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It’s been a couple of years since the incident that occurred during that night in Shibuya, where Sukuna prioritized saving the life of Megumi Fushiguro, instead of his initial goal of wreaking havoc in the city. Absolutely nobody expected the King of Curses to do something so unusually altruistic, but when Sukuna gently carried the slender boy in a princess carry in his arms toward the rest of the injured sorcerers, they were all left tongue-tied with mouth-gaped expressions.

“Take care of him.” Sukuna demanded as he gently laid Megumi’s figure down in front of the distressed sorcerers as he teleported away. Off to nobody knows where, but the remaining sorcerers couldn’t seem to give it a second thought as they were too busy tending to their wounded. 

Only to find out that the rest of the curses were defeated within the span of a couple of minutes. Sukuna’s bloody figure teleported back to where Megumi was kept, and longingly observed the state of the unconscious Ten Shadows user. He loomed over Megumi as he gently cupped the pale boy’s face, which awfully looked like a loving caress, as Megumi’s unconscious figure leaned into the comforting physical touch. 

Silence filled the crowded room as all the sorcerers held their breaths at the presence of the King of Curses. Sukuna stepped back while not breaking his line of sight at Megumi as Itadori quickly gained control over his body again as if it was just simply handed back to him.

“Oh hey guys, what’s up?” Yuuji greets the symphony of baffled looks of the remaining sorcerers.

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Despite the inevitable bloodshed that occurred during the beginning of the battle in Shibuya, Sukuna’s strange sudden change of heart, ultimately led to the defeat of Kenjaku and his minions. Save for a couple of curses that the sorcerers managed to secure and detain, particularly Mahito, who was captured by an injured Nanami.

This was enough for Gojo to secretly strike up a deal with Sukuna. With the act of saving his beloved ward, Gojo developed a personal debt toward the King of Curses. Gojo knew that the death of his beloved best friend, Geto, was the catalyst for the incident that occurred in Shibuya. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again, so he offered the thousand year old curse an opportunity to conjure up his very own body to inhabit, where he would exist beyond the need for Yuuji’s body as a vessel to be his own person. Sukuna reluctantly agreed, transferring from Yuuji’s body into a strikingly similar one. Gojo guessed that the curse grew a subconscious attachment towards Yuuji’s body, despite all his vehement denial.

This agreement caused an intense conflict within the Jujutsu world, but Gojo found himself not caring enough to entertain the reservations and grievances of others. He was almost trapped in a box by the corpse of his first love, and his beloved ward was gravely injured by the actions and decisions of the higher-ups and the clans. Sukuna essentially saved Megumi’s life, so Gojo owes him a life. Besides, who is stupid enough to go against The Strongest with a recently broken moral compass and brimming with anguish?

With his new body, Sukuna spent days on Megumi’s bedside waiting for the pale boy to wake. Numerous sorcerers saw Sukuna’s new body, often having conversations with Megumi’s unconscious body as if he were awake. Yuuji swears that one night that Sukuna was on his knees begging for Megumi to get better, but most people can’t fathom the thought of the King of Curses on his knees for a mere human.

After a tedious and exhausting week of dealing with the aftermath of Shibuya, to everyone's collective relief, Megumi finally woke up. With Megumi’s recent recovery, the last of the injured sorcerers all finally became stabilized, notably Nobara and Nanami who were just healed from their severe burn injuries.

Upon obtaining Shoko’s clear approval for visitation, everyone rushed to Megumi’s hospital room, only to be met by the sight of Megumi and Sukuna wrapped in an amorous hug like star-crossed lovers who finally escaped and survived the grim reality of war between their two rival families. As they finally notice the new presence in the room, they reluctantly let go of each other.

After the collective initial surprise wears off, everybody bombards the two figures with endless questions as they approach Megumi’s bedside.

“How come Sukuna gets to visit Megumi-chan before me?” Gojo whines. “You try going against the wishes of the King of Curses without any bloodshed,” answered Shoko nonchalantly as she took an unlit cigarette out of her pocket.

“How the hell did you manage to literally survive the battle unscathed? Nobara interrogated Megumi with an annoyed expression. “Literally, no fucking blemishes while I have to live with these burns!” Her irritation fumes off her body.

“Your burns don't take away from your beauty, Kugisaki, besides burns are cool, right, Itadori?” Megumi replies while giving her a comforting smile. 

Placated by the rare genuine compliment coming from Megumi, she rolls her eyes. “Glad to know your eyes are still working, Fushiguro.”

“Why the hell do you still look like me?” Yuuji loudly accuses with a fiery expression in his eyes. Seeing the curse in front of him took him for a loop. He was so used to having Sukuna constantly in his head, and with Sukuna’s current form which still makes him look similar to Yuuji albeit with some cooler tattoos, even one may suggest that they could pass off as blood relatives.

With his new body, Sukuna now towers over Megumi’s respectable 5'9 figure, not being limited by Yuuji’s shorter stature. He retained Yuuji’s pink locks, but chose to change his eyes back into their original icy blue-ish gray color. He was also now physically bigger than Yuuji, who had a body that no one could scoff about, but Sukuna’s tattoos emphasize the sheer size of his hulking figure.

His new body was nowhere near the magnitude of his original form, but it’ll do for now. He once told Megumi as he was preening over his new look.

“Shut the fuck up brat, don’t flatter yourself.” Sukuna barks as he scoffs at the absurdity of Yuuji’s accusation. 

But before this mild altercation could escalate, they were interrupted by a soft joyful laugh coming from the hospital bed, they all turned their attention to a rare laughing Megumi with a cheshire smile on his face. Emerald eyes lovingly crinkled at the sight of the two bickering boys. 

Megumi Fushiguro who only laughs once in a blue moon according to Gojo’s stories of Megumi’s childhood. For a lot of people in this hospital room, this was the first time they ever heard Megumi laugh. Megumi was always branded as an introverted pessimist, (a realist, if they were to actually ask him) so this was something new and precious for them. It gave off a feeling of new hope and that everything might be just alright.

After the tension in the room dissipated, Gojo had an announcement to make. He informed Megumi and the rest about the current situation, now that the Jujutsu society had dealt with the aftermath of the Shibuya incident, the current Jujutsu students will continue their education, albeit in a more traditional sense.

They would still have lessons focused on developing their curse techniques, and they would execute assigned missions if needed. However, to a lesser degree, as there are now little to no immediate curse threats in Japan.

Furthermore, Gojo promised to monitor Sukuna through the Jujutsu high school program, so effective immediately, Sukuna was a 2nd year student with Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara, much to the dismay of most of the higher-ups. Beyond keeping an eye on the King of Curses, this was also an opportunity for Sukuna to learn more about contemporary Japan, and what it means to live again.

All eyes warily turned to Sukuna who had an usual calm expression on his rugged face. He slowly nods in agreement, as he gives Megumi a wistful look.

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For the next couple of years, Sukuna was able to flesh himself out–both literally and figuratively, under the watchful gaze of not only Gojo, but also Megumi.

It was a valiant effort for Sukuna to properly assimilate in modern Japan, but he found that he didn’t necessarily mind when Megumi was the one showing him the ropes. They both enjoyed each other’s company, and mutually aided each other to improve themselves. Sukuna trained Megumi to become a better sorcerer, and to be more selfish in this cruel world, while Megumi mellowed out Sukuna, catching him up with recent history, and showing him the importance of life.

With the King of Curses essentially being on their side, the Jujutsu society in Japan was able to rest easy. Sure, there were curses that needed to be dealt with every now and then, but Sukuna’s notoriety was enough for a majority of curses to back down. Not to mention having to deal with the politics of various clans, but under the watchful gaze of Gojo and Sukuna – all seemed to be well for the future of jujutsu society.

This inevitably led to the younger generations of sorcerers to be able to enjoy their youth, and focus on other things without having the realistic possibility of death looming over them.

Now in their first year of the Jujutsu College program, the Jujutsu world had more or less grown accustomed to Sukuna’s presence, much to their personal disapproval. Sure, he had his moments, he was still the same self-serving asshole with a bloodlust as established centuries before, but it was nothing compared to his centuries of tyranny and destruction. He satiated much of his bloodlust through the exclusive hunting and consumption of other curses, while his personality was still a work in progress. Much of this taming seems to stem from Megumi Fushiguro, who the King of Curses seemed to have a soft spot for, and ultimately became the closest to for the past couple of years.

Therefore, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Sukuna and Megumi announced their new relationship to their closest friends one day. Aside from the horrified reactions of Megumi’s friends and found family, Sukuna found it amusing being on the receiving end of the shovel talk from people he could quickly kill with no hesitation, if only Megumi didn’t disapprove of such. Frankly, Sukuna couldn’t care less about what these people think about his relationship with Megumi, but he knows his blessing holds their opinions in a high regard, so he bites his tongue.

After a few intense conversations, they begrudgingly accept Megumi and Sukuna’s relationship. Sure, it was a struggle in the beginning, knowing that Megumi probably gets his guts rearranged regularly by the King of Curses, but they were slowly becoming comfortable with Sukuna’s presence. Hell, he even formed his own weird relationships with Megumi’s friends on his own. He used to think that they just tolerated him for the sake of Megumi, but Nobara admitted that they seemed to find his lovestruck asshole personality adorable.

Beyond Megumi’s meticulous guidance, he assimilated easily into modern Japan through the help of his new found friends, Kirara, Yuuji and Nobara aided in providing context to contemporary pop culture, Maki detailed the intricacies of Jujutsu History and politics, and Toge, Yuuta and Panda taught him basic etiquette. 

They would initiate several modern activities as a group, for the enrichment of Sukuna’s knowledge. Being brought into an amusement park to experience first-hand the pleasuries of human thrill was insightful to say the least. The best part was spending all of these experiences with his beloved blessing. See Sukuna knows that Megumi is a homebody, not that spending time with Megumi alone was a bad option at all, but he also developed the fondness of taking Megumi outside his comfort zone, and their friends just did that for both of them.

He found that he had come to care for them in his own way as he spent more time with them. Admittedly, the life of a curse is awfully lonely, not that Sukuna never enjoyed it, but there was also something favorable about spending time on this world with people who care about you.

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Two weeks from now, during Halloween, an unofficial Goodwill event in the form of a party will be held in the Jujutsu College dorms where all former and present Jujutsu students are invited. The last Sukuna heard was that faculty and even other professional sorcerers were invited to this small gathering. 

It seems that Todo was the one who was behind the organization of the event in an effort to bring everyone back together after slightly drifting apart after graduation, which comes with the territory of going on separate paths in life. It was also to reclaim October 31 as the joyful Halloween celebration, from the grim incident in Shibuya years prior.

Sukuna had now long understood the concept of Halloween, and why most humans partake in the costume wearing tradition. He was even aware of the unspoken rule that Halloween was the one day that humans could dress as provocatively as possible without the unneeded ire from the rest of society, or as Nobara would plainly put it the one day a person could dress up as a slut and no one else could say anything about it.

One afternoon, everyone was gathered at their shared living space after attending their morning classes. The topic of discussion was the costumes for Todo’s party. Nobara was trying to coordinate with her girlfriend, Maki, on their couples’ Halloween costumes.

“Maki! We need to go as Daphne and Velma, please!” Nobara pleaded to her girlfriend, who was smiling at her antics. “Alright, but I’m not that familiar with your western references.”

Sukuna was sitting beside Megumi who would seemingly zone out of these group conversations, but he knows his boyfriend is still paying attention, despite how it looks.

He was too busy staring at his stoic boyfriend as he tunes out the rest of the group conversation, the last thing he heard was Panda proclaiming that he’ll dress up as a polar bear.

Everything was just as usual, the extroverts such as Nobara, Yuuji, and Kirara dominating the conversation, while Megumi, Sukuna, and Yuuta tended to just listen, and speak when directly spoken to.

Until the moment Megumi announces to the room that he will be partaking in this human tradition, everyone looks at him in utter surprise. 

Megumi Fushiguro, Megumi “this headband is my costume” Fushiguro is going through the extra effort to get all dolled up for Halloween.

No one is more flabbergasted than Sukuna, who takes a minute or two to comprehend what just came out of his boyfriend’s mouth.

Kirara beats everyone to a reaction, “Ooh, is our little Gumibear ready to slut it up for Halloween?” Kirara’s eyes twinkle in sheer curiosity from the opposite couch.

“I’d like to ask for your help too, Kirara.” Megumi bashfully requested as his alabaster skin gradually turned into a pinkish red hue.

Kirara squeals in excitement as she gathers Megumi with a tight hug, “Of course, anything for my favorite kouhai!” 

The thought of Kirara Hoshi who is notoriously known to be consistently dressed head to toe in tight skimpy clothing will be helping Megumi, gets collectively realized in everyone’s heads. Everyone rightfully freaks out at the possibility of their sweet virginal Megumi possibly showing some skin, or wearing something sinful.

Usually the suggestive and revealing outfits of the modern day, did little to nothing towards Sukuna’s interest and lust. He had his fill of women and men in both senses, during his prolonged time on this earth. He had truly seen and tasted it all.

But the thought of Megumi Fushiguro, typically meek and conservative Megumi, showing some skin in a slutty Halloween costume, got Sukuna all kinds of excited.

It wasn’t that Sukuna didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy Megumi in all senses of the word, but he wanted to show off the boy to the world. Contrary to popular belief, Megumi was still a teenage boy with a libido that won’t quit, so Sukuna gladly indulged into Megumi’s frequent wanton whims. He was thankful that his new body had the proper equipment to please his blessing, and not his cursed body where he was physically sexless.

He shudders at the mere thought of engaging in carnal desires with Megumi while he was still in that brat, Yuuji’s body.

Megumi was already effortlessly gorgeous, and the fact that he was ignorant to this fact, adored him to most people. He retained his style of choosing comfort over style, sticking to basics or his usually baggy attire that unforgivably hides his delicate lean figure. With the addition of Sukuna’s new modern attire, Megumi always seemed to be drowning in a baggy outfit whenever he would be seen in public.

Megumi had even mentioned recruiting Kirara for some help, which excited Sukuna even more. Kirara who had been Megumi’s closest relationship outside of Nobara and Yuuji.

See Kirara was always a person of curiosity for Sukuna. She had reminded him of girls like her that he had met long before, girls whose souls didn’t fit correctly in their physical bodies. Sukuna grimly remembers that most of these girls produced the most potent cursed energies, and if the way they were treated was any indicator, he couldn’t blame them.

His curiosity probably stems from an awe towards modern human medicine where they were able to manipulate the body into turning into what they ultimately desired. This procedure was almost godlike in nature, with the manipulation of the assumed laws of biology into one’s desire.

It was often a treat seeing the complimentary dynamic between Megumi and Kirara. Megumi who was usually reserved and demure and Kirara who is often excitable and confident. They seemed to bring out the best in each other, with Megumi grounding Kirara and Kirara being the conduit for Megumi to break out of his shell.

Sukuna remembers an instance where he directly asked Megumi, how he managed to become so close to his vivacious senpai, when their personalities seemingly clashed.

“She reminds me of my sister.” Megumi softly replies as he has a gentle smile on his face. Megumi never spoke about Tsumiki, especially after her sudden passing shortly after Shibuya. People assumed that Megumi was stuck in grief over the recent loss of his sister, so they never broached the topic. 

He seemed to inadvertently obtain Kirara’s approval when he casually offered to match her outside organs to properly match her insides. She looked at him as if he had offered her the world, but she politely declined in an unusually serious tone for her. She said that her current form is what makes her Kirara. Nonetheless, after that interaction, she had seemed to warm up to Sukuna and by extension also her boyfriend, Hikari. 

Despite everyone’s best interrogation tactics, Megumi was tight-lipped about his costume idea. Sukuna even asked him if he wanted to match costumes with him, which the shadows user politely declined with a promise of next year’s Halloween, and that his costume this year was a surprise specifically for him. Now, this is where curiosity got Sukuna as the thought of the boy's intended surprise plagued him all week.

Throughout the week, Sukuna would end up making obvious hints towards Megumi about his costume. He would intentionally injure himself to have Megumi patch him up. “You’d make a great nurse, Gumibear” only to be met with an eye roll from the skinny boy.

After a sparring session, Megumi managed to pin Sukuna down. “Wow, are you my very own angel?” Sukuna fake gasps looking up at Megumi who was physically sitting down on him. The bright sunlight creates an illusion of a halo behind the shadow user. Megumi blames his reddening complexion on the scorching sun, but Sukuna knows better. 

“Do curses even deserve angels?” Megumi scoffs as he tries to get up from Sukuna’s figure, but he is held down by a pair of bulky arms with black lines running through them. 

One day, while he was hanging out in Megumi’s dorm, he caught Megumi playing with his shikigami, as he took a break from doing his assignments. It was adorable seeing Megumi drop his aloof and stoic attitude to be affectionate towards his Shikigami. Sukuna admires the absolute power Megumi has over his shikigami, yet he exclusively treats each and every one of them with love and respect. He takes in the sight of Megumi, who was now covered with various animal fur from his brief playtime with his pets.

“Aw, looks like you’ve made a mess, kitten.” Sukuna grabs the lint roller that Megumi keeps in his cabinet. “Come here so I could clean you up, or would you rather take it all off and lick yourself clean.” Sukuna flashes him a smug grin with a wink.

Megumi punches him in the arm, surprisingly hard, and sics his Shikagami at him. He makes a rough guess that Megumi won’t be a kitten this year.

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As Sukuna enters Todo’s shared dorm, the loud sounds of a German girl chanting that she wants to party till she dies over an electronic beat rings from the speakers. The entire room was filled with cheesy decorations of skeletons and cobwebs, and strobing neon lights. It seemed like every student from Tokyo and Kyoto was in attendance, with the addition of some unknown stragglers. He still doesn’t know what Megumi’s costume will be, to the point where Megumi declined going to the party together as he wanted to keep it a surprise.

Sukuna decided to dress as a roman gladiator, albeit a very slutty one. This was primarily due to Sukuna's newfound interest in world history, one of the subjects that he had a genuine interest in. Finding out about the events in other parts of the world during this reign was enlightening. The other reason was simply because of sheer vanity. He wanted to show off his physique that he graciously worked so hard for, and consider it as his treat for his Megumi tonight.

Sukuna was a vision in gold as bits of gold armor decorated his upper body. This is contrasted by the ebony dark marks that trail all over his exposed tanned skin. His abs are hugged by the straps of a leather gladiator skirt, that tastefully hides and protects his crotch area. On his feet, he had historically accurate gladiator sandals with admittedly a tiny bit of a platform to emphasize his towering height. Over his right shoulder lies a billowing red velvet cape that adds a dramatic flair to his somewhat simple costume. 

He looked like a God of War ready to reap his bounty. Now all he needed was his queen.

I’m a hot girl, and I come in different flavors, a British female voice sings out, emanating from the speakers as Sukuna looks around the colorfully dim room in search of some familiar faces. He grabs himself a drink while he makes his journey with no immediate goal in mind.

He spots Yuuji who was dressed as a human earthworm, a worm that’s built like a brick house, but nonetheless, still an earthworm. Honestly, he looked like a actual dickhead, but he can already hear Megumi’s disappointment if Sukuna decided to rile up the brat for fun. Yuuji was currently having a push-up contest in the middle of the room with Todo, who was dressed in female clothing resembling an idol. He would challenge them since he knows that he would beat both of them in a landslide, but he wants to be ready when Megumi arrives, so he promptly moves on.

As he goes to refill his drink, he hears Maki and Nobara giggling in the kitchen with their own special concoctions in their hands. They were in a private conversation, despite the ringing music and waves of people all over the house.

Nobara was wearing a tight lavender knit dress with a matching headband that can be found on top of her burnt orange-ish hair. An atrocious neon green scarf covers her neck. Meanwhile, Maki in all her buffed glory was wearing a neon orange sweater with a maroon pleated skirt. With her trademark purple glasses nestled on her scarred face.

Despite the loud personality of each of the pieces, it oddly cohesively worked together. This must be the Daphne and Velma that Nobara was talking about, a small voice supplied to Sukuna’s head. He greets them with a slight nod, and they respond by raising their drinks.

This city is a graveyard, I’m haunted by your love, the loud speakers blurt out as he traverses further through the scantily clad bodies in the party, he spots Kirara and Hikari on a couch, seemingly in their own world. Kirara was sitting directly on top of Hikari’s large lap, and they had each other’s tongues down their throats.

Hikari was wearing a tacky maroon satin robe with dark trims, his burly hairy chest out for the world to see. His usually fluffy colored hair slicked back topped off with a white captain’s hat. He also had… fluffy bunny slippers on. Is he dressed as a manchild? Sukuna thinks to himself as he nurses on his drink.

Kirara was wearing a tight red sleeveless bodysuit that hugged her figure while cinching her already tiny waist. She had sheer black stockings underneath that covered up her legs that disappeared into the blood red stilettos that she was rocking. She finished off this simple costume with a bowtie collar that just covered her neck, and a pair of red bunny ears that rested on top of her head, oh so delicately.

He would only find out later that Kirara and Hikari were dressed as Hugh Hefner and his favorite playboy bunny, but the reference was lost to him. Until Megumi later mentions one of Yuuji’s dirty magazines, suddenly familiar memories through the perspective of Yuuji flashed into Sukuna’s head. He shudders at the memory.

He observes them engaging in PDA for a few minutes, while he in turn daydreams about the world where Megumi will be as affectionate towards him in public as he is in private. Sukuna understands that there are certain social politics that come with dating a curse, and the King of Curses at that. He also doesn’t doubt Megumi’s genuine love for him, and he’s sure as hell knows that Megumi is constantly reminded of how much the curse loves him. Anyway, he would have this Megumi over no Megumi at all, so he patiently awaits for his boyfriend’s arrival.

After being subjected to several dance tracks that all seemingly talk about love or sex for a few minutes, he tries to distract himself from the bodies of people being intimate around him by finishing his drink, now he’s slightly buzzed, and all he can think about is his beloved boyfriend.

Sukuna shivers with anticipation throughout a good portion of the Halloween party, he spends the time guessing what Megumi's costume would be, instead of further indulging in human vices. Will he be a sexy nurse? Perhaps a delicate angel? A feisty kitten?

“Looks like our Megumi-chan has finally arrived!” a clearly inebriated Gojo, who was dressed as a slutty tragic clown announces to the busy room. 

Time seems to slow down as he finally sees Megumi quietly enter the party. Sukuna didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this. 

Instead of the burst of lust that he had prepared himself for, during the past week, all he could feel at this moment was pure love and awe.

Megumi was wearing a familiar light-colored kimono with dark blue edges that was slightly cinched at the waist, giving him a figure while retaining that comfortable and loose look. His face was half covered by a matching fluffy scarf that helped warm the boy up from the cold weather. However, there were also familiar ebony lines that run down his exposed skin that frames his face and figure better.

Megumi was dressed up as Sukuna in his traditional clothing. His Megumi was dressed up as HIM!

He is briefly reminded of the people that he used to know back when he was still a sorcerer. Although, they couldn’t compare to Megumi Fushiguro.

He finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from the boy, all he could feel was deep affection, seemingly enamored by the mere sight of his boyfriend. Megumi looked absolutely precious. He looked like a proper blessing that they used to sacrifice to a higher being, his blessing.

After greeting some of his friends, the shadows user glides his way over to Sukuna’s hulking figure.

“Do you like my costume, Kuna?” Megumi smiles at him so sweetly as if he hasn’t purged the lives of thousands. 

Sukuna wraps his hands around Megumi’s lean waist as he leans for a closer inspection, “Is this why you wanted to keep this a surprise, blessing?” 

Megumi stands on his tip toes as he places his soft lips near Sukuna’s ear, “There’s more surprises to come.” 

“Damn, Fushiguro, that sure is one ugly costume.” Yuuji loudly comments with a smug grin on his face, breaking the two from their sincere moment. But before Sukuna could loudly rebut, he is interrupted by a strange deep voice.

“Way to ruin the moment, you brat!” Megumi barks out a solid impersonation of Sukuna’s voice, to the absolute shock of everybody within the vicinity. Usually, Megumi disapproves whenever Sukuna and Yuuji bicker, often remaining impartial, so seeing Megumi explicitly side with him was a surprise to many.

“I assume that impersonation is the highest form of flattery, my love?” Sukuna lovingly looks down at his boyfriend who is still in his arms.

“Yes, now dance with me, you fool!” Megumi retains his impression of Sukuna as they make their way to the middle of the room.

Suddenly a vapid American pop song came on, and everyone cheered as they got lost in the music.

My neck, to die for...  

Megumi arches his back towards Sukuna as he plants his ass directly on Sukuna’s clothed crotch. Megumi’s dark emerald eyes ogle at him through his wispy thick eyelashes. Sukuna kisses his pale neck with fervor as Megumi leans back on him, not caring about the other presences in the room.

See Sukuna never properly understood how modern human dances worked, and based on his observations, it mostly involved writhing and grinding together, so he made an attempt to emulate what he had seen.

Despite how many sensual dance moves they do, Sukuna is conscious of the fact that they both look like absolute fools, but he couldn’t find himself to care with his favorite person in his arms. Typically reserved Megumi grinding on Sukuna while wearing a huge kimono that stifles any actual friction between them, and a thousand year old curse who’s still somewhat clueless about modern day practices.

However, after a few mistakes, they eventually find their rhythm. Bodies moving in synchronized motions, struggling to find that carnal pleasure through mere physical touch. Sukuna’s inevitable hardness found purchase in the base of Megumi’s clothed back.

My legs, to die for...

Sukuna sneaks a hand inside Megumi’s kimono, and to his surprise, Megumi gladly lets him. He caresses Megumi’s soft thighs as they dance together in sync. His large hands gradually slide closer to Megumi’s tight heat, only for him to feel a strange texture, something frilly. Realization suddenly hits as he realizes that Megumi was wearing something underneath. Sukuna could feel himself getting harder than usual, and with his current outfit, he doesn’t want to risk accidentally flashing some humans.

“Shhh, that’s the treat for later,” Megumi whispers to him with a knowing grin.

“Fuck, Gumi, you’re killing me.” Sukuna squeezes the boy by the waist, his pent up frustrations begging to be let out.

“That’s master to you, lowly curse.” Megumi deepens his voice again as he slips into his almost perfect impersonation again. “Now, get your king, something to drink!”

“Anything for the lovely wife of Sukuna-sama.” Sukuna plays along as he looks at Megumi with so much fondness.

But before he could quench the thirst out of his blessing’s delicate throat, a drunk Todo accidentally snags the tie of Megumi’s robe which in turn undresses Megumi in the middle of a crowded party, and it was like time had momentarily froze. “Shit! Sorry, Meg-”

I want someone who thinks I'm to diе for, the speakers bleed out as human silence starts to fill the room.

Everyone had stopped dancing to focus on the brand new unusual sight in the middle of the room. Instead of Megumi drowning in Sukuna’s kimono, they were met with the sight of Megumi in a tight powder blue lingerie that emphasizes his exposed flawless alabaster skin. Dark ebony lines trace his entire body mimicking Sukuna’s own marks, accentuating his slim figure. His skin lacked any marks nor body hair despite his years of dangerous experiences as a sorcerer.

My taste, to die for...  

His assumed to be bony ass was revealed to be perky especially for his slender body type, as it was hugged by the tight g-string which only barely covered his crotch area. Everybody was gawking at the skimpily dressed boy who usually lived in comfortable baggy clothing. Nobody expected the boy to have a banging figure like that, Lucky Sukuna.

My waist, to die for...

He could see Megumi with a mortified expression on his face as his wet eyes pleaded to Sukuna to help him. He quickly lunges over to Megumi trying his best to cover the boy with his bigger body. It’s apparently not enough as he sees in the corner of his eye, a random sorcerer lifting his phone up to seemingly take a picture of Megumi. He snaps his fingers which led to the sorcerer getting his hand cut off, his piercing scream gathering everyone’s attention away from Megumi’s figure.

Taking advantage of the sudden distraction, he immediately lifts Megumi up in a princess carry, as the shorter boy tucks his head between Sukuna’s chest in embarrassment. He teleports them into somewhere familiar, safe and private – his solo dorm room.

I want someone who thinks I’m to die for the sultry voice from the speakers looms as the uninvited sorcerer bleeds out into the ground, with Sukuna and Megumi nowhere to be found.

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Once they teleported into Sukuna’s dorm room, they both fell to the ground exasperated from what they just experienced, their gazes not breaking even once.

Once they finally get their bearings, they both laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of what just happened. They both look somewhat frazzled, yet all they could do is fond of each other’s presence. 

“See what happens when we try to do PDA.” Megumi gets comfortable on the ground as he comments. Megumi has his long legs spread open, his slim body partially covered by his now disheveled costume. 

“You know I don’t ever recall this being part of my outfit.” Sukuna playfully jests as he gives Megumi an exaggerated once-over. 

Gone is the prim and polished Megumi-sama, now only his Megumi in a kimono that’s two times his size, a flushed panting expression and his ruffled hair fluffier and spikier than ever. Sukuna rarely admits it, but the Megumi that he loves the most is the one that is the most vulnerable and quick to show all the facets of his emotions – often only showing up when they’re both alone.

Megumi giggles and plays along, “Yeah? Is this your way of admitting that you have always gone commando under that kimono?” Now the mutual fondness between them melting into insatiable lust.

“Well, you should always strive for authenticity and accuracy.”

Suddenly the tension in the room becomes palpable, gone are the teasing touches, and light flirtations. They are completely alone with no spectators, with the opportunity to be able to carnally enjoy each other without a second thought.

Megumi slowly takes off the kimono, more and more of his delicate alabaster skin showing. Breathtaking is all Sukuna could think of. Megumi was a sight to behold in all his glory, now that Sukuna can properly appreciate Megumi’s treat without the interference of others. 

It’s hard to describe Megumi’s beauty in simple broad adjectives, it feels wrong to just describe him as plainly as pretty or beautiful. The closest thing that could encapsulate the noirette’s appearance is through metaphors. Megumi has the type of beauty that, if utilized properly, has the sheer capability of becoming the catalyst for global wars, but his beauty didn’t stop there. He chuckles to himself, Megumi Fushiguro, his very own Helen of Troy as if he was a modern day Menelaus.

As much as he tries to deny it, there is a rare inherent goodness inside Megumi, which translates to the deep love and devotion that he has for the few that he lets into his heart. To put it simply, Megumi is to die for.

The powder blue lingerie looks absolutely gorgeous, and complements Megumi’s fair complexion. A lacy bra hugs his petite chest, creating an illusion that makes his chest look bigger. The matching garterbelt frames his slender thighs nicely as they make them look plush, enough to make him want to bite directly into it. 

He immediately notices Megumi’s erection poking out of the panty, begging for some form of release. Sukuna couldn’t help but lunge at the shadow’s user, the familiar instinct of insatiable bloodlust coming back to him.

His large tongue finds purchase in the familiar alcoves of Megumi’s mouth, his taste is irresistible. If Sukuna was a crueler man, and if his love for Megumi didn't eclipse his bloodlust, he would have long tasted the delicious flesh of his beloved. 

Sukuna briefly pulls back as Megumi whines from the sudden loss of pleasure. He stands up and rips off his own costume, his hard body exposed for his blessing to admire. He lifts Megumi from the floor, and he throws him on his bed. He towers over Megumi’s body akin to a tyrant claiming his victim, and that’s all that he is at this moment. A tyrant ready to dominate.

Megumi paws at his weeping erection, an unspoken question is in the air, please may I?  Sukuna adjusts himself, to let Megumi find the most comfortable position to properly suck his cock, as he makes a space between his thighs.

The sight of Megumi kneeling between his large thighs, reminds him of his devoted worshippers in front of an altar, as he visibly swallows in anticipation.

Beautifully ruffled strands of ebony hair are all that he could see as Megumi envelops his length into his pretty little mouth. Fuck, in all the centuries he has lived in this world, he has yet to find a pleasure as delightful as Megumi Fushiguro. 

Even with his new body, Sukuna still had a massive member, and he knew it. Megumi begins to breathe harder through his nose, his emerald eyes glassy, and shimmering. The boy works his cock like he’s on crunch time, abdomen, as the old great philosophers would once proclaim.

Sukuna takes no shame in the fact that he cannot last long in the intense pleasure inside the wet heat of Megumi’s mouth. Paired with the haunting vision of his blessing’s beloved face swallowing his member, Sukuna can’t last for more than a few minutes.

Making the best of the last few seconds before he’s going to explode, he grabs Megumi’s already ruffled hair, and forces his cock deeper inside Megumi’s throat. His barbaric tendencies briefly coming back as he violently fucks into the tight mouth as he finally explodes all over his blessing’s face, tears falling down his mesmerizing glazed emerald eyes.

“You’re so pretty when I’m all over your mouth.” He coos at the shadow user, as he gently gathers all his cum on Megumi’s face, only to scrape it all inside those slightly swollen pink lips as he shoves his large fingers inside – making sure that his blessing swallows all of him.

Now that his lust was tentatively satiated, all Sukuna wanted to do was to return the favor. He loved savoring his blessing in every type of way, from going down on him, to preparing his tight hole for penetration. 

While Sukuna did not doubt for a second that going down on Sukuna gave Megumi some form of pleasure, he desperately wanted to reciprocate. He loved the feeling of being the sole provider of Megumi’s pleasure, both publicly and privately.

Megumi often refused Sukuna’s offer of going down on him, much preferring to prepare himself alone. However, every now and then, Megumi would indulge him, and both of them would have a great time, so he doesn’t know why Megumi often refused him. Sukuna suspects that it stems from some displaced feeling of selflessness and insecurity, but that’s something to unpack on another time.

Right now, he’s going to try his luck. He manhandles Megumi, and flips both of them over. Megumi is now laying on the bed, spread eagle as Sukuna kneels before him.

“Megumi Fushiguro, please.” Sukuna pleads as if he was worshiping a God in an altar.

Megumi admittedly looks wary, but he gently nods his head in permission. Sukuna dives at the opportunity.

He gently and slowly takes off Megumi’s bra, his pink nipples exposed begging to be sucked on, but he just appreciates for a moment. Anticipation lingering in the air. Immediately, He roughly pulls off Megumi’s underwear, pushing the shadow user on his back. Megumi’s cock twitches in interest, at this sudden action. Megumi’s usual alabaster skin, now mixed with a beautiful rosy tint.

“Excited, blessing?” Sukuna smirks with a smug grin. He knows how Megumi has a preference for him to be rougher in bed.

Sukuna starts kissing Megumi, his rough kisses trailing down to his thighs. He is faced by Megumi’s member. This part of the boy is beautiful as his others, flushed pink, an impressive size especially for a human, and most importantly, weeping and begging for release. He manhandles Megumi’s thighs on top of his shoulders as he begins to swallow Megumi’s length.

Megumi had a sweet-ish after taste, which must have been from his typically healthy diet. Sukuna briefly becomes self-conscious as he hopes that he doesn’t taste like the garbage that he often consumes in his new body.

Megumi whines from the pleasure Sukuna is providing him, and in all honesty, the curse fucking preens from this vocal validation. See Sukuna was never a giver, being the King of Curses means you take, pillage, and force. But for Megumi? He’ll be absolutely anything for his blessing. 

As Megumi’s breathing and moans get louder, Sukuna inserts a finger laced with a fluid that stems from his cursed energy into Megumi’s tight heat. As the finger smoothly slid inside, Megumi’s wanton reactions intensified. 

Who knew Cursed Energy would make a good lube, his mind supplies to him as he services his blessing from the front and the back. His large fingers loosen up Megumi’s tight heat as he devours Megumi’s length.

“Kuna, please, I’m almost there!” Megumi begs as his whole body twitches in satisfaction.

Suddenly, Sukuna stands up on the bed and lifts Megumi up on top of his shoulders as he swallows all of Megumi’s load while not breaking eye contact. Megumi’s sweet-ish seed going down his throat, as the Shadows user sobs in absolute pleasure. In this world, this is the closest he’s going to get to fully consuming Megumi.

He lays them back down on the bed, both of them overexerted from foreplay alone. He closes his eyes just to catch his breath for a moment, preparing himself for the next round of ecstasy. Sukuna feels his cock weeping, begging to be satisfied yet again. He opens his eyes to Megumi ogling at his erection, Megumi seemed to have the same idea as him. He wonders, they’re both the same level of insatiable, maybe that’s what drew Sukuna to Megumi in the first place.

He shifts on top of Megumi’s body and captures Megumi’s lips in a kiss. The shadows user hums approvingly, as he brings a hand to the back of Sukuna’s head in order to deepen the kiss. Much to his own chagrin, Sukuna found himself whimpering from the sudden intensity coming from the boy.

He leans his forehead to Megumi’s own and whispers akin to a prayer, “You know that you are to die for, Megumi Fushiguro.”

“I love you too, Sukuna.” Megumi fondly stares at him, and responds with an unwavering devotion in his voice.

Sometimes Sukuna cannot fathom how somebody as perfect as Megumi could ever love a monster like him. A part of him feels like this love is undeserved, and that pain and suffering is just lurking around the corner. Sukuna admits that he’s undeniably in love for the very first time after spending centuries in this world, only now he has encountered love for himself. For now, he’s going to enjoy every single aspect of his time with Megumi as it is inevitably fleeting.

Their lips desperately find each other again, as their tongues find their way back to each of their throats. Sukuna positions himself in between Megumi’s thighs as his large hands squeeze Megumi’s ass as he spreads it open. Megumi’s arms wrap around Sukuna’s neck, forcing both of them to maintain their gazes between their faces.

Sukuna, after making sure that Megumi’s hole is loose and wet enough for entry, finally enters Megumi’s tight heat with an embarrassing grunt. Megumi lets out a sharp breath from Sukuna’s massive length entering his body. Fuck, if it was like their bodies were made for each other, an unspoken realization looms over the room. No matter how many times Sukuna finds himself inside Megumi, or just the mere act of pleasing Megumi, he has the long standing epiphany that he will never tire of this.

As Sukuna pounds into Megumi’s tight heat, all he could think is wanting to possess the boy. He briefly takes his eyes off Megumi’s face to watch his massive length disappear inch by inch inside Megumi’s slim body.

He notices Megumi’s aching cock begging for release, redder than its usual pinkish tone. Sukuna finds himself nearing his own release too. “Come for me, my blessing.” 

Their thrusts intensify as they chase their mutual release, Sukuna’s massive cock hitting Megumi’s prostate repeatedly, until both of them let out a sinful moan to announce their release. Megumi’s cum splatters on both of their chests, a literal painting of their love.

Sukuna cums inside Megumi’s tight heat, all thoughts go to a possibility where Megumi could bear their offsprings. A child, the most tangible and exemplified manifestation of their unconditional love for each other.

They spent the whole night exploring each other’s bodies repeatedly, from the bed to the floor to the walls and even the ceiling. Both of their gazes glazed over with nothing but love and lust, they enjoyed each other’s company thoroughly.

They lay in Sukuna’s bed in absolute exhaustion, with blissed out expressions. Sukuna’s arm acts as a temporary pillow for Megumi, as the shorter boy cuddles Sukuna. They both stare at the ceiling as they replenish their bearings from the intense pleasure that they both experienced.

“You know I never took a bride when I used to roam this earth.” Sukuna casually mentions as he adjusts his head to look at his boyfriend.

Emerald eyes flick up to meet his gaze, irritation burning inside them. “Why are you telling me this?” Sukuna bites back a smug grin.

“Let me finish, blessing.” Sukuna takes note of Megumi’s lingering irritation “I never understood love. All these centuries spent in this world, I never knew love. Not when I was a mere human, not when I was a powerful sorcerer, and definitely not when I was the King of Curses. Until, I met you.” He solemnly continues like a confession.

Sukuna notices how his hand eclipses Megumi’s as they hold each other tightly. The similar marks on their wrists, despite being temporary, fills him with so much love and warmth. “Megumi Fushiguro, will you marry me?” He finds himself blurting out, shocked at what just came out of his mouth. He wanted to give the blessing a grand gesture before asking, but it’s too late to back down now.

A long beat of silence, as nothing but their exhausted breathing fills the room.

Sukuna tries to peek at his reaction, and all he sees is how Megumi is looking at him with an unfamiliar surprised expression; piercing emerald eyes look at his very soul, he looks away in fear. A long-forgotten ice cold feeling crawls up his spine, anxiety and dread, something he hasn’t experienced in centuries. He has never felt more human than in this moment alone.

“I know you’re still young, and it’s a big commitment – but I can’t envision not spending more than a second of our limited time together not being yours. Life is fleeting, I know that first hand, but I need something tangible to remember you, us by.” Sukuna knows he’s mumbling, but he can’t help himself. The infamous King of Curses unraveled by the silence of a mere human sorcerer. 

“I need something to ground me when you’re gone. I see myself razing this world in your absence. Please Megumi say some-”

“Why did you save me back in Shibuya?” After years since that incident, Megumi finally asks him.

“I refuse to live in a world without you, Megumi.” He confesses like an undeniable truth.

“Kuna, I also think I don’t see myself living in a world without you.”

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The next day, Yuuji Itadori is suffering from an expected hangover, due to all his heavy drinking last night. He knew Todo’s parties tend to get wild, but something made him drink more than usual last night. 

He admittedly thinks about Megumi getting stripped in the middle of the room. In fact, he’s been thinking about it since it happened, and he can’t seem to stop. See Yuuji loves girls, tall girls with big butts in fact, but seeing Megumi in all his modelesque glory with a fat ass to boot? It does something to him that he’s not sure if he’s quite ready to unpack. That's one of his best friends, which makes him off limits plus he's a man which is typically far from his usual conquests.

Speaking of the devil, he spots Megumi, reading a book and sitting on Sukuna’s lap in the dorm’s shared living space. Megumi was wearing a baggy black t-shirt that’s presumably Sukuna’s as Megumi was drowning in it. Sukuna with his arms wrapped around Megumi’s slim waist like a child holding a teddy bear, also reads the book over the noirette’s shoulder. Yuuji hates to admit it, but they look good together.

“Oh, hey Megumi!” Yuuji waves at the shadows user with a reddish tint on his boyish face. “Last night was crazy! I never knew you had a body like that, anyway, just wanted to say that you look better without all the crazy Sukuna tattoos on.” Yuuji jests, trying to lighten the air from last night’s incident.

“Really? I think they suited me just right.” Megumi brushes a strand of his hair away from his face, his alabaster skin is free from any marks, all except for one ebony ring embedded on his ring finger.