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Watching Yuuji’s oldest brother pass through the entryway feels like watching a guillotine walk into the room. Something deep-rooted in Megumi knows not to let Sukuna near his neck.
Sukuna strides across the parlor as if with tunnel vision and shoves Yuuji so hard he flips backwards over the armrest of the couch. Only after laughing at Yuuji’s yelp does Sukuna notice Megumi. His initial, unimpressed eyebrow raise lowers at the same time his lips part, his attention sharpening, and Megumi’s palms start to sweat.
It’s not the first time Megumi has been to their house. It is the first time either of Yuuji’s brothers have been home.
“Who the fuck is this?” Sukuna asks, jutting his chin at Megumi while Yuuji stretches out on the cushion, unbothered. Megumi is bothered enough for them both. He planned on being polite to Yuuji’s family but Sukuna’s stare makes him feel like sharkbait, so he meets it with a glower.
“My friend, Megumi Fushiguro. We play soccer together.”
“Megumi?” Sukuna repeats slowly, very obviously eying him up and down. He combs back his hair with his fingers. “You a girl?”
“Do I look like a fucking girl?” Megumi snaps, scowling. There’s a certain type of guy that always asks but usually he can beat those guys up. Usually, those guys aren’t two heads taller than him. Usually, one glance from those guys doesn’t flip Megumi’s switch to flight.
Sukuna smirks. He tilts his head and works his jaw with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Yeah. Pretty like one.”
“Be nice to him!” Yuuji interrupts before Megumi can do something stupid and violent. If they didn’t look like the same person on opposite ends of puberty, he wouldn’t believe Yuuji and Sukuna were related. Yuuji rolls off the couch and grabs him by the sleeve. “Don’t take him seriously, he’s a dick to everyone. That’s, like, his default setting. Let's just go to my room.”
“Bye, Megumi,” Sukuna sing-songs. Megumi flips him off. He grits his teeth and lets Yuuji guide him across the room and through the archway, unnerved as he is annoyed. What a creep. He’s used to ignoring the feeling of someone’s eyes drilling holes into the back of his head (he lives with Toji), but Sukuna’s gaze seems to follow them all the way down the hall.
Surrendering to his self-preservation instinct, Megumi checks over his shoulder. Sukuna isn’t there.
