Archive of Our Own

Adaptability is a wonderful human capability to have. At least, Megumi thought it was. As things stood, he was a bit of an immovable object; change didn’t come easy to him, neither big nor small. It had been planted into his head, hammered down heavily, very early into his life, there are people who are fit to make decisions and people who aren’t. People like Megumi and Toji, his older brother, weren’t the kind who made decisions. Before, in their old home, between long traditional hallways and paper screens, people talked about them, their unfitting birth and poor manners in not so hushed tones. Their blood had been clean perfect but something about them wasn't quite right in their eyes, a fact that haunted Megumi everyday. It had been so long ago that they called them nasty little bastards and hit Toji in the mouth until he bled for calling them weirdos and freaks back.

Megumi really wished he could erase the blurry and overwhelming memories their life as Zenin once entailed. The countless hours of studying very specific subjects and acing them —or else–, rulers slapping behind the heads, on their spines if they were to ever slouch, on the back of their hands over bad answers, on the back of their thighs over missteps. The memories swam in his mind, floating over like a little leaf on a stream, carrying over immense grief he wouldn't wish upon anybody ever. He wanted it to remain a bleak memory, an ever present nightmare if anything.

Megumi took a steadying breath as he heard distant muted footsteps in the distance. He focused on the small stream of light coming from between his blackout curtains and waited. Ears trained like a hounds, perking at the smallest and mildest shuffle in the air, a sign of safety. Anything that implied it was the time and place to move.

"Megumi! I'm leaving!" He heard a gruff voice call from outside his room. Toji. He relaxed as he let go of the death grip he had on the covers and finally slid out of bed, taking in his true surroundings. "Gumi?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," Megumi answered, finally opening the door.

Of course, there he was, his older brother and nobody else. Toji looked down at him uninterested, taking in his disheveled appearance for a moment before continuing, "I'll be out until late afternoon probably, don't wait for me if it gets too late. And don't eat cup ramen for every meal, okay? Cook actual food, you know how to."

Megumi scrunched his nose up in distaste at the remark, but made no attempt to defend himself against the accusation. "Whatever, get out," He said, pushing at Toji's arm and turning him away, stomping after him all the way to the main door, "Out! Or you'll be late."

Toji opened the door as instructed, stepped out, but stayed by the entrance, shuffling over, turning to look at his little brother again. He was silent for a very awkward and terrifying moment before speaking again, "Take care, yeah?" He muttered, hesitating a lot before raising his hand and resting it over Megumi's still messy bedhead.

To other people his age, it probably would be seen as patronizing and exhausting, most seventeen year old's did not actually feel like being told what they could and couldn't do while they were home alone for practically the entire day. But neither Toji nor Megumi were most teenagers, and most teenagers weren't Zenin. Or ex Zenin, if that counted for anything. They didn't have ingrained deep into their bones and the stream of their blood, stilled into the smallest of arteries what they had. So Megumi let him, let Toji's hand ruffle his hair, fingers slipping between wild locks and dropping to the side of his face, tugging sweetly at his earlobe before tugging again, meanly this time, making Megumi wince and finally slap him away.

"Leave." He commanded, huffy but with no real heat behind his voice.

Toji rolled his eyes and turned around, playing with a pair of keys in his hand, throwing an offhand wave his way. "Goodbye, brat."

Megumi rolled his eyes back and stayed in place until he say Toji's hulking form disappear around the corner from sight and closed the door, leaning his back on it and sighing heavily. He counted to 20, carefully mumbling it all and looking out their peep hole and sighing in relief once he saw nothing out but a desolate street. It calmed him down. He padded down from the entrance and down the hallway again and went into the bathroom. He grimaced a bit once he looked at himself, dried drool by the side of his mouth, eyes puffy from sleep and his hair a bit matted.

For a moment too long, he stood and stared at himself; the sharp black hair, deep green eyes, lean build and perfect, elegant posture. So Zenin. He rolled his eyes and looked away, deciding it was best to get ready for the day and not worry about that anymore.

It wasn't what he was meant to do. He didn't have to worry about jumping from bed as the sun started rising in the sky, splashing cold water in his face to wake himself up and taking an even colder shower, the kind of cold that bit at his skin like icy little needles, shivering in place and dreading having to slide into his clothing and drag his feet to his tutors with an empty stomach and sluggish brain, ready to be snapped at with a solid wooden ruler again.

It was so silly to think, that as privileged of a life as the Zenin could provide, old their money and connections and big talk about family honor, Megumi never felt as pampered as he did when Toji finally got fed up and took him away. When he was a Zenin he bathed in cold water and dressed in silks, perfectly plated over his body and recited old poetry while doing perfect calligraphy and listened to his older brother get beaten up while they studied together, while he took their mandated martial arts classes and when he called them 'fucking freaks' to their faces over the dinner table. Their father, quiet and obedient, always let Toji take the fall and sent Megumi looks to stay in place, say nothing. When asked why, after many years of sobbing at him to help Toji, his response made Megumi nauseous.

'He's a lost cause, stupid and huge. He's practically an animal. You should refrain from caring about him so much. You're barely more intelligent than him, so make sure to never let them hit you bloody. You're just like your mother that way, that pretty face of yours is the only good thing you have going on. Make sure to not ruin it.'

That had been one of the last words they had exchanged before Toji ordered Megumi to pack a small bag of clothing in the middle of the night and sneaked them out. Minutes of passing by silent gates turned into hours as they walked away from the Zenin compound, Megumi holding his breath as the residence became smaller in the distance. Then, time turned into days, where Toji and him stayed in a hotel, his older brother leaving by dawn and coming at dusk, covered in stains and grease and giving Megumi a warm stare everyday as he talked about his new work in a mechanics shop.

The first few days, that then turned into months, turned Megumi strict luxury life into normalcy. Into warm steamy showers with soap that smelled very 'soap-like' and listening to online lectures while munching on convenience store rice balls rather than full meals with several plates. He wasn't complaining, and he didn't particularly hate it.

He had a bit of a hard time, of course. Constant letters started arriving when it was obvious Toji and him weren't going back, their little escapade hadn't been a fluke but rather their new abstract reality, and their family didn't like that. Megumi tried his best to push down the memories of meeting suited men and hiding by Toji's side as he hissed threats about exposing their dirty business to the media if they didn't let them go and live in peace. He trembled just thinking about what could have happened if they had failed and had to be forced back home. He had never been more scared than when Toji had sighed defeated and simply held him to sleep for 3 entire nights.

The blur of bad days was now long gone, but lingering paranoia stood in its place instead, mocking Megumi up. He had to make sure to shoo it away, doing silly little things that reminded him the sun was brighter and warmer in the face of freedom.

He stepped out of the shower and when he got to his room and picked up a pretty pair of pajamas up, it was his usual attire for his everyday, oddly enough. Sometimes dotted or stripped, vintage details, long and short sleeves, shorts and pants. Small bit of freedom he enjoyed, how much more free to be simple and look relaxed, informal. He stepped out of his room and did all chores and meals while dressed in soft cotton fabrics, loose everywhere and so much more comfortable than the traditional uniform the Zenin liked to impose.

Other times, it was smaller things, like having greasy, spicy, savory and sweet food at any hour. The small privilege of indulgence that never not tasted satisfactory; fresh like a huge gulp of air after underwater too long.

He poured a lot of his new free time on researching recipes for hours on the internet; spices, ingredients and sides that would compliment them, to then ask Toji to pick them up on his way back so he could cook dinner. It was nice for both of them to know that food was this plentiful whenever. If Megumi was hungry in the middle of the night, he could just step out of his room and grab whatever, even make himself something more elaborate if he so wanted. Pots, pans and utensils smacking together, creating awful noises in the dead of dawn and all that would receive was a hissed complain from his older brother.

No more sneaking around in his tip toes, heart pounding in his ear while he tried his best to be as silent as possible, in fear of being punished. Not scared of marks, smacks and burns anymore. He never even knew a day as such would come.

Toji, for his part, did relax too. He got bigger, if that was even possible, with the new proper diet and plenty of extras. But when Megumi cleaned his room sometimes, he still found food stacked up in certain corners. Clean non perishables and sturdy dry foods that would be fulfilling enough meals by themselves in silence, in desperation, if needed.

Megumi understood some habits died hard, and Toji was stronger than most, but his soft vulnerability in the shape of cans and wrappers hidden at the very back of his closet was something he would work on by himself.

Life was not so bad, either way. Although he spent most of his days settle in their home, picking after Toji's mess and listening to the course his older brother had signed him up in so that he could finish high school level education and enter some nice enough university like Toji himself did. He liked this. He liked this life. He also knew that Toji quite liked it too. He could see it in the exhausted slump of his shoulders after coming home from his job or from classes, worn down, but relaxing as soon as the front door was closed and Megumi offered him dinner. He wasn't hackled up like an irate and defensive cat like he was back in their old life, always in the defensive and ready to pounce.

They discovered things together that made Megumi see his brother as very much just slightly older brother he was. They both liked animated films a lot; the colors, the laughter, the soft distress of those kids and the soothing love in the warm glowy animation.

A fish dad looking for his soon through the whole ocean, crying in his pain for loss and fear, Megumi had never seen Toji cry like that before. Maybe because the warmth of a father never existed for them, or maybe because the movie was just that good. Either way, Megumi made grilled mackerel for dinner that night and watched in mild amusement as his brother's eyes shined as he chewed his food.

So life was newly good, monotonous, still a bit disconcerting, but good.

One of the newest matters appeared later on, sometime around late afternoon, as Megumi scrubbed the dishes he used for lunch earlier and wondered what he could do for dinner once Toji arrived. When he heard the familiar click of the front door opening his shoulders jumped a little but quickly relaxed in place as he heard keys clatter on the familiar key plate by the entrance and the heavy thud of shoes dropping, followed by his brother's voice.

"I'm home," Toji's voice called softly from the entrance, as Megumi dried his hands and rushed out of the kitchen to greet him.

"Welcome back, idiot-" Megumi spoke mockingly as he finally stepped out of the kitchen but his words were cut short.

Sure enough, there Toji was, slipping feet into his usual pair of dark house slippers, not unusual. Then, behind his brother there was an anomaly, an unusual thing, uncommon occurrence; a person. Tall, huge, broad; surely almost an animal, his father would've said, with all the similarities between this person and Toji.

The broad shoulders, bulky arms and stature were one thing, but there was something else about this man. The ashy pink hair that clashed so roughly with his sharp serious face, eyes dark and red —a color he never even conceived as possible– and face relaxed, eyes sharp, uninterested and yet very alert. They blinked slowly, like they would fall asleep at any moment, suddenly jumped away from Toji's back and over his shoulder, looking at him directly. Megumi shifted in place as the stranger slid on a practically brand new pair of plain house slippers on —the guest one's they kept by mere formality.

"Hi, Gumi," Toji murmured, soft and tired as he always did, ruffling Megumi's hair as greeting, like this was actually all very normal.

But to Megumi it wasn't, "Hi," He said, unable to feign disinterest and looking over Toji's shoulder attentively. Obviously.

"Ah, right," Toji cringed as he threw a look over his shoulder, "Megumi, this is Ryoumen Sukuna a… uh…" Toji trailed off, uncertain.

"Friend," Sukuna interrupted the awkward silence that took over.

Odd, weird, unnatural, uncommon. This had never happened before. Suddenly Megumi felt overtly self conscious of his silly little pajama set; shorts and short sleeved shirt making him feel oddly exposed.

"Yeah, that," Toji added after a moment, his eyes drifted to Sukuna for a moment, then down at Megumi again, maybe reading the discomfort on his face, "We'll just hang out on the living room for a while, Gumi."

That was as much of an explanation as he needed, really. It wasn't like it was out of place. With newfound freedom, it only made sense that Toji would start doing things differently, exploring. He slipped into the kitchen again and opened the fridge, using the door as coverup. He picked a bag of pizza rolls Toji had scolded him for buying. This was a reality he might have to get used to, watching pizza rolls cook up as he listened to Toji and his friend get comfortable in the living room. He tried really hard to listen into their hushed conversation while staring intently at the slowly cooking dough bags in their microwave.

"Hey," Toji said softly, and Megumi was almost inclined to pretend he was startled. "Sorry for not telling you he was coming."

"Yeah, well, he's already here, so at least try to make sure he doesn't fuck anything up." Megumi said, voice even.

He was pretty upset, actually, an uncomfortable antsy feeling crawling under his skin just knowing a complete stranger was in his space all of a sudden. But he couldn't be mad at Toji for it, he refused to be.

The microwave pinged then and Megumi busied himself taking his rolls out and into a plate, ignoring Toji's stink eye to his food. Keeping himself moving and his face down was letting him do a pretty good job at pretending he wasn't bothered by the new and unannounced, offending presence in their home.

"You're talking about him like he's an untrained dog." Toji said, rummaging through some cabinets too.

"He's your dog now, and he might as well be." Megumi hissed as he burnt himself opening one of the rolls to munch on it. "I don't know that."

"Yet." Toji remarked.

Megumi rolled his eyes and opened the fridge again, snatching a peach tea bottle from inside and closing it. He picked his plate up along with the bottle and slipped out. His plan was pretty solid; the rolls would be his dinner, he'd lounge around in his room for what remained of the night and he wouldn't have to exchange a single word with whatever unidentified living thing was sprawled on their couch.

Plans weren't usually Megumi's fort, however.

"So, you're Toji's brother?" This anomaly, Ryoumen Sukuna or whatever, asked, just as Megumi tried to power walk away and escape. Plan unsuccessful.

His steps stuttered and he made the mistake of stopping and looking at him, "Uh, yeah." He answered, with as much confidence as he could muster.

That was probably a mistake. He had watched plenty of documentaries since they escaped, and the way Sukuna's eyes glinted and his mouth stretched in a smirk of pure mockery, sharp canines on display, reminded Megumi of a shark. One hunting down a poor wounded sea creature, blood on the water marking a trail to the innocent and defenseless thing. Obvious predator he was, feeding on the obvious unease Megumi was displaying.

"How old even are you? Like, twelve?" Sukuna asked, arms loosely thrown over the backrest of the couch and looking him up and down. There was probably something worth mocking on those, according to Sukuna. "You sure look like it."

Megumi refused to feel embarrassed about his pajamas, glaring back at him and sneering, "Seventeen."

"Same thing," Sukuna waved his hand around, as if he was swatting a fly. "Shouldn't you in cram school or something? Or with your little loser friends? No high school kid I knew was at home by this time. Good or bad."

"He's on online courses," Toji said as he finally —and thankfully, Megumi thought– slipped out of the kitchen, arms carrying over a few chip and various snack from their pantry, "He'll finish classes that way, so he doesn't do that whole cram school shit. And he's pretty intelligent by himself too."

Megumi flushed angrily, mad at Toji's nonchalance as he overshared his business, arranging snack bags around their coffee table.

"Online? You really do baby him a lot." Sukuna commented, watching Toji as he retreated back into the kitchen, then turning his eyes sharply back to Megumi. "That doesn't answer anything else. My delinquent, little shit of a brother spends hours on end fucking around with his friends in arcades or manga shops… Fucking loser, at least he's not smoking at getting on fights." He muttered the last part lowly, rolling his eyes just the tiniest bit.

Megumi felt heat rise to his face at that, gripping the edge of his bowl and his drink harder.

"He even asks me to drive him places and shit… Or are you so considered you don't make Toji drive you places?" He said, smiling at him lazily. "He brags about how well behaved you are a lot."

Megumi survived many things in the Zenin by knowing how to save, emotions carefully concealed behind and indifferent mask. His eyes always staring into the far away, never clearly focused on what stood before him. Lips a disapproving pink line, skin smooth like he was a marble statue, unmoved. But this was different, somehow.

"I-" Megumi said, choking up a bit, "I don't have friends." He admitted, trying to sound firm and cold about it. Nevermind the way his voice turned small and soft at the end.

And maybe one of the reasons why Megumi survived so long in that old, decrepit family of insane freaks, was that his silence fought his battles for him. Cold jade eyes made him look like a sculpture, maybe a painting, something frozen in time, inscrutable and unchangeable. Others wouldn't defy him much because they said fighting with his lack of words was like having a staring contest with a statue. Screaming down an empty room only to be answered by eerie echoes. Now he saw how clumsy his words were, perhaps due to lack of practice.

Sukuna's entire face twitched. "Ah." Was all he said, eyes still carefully focused on him, though less sharp, less mocking, less of something mean and maybe even slightly apologetic, "I didn't- I didn't mean it like that-" He tried to excuse himself.

He lacked practice, balance to walk the tightrope that was life and proper human interactions with people he wasn't actually related to. Something shone in Sukuna's eyes; shame, regret, or something of that sort, surely. But Megumi found himself unable to consider that, his own sense of shame, scorching hot embarrassment, coiling inside him like a snake, squeezing tight around his belly, his heart, his throat, and almost physically painful. His cheeks were hot, eyes stinging vaguely and he could see now that the steam from his pizza rolls had decreased significantly, probably closer to room temperature now that he had lost time debating and getting poked fun of, by Toji's new dog. That only made Megumi feel more aggravated.

"Whatever." He mumbled, turning away from were Sukuna sat and starting to walk away.

"Hey, really, I didn't mean-"

"Whatever." Megumi snapped again, firmer this time, as he finally disappeared down the hallway. He could feel eyes following him until he was out of sight.

He very pointedly slammed his door shut.

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And it wasn't like Megumi wasn't happy for Toji. He was, really. His brother more than anybody in the world deserved to be happy and loved. He read —on the internet, yes, but from a very reliable source– what kind of things made people happy. What were the keys to a happy life. The 'Family' aspect was quickly discarded, Megumi hadn't even finished scanning over the word with his eyes before going 'Nope'. That absolutely wouldn't be happening, all their circumstances considered. Second point he found very commonly for happiness, among people his brother's age, was a career or job that made them happy and gave them purpose. Megumi discarded that; he was very much not ready to ask Toji about his emotional and psychological standing about escaping their abusive family and getting on unsteady feet into the world. Megumi still felt too uncertain to ask if Toji resented him, for being a literal and figurative extra load, wondered if he was more than he signed up for.

So, he moved to the next, a partner. That kind of gave Megumi a certain alleyway to work.

He decided to test his luck that very night. He was done helping plate the last bowl of a spicy, soft tofu korean stew and walking after Toji out of the kitchen —towards their dining table, occupied by Sukuna– to ask.

"Toji," Megumi said as Toji blew over a spoonful of broth. He received a small 'hm?' as acknowledgement to continue as his brother slurped the stew in, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

The reaction was instantaneous. Toji started coughing desperately, face turning a blurry shade of pink. He dropped his spoon and it clattered on the edge of his bowl as Toji turned away and heaved desperately. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Sukuna's eyes darted between the two of them, jaw slack and a spoonful of rice and stew frozen just a few centimeters away from his mouth.

"What?" He wheezed out after a full two minutes of silence apart from his coughing, "Why do you ask that?"

Megumi squirmed in place, cringing internally but decided to push forward for the sake of carrying his plan through, "Well, um… Since you started classes and now that we have-" Megumi eyed Sukuna carefully as he continued, "Different lives, I thought you would do these things… You know? University, friends, dating…"

He flushed shamefully as his previous carefully crafted argument turned into ridiculous blabber. He shoved a spoonful of rice inside his mouth and quickly followed with a spoonful of broth and tofu. He actually couldn't even remember what he had been thinking about previously. What was his previous plan, where was this conversation going? His brain kept going 'think, think, think', looking for the next measure to take.

He swallowed his food, delicious yet sliding down his throat like sand, and spoke up again, "Well- I mean! I just thought it was the natural thing to do- for someone your age! And, well, it's not like you're too ugly-" He tried to joke, lighten the mood.

This wasn't going how Megumi wanted it to go. Fuck. He could tell his arguments wasn't being understood, at all. He could tell from the way Toji and Sukuna exchanged confused glances as he continued to fumble with his words.

"Gumi." Toji called.

"It's- um- well… I-I read about it! Things online- and- well- mentioned something called 'dating apps-'" Megumi rambled on.

"Megumi." Sukuna spoke up, cutting him off in the middle of formulating another argument, "Do you want to date?" He asked, voice oddly tight.

That made Megumi's brain freeze. "Huh?" Was all he could say.

"You want a boyfriend?" Toji asked, eyes wide and leaning forward over the table on Megumi's direction. "You want to date?"

"No? No!" He said after a second of processing what they were asking, "What are you talking about? I asked about you! You!"

Toji did not let it go. Almost like he was unable to hear or process what had Megumi said, he continued with the previous argument, —the one Sukuna brought up, Megumi thought bitterly– "You're not getting a boyfriend. Absolutely not. Over my dead body will I have some idiot loitering around our home, putting his disgusting hands all over you and defiling you."

Megumi started stuttering at that, heat rising up his face at the way Toji hissed out the word, "Defiling-?"

"He's right," Sukuna spoke up, his stew already significantly emptier and his rice bowl halfway through, "Men only want one thing, Megumi. Your brother's only trying to protect you, you should listen to him." He pointed his spoon at Megumi, face serious as he offered his not at all important opinion. It would have looked half serious if Sukuna wasn't trying so intently to hide a smirk as he took another spoonful of stew. The small twitch at the corner of his lips was infuriating.

Motherfucker. Megumi could almost feel steam starting to come out of his ears as he felt his carefully crafted plan crumbling down as Toji's face strained, listening to what Sukuna was saying.

"You don't know that-!" Megumi tried to argue. Which was, obviously, the wrong thing to do.

"And how would you know?" Sukuna tutted.

"I just- I have- Ugh!" Megumi stuttered, eyes shooting daggers at Sukuna. Fucking asshole always had to find a way to get on his nerves, "I've just been searching about it online, alright? There's apps for meeting people, making friends and- getting dates…"

Toji reacted immediately then, "Did you download any?" He asked, latching onto what Megumi said last.

Megumi's face flushed slightly at that, gaping at his brother as heat rose up his neck.

Truthfully, yes, he had downloaded a few apps himself. Not dating apps, of course; he felt too queasy still about having someone that knew him intimately, who would probably expect certain things from him he still did not understand himself. But the dating apps had been attractive, enticing. Perhaps the constant being inside, all alone all day, doing nothing but chores, homework and browsing through different social medias to amuse himself had gotten boring. Only mildly mind numbing. Maybe it also had a bit to do with Sukuna's remark when they had first met.

Something in his brother's best friends comments stuck; the burning shame of admitting he was alone, had no friends, did in fact spent all his time inside, all alone. Save for his limited time and words exchanged with professors in online classes. It settled deep inside later, as he watched movies with Toji the next day after Sukuna had been introduced. Toji, usually very interested and focused on their movie discovery time, had his eyes down on his lap, holding his phone loosely, a smile tugging at his lips and typing over the screen rapidly. Toji, technologically illiterate, had never learned how to disable all notification sounds from his phone, just laughed, typing and typing and laughing some more as his phone buzzed and pinged, alive with laughter and giving Megumi a strange sense of connection he couldn't quite comprehend.

He had turned to his own phone, screen dark. While his brother was distracted he tapped the screen and watched it light up. Empty, blank, dead. His pretty wallpaper pristine and uninterrupted by any notification icons. He stared and stared and stared, waiting and simply listening to Toji's huffed muffled laughter and the incessant buzzing of his device. Megumi's phone screen went dark again and as he put it back down on his lap it lit up. His heart jumped for half a moment.

Then he saw it was a notification for a cooking channel he was subscribed to; it read quick, easy and delicious and it made his stomach queasy as his screen turned black again, Toji still laughing by his side and their movie going totally ignored.

And so sue him for wanting a bit of that; messages, laughter and the bubbling excitement of connection. Whatever it was that was lighting Toji's face with a smile, he wanted that too.

"Megumi." Toji said, snapping him out of his musings. His face was serious, bothered, mouth straight and tight, "Did you download any app?"

Megumi kind of wanted to cry, "I- well… That's not the point!" He tried to argue.

"Yes it is." Toji said, jaw looking oddly tight, "Delete them."

"What? Why?" Megumi asked, voice soft and confused and upset. Why wasn't anything going his way?

"Megumi," Toji repeated, firmer, "Delete them."

Against his better judgment, Megumi turned his eyes towards Sukuna, needing help, reassurance from someone that he wasn't in the wrong, now that Toji had turned on him. What he found was not that. Sukuna's face his usual expression of mocking amusement as his eyes darted between the two brothers like he was watching a tennis match; eyes pushed into half moons when he shifted from Toji's miffed, severe expression to Megumi's wide eyes. He had the audacity to smirk at him as he ate another spoonful of rice when Megumi gaped at him for help, sending a small wink his way like he had somehow beat Megumi over. Like he knew what his actual plans were —all innocent and in Toji's best interest– and was taking satisfaction on ruining them.

Megumi couldn't fucking believe it. He pushed himself up from his chair, hands over he table and standing straight, hoping what little height he got from standing while they remained in their seats was enough to make him look serious.

He spoke between gritted teeth, "You're both such fucking assholes." He hissed, eyes itching and glaring between blurriness at his brother and his friend, "I was just trying to help you." He snapped at Toji.

"I fail to see how you being on dating apps full of degenerates is 'helping me'." Toji tried to argue back, remain firm in his stance, but found himself faltering while looking up at Megumi.

"The dating apps weren't for me!" He cried, slamming his hands down on the table. "They were for you! Because I wanted you to get someone! Get a date- a girlfriend or boyfriend or what-fucking-ever!"

He almost felt inclined to explain to Toji that he was simply hoping that dating someone, having someone in his life —apart from Megumi. Apart from his friends, definitely apart from Sukuna– was his only goal. Provide him with all the love Megumi couldn't. Toji had the decency to look ashamed after Megumi said that. Face scrunching up and scrambling to hold onto his spoon, getting food in his mouth as fast as possible to ease the desire to snap back some more.

"You didn't have to do that," He mumbled as he chewed.

"No, I didn't. I just did because I care about you and I think you deserve someone to love you even more than I or your friends can and- and-" Megumi choked out.

He stared down at his plate, probably cold now and tried to calm his breathing down. He had been idolizing things so much, maybe looking at it through the lenses of a movie; helping Toji found true happiness and all the love in the world.

The still surface of his stew was disturbed by a single droplet of water, broth trembling in waves as Megumi stared at his own vague reflection on it; frown tight, lips pulled into a thin line and eyes squinting a few stray tears. Fuck, no. Megumi lifted his hands up defensively, clumsy closed fists dabbing away tears aggressively, his bottom lip trembling from frustration. He slammed them down on the table again, making their glasses and cutlery clatter.

"You're the worst," He garbled, eyes furious and red and humiliated, jumping from his brother to his best friend, "Both of you."

He felt so utterly humiliated, and for that, he had no better plan than escaping. He took his lukewarm bowl between his hands, cutlery carefully balanced in the crook of his thumb and pointer finger, and abandoning his drink and rice bowl, he fled towards his room. He made quick work of resting his food on his work desk, sniffling quietly.Fucking assholes, Megumi thought as he slammed his door shut.

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Megumi would never try to get in the way of Toji's happiness, not now, not ever. Deep down, he held the very firm belief that if anybody in the world were to ever deserve all good things that existed, that was Toji. His older brother, who did a better job at making Megumi into a good and sensible individual over his tutors and the rest of their fucked up family, including their father. Sometimes, Megumi would think back into the past, if Toji had packed a bag by himself and fled the state in total silence and solitude, never to be seen again by him, Megumi wouldn't be upset with him. After all, to be free was what he deserved. To be surrounded by people who recognized how good he was, Toji had been slowly proving their family's words of him being 'no better than an animal' wrong. It was too fucking bad that one of the people who could see Toji for how wonderful he was, was Sukuna. Just the memory of his name popping by his mind made Megumi shudder in place.

He still couldn't understand in the slightest what Toji saw in him, like, sure, he was a bit funny and not too bad looking and obviously intelligent, from what his brother had told him, but Megumi couldn't help squirming in place just thinking of his impending presence coming back to their apartment again, treating it like it was his own place. And being an asshole about it.

It really didn't help at all how Sukuna seemed to always be silently sorry for what was probably poking Megumi too far; eyes slightly downcast like a sad dog, gaze apologetic and placating, but also stony and silent. Megumi did not love the lack of proper acknowledgement about what he did.

Nevermind that, he reasoned that as long as he never found himself alone with Sukuna, he would be able to put up with him. Small doses here and there when they were obligated to interact for Toji's sake and nothing else.

He could do that, absolutely. He had been doing a fantastic job of avoiding Sukuna since his whole 'dating debate', masterfully scurrying away when his brother and Sukuna arrived home to hangout, silently enjoying his meals in his room with nothing but soft background music or videos for company.

He was very prepared to keep Sukuna away, ignoring him like he was invisible for however long it took, until he heard the unusual sound of a knock coming from his front door, and he, in an crazy bout of stupidity, opened the door. Megumi immediately regretted it as Sukuna's huge frame came into view from the small crack of he door Megumi had opened.

"Toji's not home," Megumi said, trying to hurry into closing the door on Sukuna's face and hopefully letting the wood catch on his nose to break it. He only felt slightly bad at the thought of ruining the perfect hook of it.

He failed at it, because in the half a second it took for Megumi to realize who he was, Sukuna sneaked his foot on the doorway, effectively stopping it, "I know."

"So leave." Megumi insisted, trying to push Sukuna out. The hand he put over Sukuna chest to push him out definitely did not twitch in place as he felt hard and warm muscle under it.

"Aw, don't be like that, let me in, baby." The smirk he directed down at him was mocking, stupid. The type of smirk he did just as he was about to say something mean that would make Megumi's eyes water and upset him beyond belief.

He knew that, so he rested his weight on the door and tried to push Sukuna out that way, "No! Get the fuck out!"

"Stop being a brat, I'm serious. Let me in, I need to collect something Toji left here." Sukuna said, finally pushing through and making the younger stumble away. He did not stifle his laugh as he slammed the door shut behind himself and killed Megumi's pretense that he could actually fight Sukuna back. The startled squeak he let out was also pretty funny, "I'll take my shit and leave, don't worry."

Megumi grinded his teeth together but made no attempt at stopping Sukuna as he walked through their living room and down the hallway, towards Toji's room. He followed after, padding in bare feet after him and with an argument in the tip of his tongue, just because he could feel his annoyance rising and somebody had to suffer for it. Preferably the reason he was so annoyed.

"You couldn't even try to take your shoes off, asshole?" He spat as Sukuna opened the door to Toji's room and started rummaging through it, opening and closing drawers and flipping papers and books from Toji's desk over.

"Too much work, I'll be in and out, so there's no need for it." He answered offhandedly and, for some reason, lifting up Toji's mattress and looking there. Megumi was just mildly miffed at the sight of papers under it. He didn't understand most of them, papers from classes obviously, some of them were certificates, and he vaguely caught sight of a birth certificate with his name before Sukuna dropped the mattress again.

"Too much work to you, idiot, since you're not the one that has to clean up around here," Megumi scolded him, as Sukuna started flipping Toji's bed covers and pillows.

It bore no results, most of what he got was some discarded clothes, shirts and socks, and then an unexpected something else. Dark and cylindrical for some reason, the top a peachy and soft color. It looked squishy. It rolled to the side a bit and Megumi, against his best wishes, caught side of a perfectly formed clit, labia and opening still a little slick and wet before he could turn around and sprint out of the room, face in flames. The sound of Sukuna's snort followed him out.

He had never seen something like that while cleaning Toji's room. He found all sorts of other things; university papers, small crumpled receipts, leftover food and similarly rotten stuff and even letters from family they both liked pretending they didn't have. But that… That had been a first.

He did imagine Toji would engage in things like sexual attraction and desire, his brother was a grown man after all, and Megumi knew how often it was that people Toji's age would have partners and engage in things like intercourse. But to know and to see was two totally different things. He padded towards his room, on the other side of the hall and slipped inside, listening as another set of drawers was opened and slammed close by Sukuna. He dropped on his bed and sighed, trying to will the heat from his cheeks away. It was normal and he had no business prodding on Toji's room like Sukuna, the disrespectful asshole he was, was doing.

He flopped back in his bed, welcoming in the cushy feeling of plump bedsheets on his back. He really wanted the memory of that thing, which had been obviously used by his older brother, out of his brain forever, and he shuddered in disgust at the idea of addressing its existence with Toji. He tried to think of something else, anything, in place of whatever that had been been. Like whether Sukuna would be done ransacking his brother's room and leave soon, or whether there was actually a 'thing' he was looking for, or if he was only there to ruin Megumi's day. The older man wouldn't be above that.

Then, as his intrusive brain was wired to do, he went back to terrible things. Like the thing in Toji's room, thing which was shaped all too similarly to what was between his own legs, and wondered if Sukuna had one of those too. He shuddered and gasped, squeezing his legs subconsciously, that thing again in his mind, still wet and sticky and obviously used, and against his better judgment imaged Sukuna with it.

Sukuna, holding it in his hand, shirt in place and only lifted by him biting the hem of it, hard chest and abs visible, his pants hanging low in his hips, that curve and v shape at his hips that made Megumi tingly inside visible, belt undone, fly down, a perfectly trimmed patch of pink hair leading to his cock, buried deep inside the thing, which now looked suspiciously similar to his own pussy, head thrown back and groaning loud, deep in his throat. It made me jolt in place as he felt a sudden heartbeat turn harsh inside his underwear.

He sat upright immediately, face boiling and breathe stuttering, surprised with himself. More than the fact the he was all too new to those kinds of thoughts and ideas, his brain was screeching at himself, because, Sukuna? Sukuna, of all the people in the goddamn world, was making him feel like this? Tingly, soft, out of breath at just the mere thought of watching him receive pleasure. Another harsh beat in his underwear cemented in place the answer —a loud, clear and very wet 'yes'.

Fuck, he needed to kick him out. He needed to be alone and lock Toji's room and never think of that stupid thing or think of anybody, especially not Sukuna, using it.

He jumped out of bed, marching towards his door and yanking it open, but before he had the chance to step out and enact his plan, he stuttered, almost crashing with Sukuna's chest while the older man had a hand raised, probably to knock on Megumi's door.

Sukuna's face was serious as he stared down at him, eyes sharp as he eyed Megumi up and down very slowly, even lifting a questioning eyebrow at him, before speaking. "Hey, Toji called me, the fucking idiot said he had what I was looking for with him and that he'll give it to me tomorrow so-"

"Okay!" Megumi said, effectively cutting Sukuna off, "You're leaving now, right?"

Sukuna's mouth drop, ready to say something, but closed it again, in favor of analyzing Megumi. He leaned down, looking straight into his eyes and spoke again, "Why do you want me to leave?"

"What?"

"Why do you want me to leave so bad?" Sukuna asked, resting his open palm in Megumi's door and pushing it open, "Why do you want me out?"

"You're annoying and I don't like you," Megumi answered quickly, taken aback as Sukuna slid by his side and into his room, "Hey!"

"Why are you so impatient?"

"That's none of your business! Get out of my room, asshole!" He demanded.

"Why are you so red and out of breath?" Sukuna pressed, bulldozing over Megumi's indignation, "What were you doing?"

"Doing?" Megumi gasped, taken aback by the accusation. "What do you mean 'doing'? I wasn't doing anything!" He had no idea what Sukuna was implying, but he knew for a fact that whatever it was, wasn't nice. It made his face get hotter, if that was possible.

"What were you doing, Megumi?" He repeated, standing at full height and his jaw twitching in annoyance. Then, he turned around and marched towards his bed, ripping the covers up and making the plushie Toji had gifted him for his birthday fall sideways.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Megumi asked, running over and ripping his sheet from Sukuna's hand, laying it over his bed again and trying to smooth it over. Sukuna made no attempt to answer him, turning over and marching to his closet, throwing the doors open and looking inside. "Sukuna!"

"What?"

"What the hell are you doing? What are you looking for? You already said Toji's got whatever you were looking for with him. Stop messing with my stuff and leave!" Megumi demanded, voice high, annoyed and breaking just a little at the end.

"I'm looking for your little boyfriend." Sukuna shot back, not addressing anything else Megumi said as he leaned into the closet and prodded inside.

The accusation made Megumi's brain stutter, "What?"

"Your boyfriend." He growled as he slammed the closet open, turning to look at Megumi with sharp eyes. "Where is he? Does Toji know you sneak the little rat in when he's not home?" He spat, stepping right in Megumi's personal space again, forcing him to look up at him, wide eyes clouded in confusion. It made his jaw tick in annoyance again.

"What boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend." Sukuna answered, like it was obvious.

Megumi was instantly ticked off. Because number one, what made Sukuna think that he had a boyfriend over, hiding in his room like being in a relationship was something illegal. And number two, what or who exactly gave Sukuna the right to barge into his room and start flipping things over and snapping doors open and close like he owned the damn place, invading his privacy like that?

Megumi crossed his arms and looked up defiantly as he spoke again, "I don't know what you're talking about. And even if I did and I had a boyfriend and he was here, I fail to see how that is any of your business. You're not my dad, you're not my brother, so take your stupid accusations and get the fuck out of my room!" He demanded, pointing at his door and raising his voice.

Sukuna stayed rooted in place, feet planted firmly in the ground and breathing slow and heavy, calculated. Megumi had no idea why he was so damn mad but it wasn't his fucking problem. If he had any issues, he could tell somebody who cared, because the last of Megumi's worries why this man was behaving like a psycho all of a sudden.

"… Are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?"

Megumi rolled his eyes, sighing heavily, very exhausted by this nonsense, and answered, "No, Sukuna. I'm here by myself… I don't know what made you think I had someone over but I've been here alone all day."

Sukuna said nothing then. He still stayed in place, made no moves towards either leaving or speaking again

"… Why are you so out of breath and red then?" He asked, sounding oddly small.

Megumi's brain stuttered then. Oh, he hadn't realized that. He flushed a bit again, the image of the Sukuna in his fantasy flashing again in his mind for one moment, his abdominal muscles seizing as he thrusted inside the object that looked oddly similar to his own pussy. He cleared his throat.

"That's none of your business… And how did that make you jump the the conclusion I had a boyfriend over?"

Sukuna shuffled in place and Megumi fought back the desire to tell him to take his stupid shoes off his carpet, "I thought you had someone here… People get these look while making out and-" He gestured vaguely at him, "You're a bit- yeah…"

"Oh…" Was all he could respond to that, "Well, you don't have to worry about that, I'm alone."

"Yeah, I see that."

They stood together in silence for an awkward second, tight lipped and just rooted to their spots and staring into each other's eyes. Megumi cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Sukuna-"

"Are you curious about that?" Sukuna spoke over him. "Boyfriends and relationship and all that." He elaborated quickly. "I know you told Toji you didn't look at dating apps for yourself but…" Sukuna trailed off, eyes focused on him.

"What makes you think that?"

"Your brother has mentioned your life before, um, before you and him left your old home. And, no offense to him, but your brother is pretty stupid when it comes to that type of stuff. He didn't even know what a condom was when I asked him if he had one he could lend me…"

"He's not stupid," Megumi snapped back, digging his finger into Sukuna's chest accusingly. "He's not!" He went on, annoyance growing inside him as a smirk appeared on Sukuna's lips.

"Mm, sure he isn't," Although the words said were of agreement, Megumi could feel how unconvincing they were. Insincere.

"He isn't! You have no idea what we've been through, you don't get it." Megumi defended fiercely.

"Oh, I do," Sukuna said calmly, picking Megumi's finger and lifting his whole hand away from his chest, "Toji's confided in me a thing or two. He was pretty embarrassed about it, the whole not knowing how to get socialize, speak with people, make friends."

"He wouldn't."

"He's shy, oddly enough. Doesn't match his appearance at all." Sukuna continued, like Megumi had said nothing, "He was mortified the first time a girl kissed him, even asked me what a kiss meant for her to give him one like that." He added the last part with a smirk.

Megumi's cheeks heated up further. Sukuna was doing that thing again. Being an asshole that is. Making him feel inadequate and shifty and clumsy, like he could trip standing right up and he didn't like it.

"I, well, um-" Megumi stuttered.

He was stunned to silence as Sukuna dropped on the edge of his bed, sitting between his plush and soft covers way too comfortably.

"Oh come on, stop making that face," Sukuna teased, "I wasn't making fun of him. Well, too much. It's just that you don't see a guy like Toji know nothing about sex or even kissing everyday."

"Well, it's not weird." Megumi shot back, shifting his weigh from one foot to the other as Sukuna lounged back on his bed.

"I mean, it kind of is. Your brother's older than both of us and he's pretty hot, both men and women have been trying to hunt him down since he appeared in campus," He joked, "It's actually kind of a miracle he has managed to stay a virgin this long."

Megumi scrunched his nose up, embarrassment heating him up as if he was slow cooking, "Eugh, don't tell me about my brother's dating life, pervert."

Sukuna snickered, relaxing further and obviously not taking Megumi's discomfort and annoyance as a sign to leave, "'Pervert'?" He asked, incredulous, "Oh, come on! Talking about kissing is hardly perverted. It's middle school teasing at worst."

"Maybe to you." Megumi shot back. He stepped forward a bit, between Sukuna's open legs and ready to kick him out.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Sukuna snickered, pulling at Megumi's arm and making him fall over, laying by the man's side, "You're both silly virgins who blush at the mention of a kiss."

"Shut the fuck up," Megumi grumbled, straightening up —and making him realize that his plan of kicking the idiot out was failing, since they were now sitting side by side on his bed, for whatever reason– "Again, there's nothing wrong with having no kissing experience at my age."

"Mhm, and who told you that?" Sukuna asked lowly, looking down at him.

Although his tone was light, Megumi could see a small tightness in his lips. Whatever that meant.

He blushed some more, if that was possible, as he answered, "Just… read a few articles about it online." His admission was met with a barely concealed snort; Sukuna's face turning to the side in a very poor attempt of hiding it, "Shut up!" Megumi snapped, punching Sukuna on the shoulder.

"Sorry, fuck, sorry," Sukuna apologized, very fakely, between small snickers, "Shit, you're such a baby, did you know that?"

"Fuck you."

Megumi grumbled something incoherent under his breath, teeth gritted tightly, ashamed. He turned his face to the side, not looking at the idiot his brother called a best friend and tried counting to twenty. Maybe once he got there he would have enough resolution to kick him out.

"Aww no, baby, I'm sorry," Sukuna cooed at him, now way closer than before, as he turned Megumi's face to him again, "Don't be mad. Sorry, okay? I'm being an asshole."

"You are."

Sukuna sighed, "Yeah, sorry," He repeated. "You know, kissing isn't even a big deal. It's the easiest, just a step above holding hands," He tried to amend, "It's okay not to know how to do something because there's always someone to show you."

"Yeah? Like who?" Megumi asked, slapping Sukuna's hand away. He couldn't keep himself from pouting then, "I don't even have friends, you know that. And Toji's still mad about my apps for chatting with people and making friends. I doubt I'll have anyone to ask anytime soon."

Sukuna stared down at him in silence, which was, in and of itself, odd. But Megumi couldn't help but notice a few other oddities as the silence stretched. His pupils growing in size, black swallowing down the pretty color of his irises. Fingers twitching by his side, a small movement every few seconds, opening and closing over his palm. Breath growing shallow. Hovering over him way more than what was needed.

After another eternity of staring him down, Sukuna finally spoke again, "I can teach you."

"What?" Megumi deadpanned. Because surely, he hadn't actually said that.

"I can teach you." Sukuna insisted, a hand laying itself softly over Megumi's knee. "It's not a big deal, really. I can show you what it feels like."

"Umm…" Was all Megumi could say in return.

This was absolutely not going how he wanted it to go. His brain was half screaming something about how the original plan was to have Sukuna out of the apartment by now, relax and try to erase the last hour from his brain. But he was still weak, he read something about struggling with boundaries after abuse online, maybe it was that. But he couldn't entirely lie and say he wasn't curious, interested. His stomach jumped in place as Sukuna's hand squeezed his knee, eyes still dark, way darker than usual.

"We can try something," He insisted, fingers crawling up his leg until they laid on his thigh, "See if you like it."

Absolutely under no circumstances was Sukuna trustworthy, to any degree. Megumi couldn't prove it, but he was planning something, scheming behind his back, looking to play with him. He should say no.

"Okay," Megumi said, instead.

"Yeah?" Sukuna asked, breath a little more shallow now, fingertips digging on Megumi's hips.

"Mhm," Megumi agreed, scooting just a little closer, "Just kissing, though."

Sukuna nodded, "Of course! Just kissing… To teach you what it feels like…"

Before Megumi could try to inquire something, like how on earth does one initiate something like that, Sukuna was already on it. First, it was featherlight, a simple press of plain lips together. A peck, he explained softly, before diving back in. He slotted their lips together then, matching them like puzzle pieces. A proper kiss, one that had Megumi counting to five with butterflies in his stomach.

Then another and another and another, and it really made him understand why people in movies liked these kind of things so much.

Megumi had never felt like this, never even knew these feeling were a possibility. Movies and books always made kissing sound sweet and quick, something like a peck, the soft press of lips that would make you small and little else. That wasn't what Sukuna was doing. Sukuna wasn't being quick and sweet, not with the way he slid his lips over his own, slick and plump and so nice. It was slow and measured, so good Megumi found himself putting his arms around Sukuna's neck and hugging him close.

"Fuck, baby-"

That was another thing Megumi found he liked and wasn't mentioned in books. The way once they separated for one moment of air, Sukuna kept making these breathless, desperate calls for him, his own hands laying over Megumi's hips and pulling at him too before they resumed kissing. This was probably what being high felt like; content, relaxed, so good. He didn't even protest when Sukuna held his chin and pressed his thumb down a bit, making Megumi open his mouth and sliding his tongue inside.

Wet, slow, odd, making Megumi feel dirty and like he was doing something bad but also rendering him unable to speak up against it.

"Sukuna-" Megumi gasped once they separated again, their tongues untangling and the older man not letting go yet.

"Mhm?" He murmured, sinking his face by Megumi's cheek, rubbing his nose on his jaw and planting a kiss there.

"You said- you said just kissing," He whined as he felt wet open mouth motions starting by the lobe of his ear and going down. He couldn't even fight the way he threw his head back, baring his throat on instinct.

"We are kissing, sweetheart, see?" Sukuna mumbled back, nipping at Megumi's neck and receiving a whine in return, "All kisses… It's just that some kisses feel better than others. Want me to show you more?"

Sukuna didn't wait for an answer, his hands keeping Megumi still in the mattress as he continued biting and sucking at his neck carefully, enough to have Megumi squirming, but not enough to leave marks. His fingers danced carefully at the edge of Megumi's sleeping shorts, playing with the pretty trim on it, pulling at the band, then slipping his fingers inside. He huffed a small laugh as he felt a shiver run over Megumi's body as he slid his pretty shorts down and threw them over his shoulder. He lifted himself a bit, loving the way Megumi tried to pull him down and admired the pretty sight of a pair of white, simple cotton panties with a noticeable wet spot on it.

Megumi, maybe a bit more self aware now that Sukuna wasn't so intent in stealing all his oxygen, recoiled when the older man caressed his legs up and down and up, fingertips touching the edge of his panties.

"Is this what kisses do to you? Fuck, you're so cute." Sukuna groaned as he leaned down, nosing over Megumi's tense belly.

The muscles under jumped and Megumi, to Sukuna's surprise, moaned as kisses were planted under his bellybutton.

"Sukuna-!" He moaned as said man's lips continued down, finally colliding with the edge of his panties. Megumi's hand shot down, grabbing a hold of Sukuna's hair as his panties were yanked down without any warning, "Sukuna!" He squealed in surprise, trying to close his legs on instinct.

Regretfully for him, Sukuna had fast reflexes and caught his thighs just as they were about to close, pushing then open and settling down between them, now basically kneeling over the edge of the bed.

"No, no, don't do that, sweetheart. Relax, I know what I'm doing." He said, easing Megumi into opening his legs more. He caressed his inner thighs and repressed a small laugh as he watch they way they quivered under his touch.

"This doesn't feel like just kissing anymore," Megumi said, but made no other attempts to stop Sukuna as he put his legs over his shoulders.

"I know what I'm doing, trust me."

Megumi rolled his eyes at that, refusing to acknowledge that Sukuna was right. He opened his mouth to protest back, say something snarky or a simple 'fuck you'. But the words were stolen right from his throat as he felt Sukuna's plump, heavenly lips plant a kiss over his clit.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, eyes open wide in surprise and staring down like he couldn't believe that just happened.

He mouth hung open and let shuddering breaths as Sukuna stared up at him, smirking, before planting another loud kiss on his clit. Then another and another, slower and slower and before Megumi knew it, Sukuna was positively making out with his pussy. He felt so embarrassed, listening to slick sounds, way worse than when they made out and jumping as kisses turned into long even strikes of his tongue over spots Megumi never even imagined a tongue could go.

No matter, Sukuna knew what he was doing.

"Sukuna…" He called desperately, his voice high and loud, squirming in place and lifting his hips off the mattress unconsciously, following after Sukuna's tongue and jumping down and away when he enveloped his clit with his lips and sucked, "Ah-! Oh, god!"

Sukuna laughed, the fucking asshole, as he licked over his clit again and felt it twitch under his tongue before lifting his face up, "You like it?"

"Yes- yes. please," Megumi whined in response, not one bit aware of what he was asking for but begging nonetheless, throwing one of his legs over Sukuna's back and trying to pull him down again.

"You see, baby? I know what I'm doing… Just giving you very special kisses," He mumbled the last part as he lowered his head again and got to work.

It was bullshit, of course. Bullshit so blatant even someone as sheltered and oblivious as Megumi would be able to tell, but he doubted he was about to complain. Not to toot his own horn, but Sukuna knew how to eat pussy, truly knew. He could read cues very well, where to touch, where to lick, when to suck and with how much force. Once he was confident and felt Megumi's fingers slip between his pushed back hair and pull, he smirked, continue to lick, angling his nose down so it teased his clit and slid one finger inside Megumi's soaked and quivering pussy.

"Ah- AH! Sukuna-!" That was music to his damn ears.

Liquid euphoria he was drinking as he pumped slowly in and out, building a pace and enjoying way too much as Megumi pulled his hair, dragging him closer, practically using his face to get off. He took it as a complement. If he knew Megumi would be humping his face to get off when he met him, he would have offered to teach him about kisses way earlier. His head was swimming, eyes closed, adding a second finger and welcoming the feeling of Megumi's pillowy thighs closing around his head.

"Yes, yes, yes-! Ah, Sukuna!" He practically screamed before it turned into a sob as he humped down harder, blinking down stars when Sukuna's fingers pushed up, up, up, something sensitive and spongy inside him. He felt faint, "Ha- ah- wait- wait…"

Sukuna hummed in response, not opening his eyes or stopping but making Megumi aware that he was listening.

"I'm gonna- It feels so weird, Sukuna, wait- I feel-" His words were cut by him letting a groan out, deeper but equally as desperate as all his previous cries, "I think- I'm gonna pee-"

If nothing else had gotten him before, then that did. It shot lighting down his body and made him lightheaded like nothing else. Megumi, sweet sheltered angel, was so clueless he didn't even know he was about to cum in Sukuna's mouth. He groaned and redoubled his efforts, the steady pace of his fingers turning violent and wild and taking Megumi's red and swollen clit in his mouth again and sucking, happily taking the way thighs squeezed his head, feeling dizzy, pussy drunk.

Then, Megumi got quiet. Sukuna was about to be worried when he felt it, a small warm stream of wetness hitting his lower lip and chin and the sudden tighter pressure around his fingers. Megumi was cumming and that was confirmed by the sudden whiny moans that left his mouth, small and like he was crying, his body shaking when Sukuna finally straightened up.

He kept two fingers steadily pumping, helping Megumi ride over his high and watching how his entire was shaking and cooing sweetly when he focused his teary eyes on him again and opened his arms at him, calling him over.

"Sukuna…"

"What, sweetheart?" He cooed sweetly, pecking Megumi's lips as he slowed down his pumping fingers and finally pulled them out, "Mm? Did you like it? Were my kisses good?"

"Yes…"

Megumi was half out of his mind at the moment, feeling his legs tremble and spasm every few seconds, chest heaving deeply, every breath sounding like a wheeze and his heart hammering wildly, making his entire ribcage ripple. That had absolutely not been a simple kiss, Megumi wasn't dumb enough to believe that. He bit his lip to contain a whine as the pad of one of Sukuna's fingertips caressed softly the twitchy, oversensitive tip of his clit.

"Yeah, I bet they were…" Sukuna murmured. leaning down and softly planting another kiss on Megumi's lips. He lifted his hand up and put it in front of Megumi's face, making a show of playing with the wetness clinging to his fingers as he spread them. He smirked down at Megumi as he shifted in place, embarrassed, "I've been told I'm a great kisser."

That made Megumi frown, "Asshole." He muttered, flustered as Sukuna leaned back, slipping the jacket he was wearing off and then his shirt, "What are you doing?" He asked, taken aback

"Mm, nothing," He replied quietly, swiftly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down.

Heat started simmering under his skin again as he watched attentively as Sukuna dropped his pants to the ground, his underwear following swiftly. There was not an ounce of shame in his expression when his cock came into Megumi's view; flushed, a little wet, hanging by his thigh like it was nothing. Megumi decided he should look somewhere else.

"Doesn't look like nothing." He quipped back.

"It's nothing." Sukuna responded, not missing a beat as he held onto his cock and leaning over, rutting against soaked folds.

"You're a terrible fucking liar, did you know that?" Megumi asked, starring hesitantly at the place where their bodies met.

"You believed at least half of what I said." Sukuna argued back, eyes focused on the same place as Megumi's. "I'm not as bad of a liar if you've let me get this far."

"I didn't believe you," But the words sounded empty. "And I can still kick you out."

"You won't." Sukuna replied.

With a careful hand, he held himself up and rutted forward, biting his lip down and watching as the flushed head of his cock kissed Megumi's wet entrance, slid up, up, up and nestled itself between soft, wet heat. He kept going and watched with a smile as Megumi's twitching clit was pressed down and the subsequent moan that produced. Eyelashes fluttering softly as Sukuna repeated the slow grinding motions a few times, sighing and whimpering just the tiniest bit. So cute.

"Relax, baby." Sukuna murmured softly a he lined himself up and pushed in.

That was a very poor warning, but to be perfectly honest, nothing could have prepared Megumi for the sharp, acute pain he felt as Sukuna slowly slid in. Megumi dug his nails on his arms, breathing in short desperate puffs against Sukuna's lips and then letting out something between a groan and a squeal once he felt him bottom out.

"Fucking- ugh…" He vaguely registered Sukuna saying, before he was completely crushed down by his weight, hugged tight and firm against the mattress. Suffocating.

Like kissing, it took him a moment; pulling in and out, in and out, in and out a few times. Numbness and vague pain slowly turned into something hot, dizzying, so good he found himself begging.

"Sukuna-!" He wheezed out as the older man slid out and then slammed back inside, "Sukuna- fuck- please-"

And even if his pleas were incoherent, it seemed like Sukuna understood, "Yeah," Was all he huffed out, burying his face on the crook of Megumi's neck, "Yeah, fuck, whatever you want, baby."

He was being suffocated, pressed against the mattress like he should fuse against it and too lost on his own pleasured muddled brain to understand whatever Sukuna was murmuring in his ear. Probably a lie, or something stupid, something that sounded like 'tightest pussy ever' perhaps. Nevermind, at least he now knew he had a positive quality to make up for it. He planted both feet on the bed lifting his hips up to follow after Sukuna, gasping and whining with every movement. Fuck, this was absolutely not the plan.

It was so much, so damn much, behind fluttering lashes and gasps he remembered reading something about this; 'intercourse', what a fancy word for something so explosive, vulgar and mind numbing. There was nothing fancy about the way their bodies connected, sounded and felt together, but with the escalating pressure on his stomach, tightening, pulling, making shake as Sukuna basically used him, he couldn't really complain.

He tried his best to control himself, stay quiet and breath steady. But once he felt that again, the feeling of something becoming too hot, too much inside him, having to pee, he couldn't drown out a squeak, what he was sure was a silly cry —a high pitched moan of Sukuna's name– as his cunt seized up like earlier, tightening around the older man and listened to the him groan, followed by him stilling on top of Megumi, shaking. He welcomed yet another 'practice kiss' he was given as his insides were flooded by something sticky and warm that made him feel content but also really gross.

It was still really good like this. To kiss between agitated heartbeats and deep gulps of air.

"Sorry," Sukuna groaned as he lifted himself up some more, slowly sliding out. "Shit," He cursed lowly, watching as cum trickled out quickly, pooling over the covers. "Shit, we're going to have to put these in the washer quickly."

"Mm, why?" Megumi asked after a very long moment of silence, feeling very close to dozing off.

"Well, cum stains, and if we just leave it like that it'll be impossible to get out." Sukuna said, sitting on the edge of the bed and just staring him down.

Another long pause happened before Megumi found energy to speak again. "Cum stains?" He asked, blinking sleepily up at Sukuna.

Sukuna's face did something then, a weird twitch as his eyes turned dark again but his mouth flattened, making him look both unhappy and like he was enjoying something about this situation. He leaned over, resting his face in his hands and groaning. Megumi didn't really know what was up with him now. He shivered in place, skin erupting in goosebumps as his sweaty skin started cooling down and grimacing as he felt himself grow sore and uncomfortable with the wetness between his thighs.

He reached a hand down, swiping a finger over himself and watched in mild fascination the way the pearly 'cum' stuck to his finger, "Shouldn't we clean up too?"

Sukuna looked up at him, face still half hidden between his hands as Megumi played with the liquid on his finger. He sighed and straightened up, opening his mouth to talk and suggest, of course, they clean up —and run down the nearest pharmacy for a plan B pill and lecture Megumi about never letting anyone cum inside him again– but was stopped by a sound.

The heavy slammed of the front door closing down the hallway. "Gumi?" Toji's unmistakable voice called faintly from the house's entrance.

Sukuna felt all the blood drain from his body quickly, going cold, his stomach dropping as he stared down at Megumi; laying down peacefully, completely naked and positively dozed off, legs just slightly open, enough to see the small stream of cum dripping from his entrance. And at himself; very naked too, sweaty, cock out still wet with a mixture of slick, a bit of cum and the tiniest hint of blood.

"Megumi?" Toji repeated again, sounding closer.

Sukuna sighed really heavily, reaching for the pretty covers in Megumi's bed and draping them over him. To preserve his modesty or whatever, he told himself as he barely had enough time to reach for his underwear from the ground and slip them on before he door to the bedroom opened. Toji's expression went from confusion to recognition to understanding so fast it was only mildly funny. The way his face turned red, furious, thunderous, something that promised hell, Sukuna knew he deserved it.

Whatever, he thought as Toji silently dragged him out of Megumi's room, nails digging into his skin, veins bulging ln his neck, breathing heavy like a mad bull, to probably —definitely– beat his ass. What-fucking-ever.

Toji might beat his ass, leave him with possible irreparable damage, kill him even, but that wouldn't bring Megumi's virginity back. Sukuna couldn't help the smirk that crept on his face as Toji winded his arm back to punch him.