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I miss crack ships tbh—-like, gimme something truly unhinged and take me on a journey

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I really wish I could finish current projects faster 😵‍💫 My one and only already 18k+ slow burn is sitting on the back burner STARING AT ME from ao3 👀🥶

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OMG THATS SO SWEET TO HEAR 😭💖

Exactly! ^^

I love comments anywhere!—but I’d say the last post ones are chef’s kiss 👌🏼 like a little final impressions panel 😭😂

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I’m legitimately worried about not getting the same amount of engagement on here that I do on Twitter after I finish moving everything over

Eli you can’t be doing this to me 😭😭

Absolutely, he’s such a snarky princess, you draw him so perfectly like how?? 🥹💕😂

His arm in his kimono— 😭💕 so sassy, so wifey honestly

(To be continued!! ✌️ I love feedback 💝)

Tossing it back with a slight overhand.

Megumi must’ve caught it, because suddenly he’s standing up with a clipped “thanks” and slipping past to change in the en suite bathroom. Sukuna watches him leave, gold lace weaved up his back and coasting over his shoulders. (27)

Surprise has Sukuna almost spinning around, but his body holds still. He blinks a few times and his jaw drops while he processes.

Then, it clicks that Megumi might interpret the lack of response as denial—so he quickly snaps his mouth shut and pulls the shirt over his head, (26)

shoulder. “Megs?”

Megumi hesitates for one more second, then drops his gaze to the carpet and mumbles, “It’s stupid.”

/Huh?/

Sukuna laughs lightly, despite the confusion. “C’mon, Fushiguro, spit it out.”

“I kinda…I kinda wanna wear your shirt.” (25)

He turns once again, stepping towards the bedroom’s open closet as Megumi finishes slipping the shorts on behind him. A tattooed hand skims across the shirts Megumi has hanging up.

“What would you like up top?”

Silence has Sukuna turning his head without looking over his (24)

One side is slipped to the calf before Megumi’s other foot is placed beside its twin. Sukuna slides the shorts just above Megumi’s knees and watches goosebumps cover everywhere his fingers touch.

Megumi shifts slightly and Sukuna seems to snap out of it. (23)

and pressing the ball of Megumi’s foot to his own broad chest.

A moment passes as Sukuna bunches up one of the shorts’ legs, but Megumi makes no move to rush him or do it himself. This time, the silence feels comfortable and he relaxes in it while Sukuna busies himself. (22)

Then, Sukuna does something stupid. He can offer no explanation for his actions, his body simply moves before reason could catch up.

He finds himself sinking back to his knees in front of Megumi, gently lifting a pale ankle (21)

“Do you,” he starts, but takes a second to find footing, “do you want to change into anything?”

Megumi blinks to clear his mind, “Yes. Um, could you grab me some pajama pants? Dresser, second drawer.”

Sukuna’s head dips in a nod and Megumi scoots to sit on edge of the bed. (20)

Megumi feels his face engulf in flames as his voice cracks slightly in pitch, “This is a /bit/ different, don’t you think?”

A pause. “Yeah…it is.”

Even the dust motes in the air seem to freeze in suspended animation. Then, Sukuna’s forced cough breaks the tension. (19)

“I’m so sorry!” Megumi is quick with the apology, “I wasn’t, I didn’t mean t—”

Sukuna waves it off adamantly as he stands and faces away, his voice airy and teasing—if a bit breathless.

“Not like I haven’t seen you shirtless, Megs,” he chuckles. (18)

to be the reason he’s dressed up like that…

Instead, that belongs to the bastard who wastes all of of what Megumi offers him.

Sukuna’s wide eyes seem to suddenly jog Megumi’s memory and he rushes to cover himself, gripping the blanket tight to his chest. (17)

It’s obvious what Megumi had been planning, anticipating. Offering.

Sukuna’s brain disconnects for a moment—just completely bluescreens. His only thoughts are of how /pretty/ Megumi looks like this.

That, and a vague, half-stamped-down wondering of what it must feel like (16)

Delicate gold lace decorates his porcelain skin, criss-crossing over his body on elastic bands, pressing slight indentations into his pecs and wrapping around his waist.

The patterns continue over his hips, then disappear beneath the rest of the blanket. (15)

to gently lay a hand on Sukuna’s tense forearm, “You alright?”

Immediately, the tension dissipates, as if it switched off only at Megumi’s touch.

The younger man finally sits up straight and when the spare blanket falls, it shows the reason he wasn’t under the covers. (14)

Sukuna had balled his free hand so tightly in the fabric of his sweatpants that it’d torn the fabric.

The man is so furious he can’t speak and the silence concerns Megumi enough to push up on an elbow.

“…Ryo?”

When the silence holds, he reaches (13)

It’s not an accusation, but Megumi’s eyes dart to the side. “Didn’t know he was gonna have to cancel.”

“He got a call in the middle of it?”

“No, he…just forgot to tell me he couldn’t make it.”

The sound of cloth ripping cuts through the silence following that statement. (12)

He keeps his tone soft and the volume quiet.

“Thought you said it was date night.”

“It was.”

Megumi sounds the smallest he’s ever been and Sukuna hides the silent rage building in his chest.

“Why’d you wait so long to text me? You know I would’ve been here just as fast.” (11)

Sukuna finds the noiret wrapped tight in a blanket, laying on top of the covers. He drops down from his considerable height to sit on his heels next to the bed and reaches his hand out to touch Megumi’s.

He’s seen Megumi like this enough times to knows what happened. (10)

kicking off his shoes, tossing his keys and wallet on the floor and calling out loudly, “Megumi!! What happened?? Where are you??” His attempts to stamp down his panic are failing miserably.

After a momentary pause, Megumi pushes out a response, “m’fine—bedroom.” (9)

Sukuna’s in his car in 3 minutes flat. Just a “10, I’ll be there” flashes across Megumi’s screen. He shoots back “doors open” before setting his phone back down and curling up tighter in a ball on his and Nayoa’s bed.

As soon as Sukuna gets in the door, he’s locking it, (8)