two furry creatures for a moment in favour of answering the call of their master.
“You know just how I like it, Megumi,” he says as he enters the kitchen and makes himself comfortable at the round table, clasping his hands before him.
He watches as Megumi patters about, boiling water and setting steaming cups of green tea in front of him, before picking up a letter opener to open his parcel.
Megumi has really nice hands, he thinks. His fingers work deftly to cut open the box, and Sukuna remains transfixed by his movements. Absent-mindedly, he wonders how it would be like to hold Megumi’s hand and place soft kisses on them.
He wonders a lot about these things. What it would be like to date Megumi, to learn more about this quiet, fascinating soul, and see him smile every day for the rest of his life. Sukuna wonders if there’s anyone else in Megumi’s life who’s lucky enough to discover these things.
Sukuna wishes he would be the only one.
“You know,” He breaks the silence a little. “You really do order a lot of things online. What’s the matter, too busy to go out?”
Megumi shrugs. “People stress me out sometimes. I’m… not very good with crowds. It’s much easier to just shop online and get things delivered to my doorstep.”
“Aww, is that just a fancy way of saying you want to see me more often?”
It could be a trick of the light, but Megumi appears to blush a little at the suggestion. He keeps his eyes trained to the box, seemingly focused on undoing a particularly stubborn piece of tape, but then Sukuna hears him mutter softly.
“... Maybe.”
Sukuna’s heartbeat quickens. Perhaps he misheard, but did Megumi just respond to one of his flirtations? In a positive manner?
The small thought from earlier returns in full force. Perhaps, today really is the day he’ll ask Megumi out.
“I could stop by more often if you’d like?” he offers, hopefully.
Sukuna glances at Megumi, curiously gauging his reaction, but Megumi seems far more interested in the contents of the box than whatever Sukuna has to say. He’s gotten the parcel open by now, when suddenly his green eyes go wide as the box lies open before him.
“Oh no,” he mumbles.
That distressed tone sets off alarm bells in Sukuna’s head, and the delivery man perks up immediately. “What’s wrong, Megumi?”
His little spitfire looks worried, eyebrows furrowing with concern, as he stands there wordlessly, staring into the box, his breathing growing faster.
“Is it the wrong item? Did it break?” Sukuna asks. “Megumi, is everything okay?”
Megumi seems to snap out of it then. He shakes his head, refusing to meet Sukuna’s gaze. “No, it’s nothing. Everything’s fine, Sukuna.”
“No, it’s not. Something’s wrong. Can I help you with anything? If the item’s broken, I’ll get it compensated, it really shouldn’t be damaged, but that’s on us. I promise, I’ll get it replaced as soon as I can.”
Filing a report for damaged goods is worse than pulling out teeth, but Sukuna swears he’ll go to hell and back to get Fushiguro Megumi his goddamned item replaced. Heck, he’ll even fight his higher-ups for it, because nothing is going to upset his Megumi, not on Sukuna’s watch.
“It’s okay, I’ll sort this out myself, Sukuna. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time like this.”
“Megumi,” Sukuna says gently. He stands up and crosses over to where Megumi’s standing, reaching to take the box from him. “You’ll never waste my time. Here, give me that thing, I just need the reference number to file a report and-”
“No!” Megumi grabs the box and holds it out of Sukuna’s reach, dodging to the other side of the kitchen. A strong, sweet scent wafts through the air at the sudden movement, and Sukuna realizes it’s coming from the box. “Really, it’s okay, you can leave now.”
Sukuna pulls out his tablet. “You know what, it’s fine, I actually have the details right here. I’ll file that complaint for you, pressure the higher-ups a little to get it processed quickly-”
“Please, Sukuna, you really don’t have to do anything.” Megumi looks so exasperated, clutching the box to his chest like he’s about to burst into tears, and Sukuna’s heart twists at the sight.
He’ll do anything to stop Megumi’s tears from falling. No one ruins Fushiguro Megumi’s day and gets away with it; Sukuna will commit literal bloody murder if he has to.
He ignores Megumi’s pleading eyes, already scrolling through the item details, glaring fiercely at the digital display as if his anger could somehow threaten the device to magically provide Megumi with compensation at once. Tapping through multiple confirmation screens irritably, Sukuna finally pulls up the log for Megumi’s tracking number.
The item is apparently a bottle of cologne. Its price is clearly stated in the description, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at how expensive it is. It’s an unexpected purchase though; Sukuna doesn’t think Megumi is the type to wear cologne, and the writer usually balks at overly pricey luxury items anyway.
Unless... He’s getting it for someone else.
Sukuna swallows that ugly thought and taps the screen even more furiously. ‘Don’t jump to conclusions,’ he tells himself, but jealousy gets the better of him at the thought of helping replace an item for someone else who has stolen the cute little sea urchin’s heart before Sukuna could even get a shot.
“Pretty expensive brand, huh? Must be some lucky person, whoever you’re intending to gift it to,” Sukuna mutters bitterly.
It’s partly his fault, really. He should’ve asked Megumi out earlier, should’ve just risked it for a chance, but now there’s someone else and Sukuna hates them already and-
A small voice interrupts his train of thought.
“I got it for you.”
Sukuna blinks. And then he stops tapping the screen for a while to stare at Megumi, who has his head bowed, still hugging the box tightly across the room from Sukuna.
“Me?” He repeats, to confirm what he’s just heard.
The writer nods. “I’ve been meaning to get you a gift for a while now but… It doesn’t matter, it’s all ruined, forget it.”
Sukuna places the tablet on the table and walks over to Megumi. He can see the writer’s cheeks blushing crimson, those green eyes avoiding his gaze as they glance sideways from beneath spiky bangs.
“You bought this for me?” he repeats slowly.
“I did. Please don’t make fun of me, I didn’t know what you liked, but I wanted to get you something, you know, something nice. Oh God, this is so embarrassing…”
Sukuna’s heart skips a beat, and he can’t help but smile at Megumi’s admission. “I think it’s really cute,” he says as he brushes some of the hair out of Megumi’s eyes tenderly.
“Yeah, well, there’s no point now, is there? I planned this for so long; I’ve been trying to find out what you like, but you’re always asking me about myself, you never really talk about yourself, so there wasn’t much to go on and I just took a fucking guess-”
“Megumi.”
“-didn’t know how to tell you how I felt, so I figured this would be an easier way to let you know without behaving like a fool, but now it’s all gone to waste and I don’t-”
“Megumi.”
“-it was supposed to be perfect, I didn’t expect it to arrive broken, and now there’s no surprise, and you must be thinking I’m an idiot who can’t even-”
Sukuna steps forward and cups Megumi’s face, before crashing his lips into his mid-ramble.
“Oh,” Megumi mumbles against Sukuna’s lips, stunned for a moment, before he closes his eyes and gives in to the kiss, a small sigh of relief escaping him. The box slips out from his grasp and falls onto the floor, the strong scent of cologne emanating from within, but neither of them pay it any mind as they kiss, slowly, sweetly. Sukuna’s arms wrap around Megumi’s waist, cornering him against the kitchen counter, while Megumi lets him deepen the kiss without protest.
And just when Sukuna thinks it can’t get any better than this, Megumi angles his head just right, and Sukuna slips his tongue in to tease him further, relishing the small moans that Megumi makes as he sneaks his lithe arms around Sukuna’s neck to keep him there.
They break apart a few moments later, gasping for air, leaning their foreheads against each other, the parcel forgotten on the kitchen floor.
“Better?” Sukuna asks him after pulling away, holding his cheek gently and stroking it with his thumb.
Megumi takes a couple more deep breaths, before he manages to get some words out.
“Oh my God, did you just-”
“Yes?”
“Does this mean you like-”
“Yes.”
Megumi facepalms. If he blushes any redder, Sukuna thinks steam would start emanating from his ears.
“I didn’t think you liked me back.”
Sukuna is appalled. “I’ve been flirting with you for months, Megumi!” he exclaims indignantly.
“I just thought that was how you talked to everyone,” Megumi admits. “I didn’t think I was special or anything, I was worried I’d read too much into your interest or perhaps I was being too hopeful. I’m not very good at this, as you can see, I’ve never really felt this way towards anyone befo-”
“Oh Megumi, you have absolutely no idea how fascinated I am with you, huh?”
The stunned look on Megumi’s face says it all. Then a shy smile cracks its way across that pretty, fair face, and Sukuna can’t help leaning in again for another kiss, secretly thanking all his lucky stars that today really is the day he’ll get to ask Fushiguro Megumi out, just not in the way he had expected.
He pulls up to the little house at the end of the street, the one with the white door and overgrown ivy, striding up to the front door to ring the doorbell with a large bouquet tucked neatly under his arm, knowing, as always, he never has to wait long before it swings open.
“Delivery for Fushiguro Megumi?” He flashes his most charming grin at the grumpy-looking writer who has just opened the door, blinking at him like he just got out of bed not ten minutes ago.
Megumi furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Sukuna? Wait, I didn’t order anything.”
“Now that can’t be right.” Sukuna pretends to check a non-existent label on the bouquet. “Says right here that this is for Fushiguro Megumi, 12-22, 3rd Avenue, Akutami-ku, Tokyo. Sender’s called… Ryoumen Sukuna.” He finishes with a huge smirk as Megumi’s frown deepens.
Then his green eyes widen in realization.
“Oh.”
Sukuna fishes out an envelope from his back pocket as well. “I also have here two tickets for the movies, preferably after we’ve had lunch at that restaurant you keep saying you want to check out.”
“Right,” Megumi says slowly. “Sukuna, is this a date?”
“You bet it is.” Sukuna leans closer as he presses the bouquet into Megumi’s hands. “Fushiguro Megumi, will you go out with me?”
Megumi’s blush deepens as he stares at the bouquet in his arms, unable to stop a small smile from forming on his face. And Sukuna waits, patiently, because what’s a couple more minutes now that he’s waited months for Megumi to say yes?
And his heart soars in happiness, when those green eyes peek at him from beneath messy, spiky bangs, as Megumi utters the words Sukuna’s been waiting to hear since the day he delivered the first parcel to his doorstep.
“Yes, of course.”