#fushiguro : threads

[queer-artsy-lil-shit]

Jujustsu Kaisen - Girls in suits, boys in dresses _ Masterlist

Guys

Megumi

Itadori

Choso

Nanami

Kamo

Hakari

Yuta

Sukuna

Ijichi

Todo

Gojo

Geto

Inumaki

Higuruma

Yaga

Gals

Nobara

Maki

Mei mei

Rika

Yuki

Miwa

Momo

Mai

Kirara

Tsumiki

Shoko

Utahime

Silly

Mahito

Panda

I'll update this as I finish the drawings!!! (This is extremely self indulgent but I do hope ppl can appreciate the drawings, I've spent countless hours on jujutsu gaysen!! :D PLS reblog my art if you like it, please )

#robins art :) #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gals in suits boys in dresses thread #jujutsu gaysen #itadori yuuji #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen mei mei #ryomen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #nanami kento #kugisaki nobara #maki zenin #mai zenin #mahito #jujutsu kaisen miwa #momo nishimiya #geto suguru #utahime iori #kamo choso #yuta okkotsu #yuki tsukumo #inumaki toge #rika orimoto #tsumiki fushiguro #panda jjk #higuruma hiromi #noritoshi kamo

[battyrowan]

Stupid

I wrote a little sukufushi drabble because Stupid by Brendan Maclean inspired an urge for pining Sukuna.

Megumi is a serial monogamist. And Sukuna fucking hates it.

For 5 years he’s been pining for his little brother’s best friend. They met when Yuuji started dating Megumi freshman year. Sure, Sukuna thought he was cute—he was only 3 years older so it wasn’t weird—but he wasn’t enough of a dick that he would sabotage Yuuji’s relationship.

He resisted even considering the possibility of a relationship, just for his own sake.

They broke up in their senior year. But, it was too soon for him to move in on Yuuji’s ex-boyfriend that he had been harbouring an infatuation for. Megumi was still 17 too, so Sukuna would wait.

But then there was Noritoshi. Then Yuuta. Then Toge.

For every breakup, Sukuna is there to bear witness. Megumi and Yuuji remain best friends, meaning Sukuna knows all the painful details of Megumi’s tragic love life—all while aching to claim the beautiful boy as his own.

And maybe it is Sukuna’s own fault that he ends up here because every time there was a breakup, he waited for the right amount of time to pass. Except, Megumi didn’t.

Now he is with Noritoshi again, and it seems like it was going to stick this time. They moved in together after a few months, and Sukuna is ready to give up when they hit the one-year mark.

He’s waited five years, but he had to draw the line somewhere and finally let it go. Sukuna is ready to let go—until Megumi shows up at his and Yuuji’s apartment at 2 a.m. one night. Immediately he recognizes it: the face Megumi has every time he's just been broken up with. While his expression is steely, his damp lashes and watery blue eyes give him away.

“Yuuji’s at Junpei’s place,” Sukuna says when Megumi doesn't speak. There is an uncomfortable few moments of silence before he continues. “But, I’m here if you wanna talk.”

The other man wordlessly pushes past him, aggressively kicking off his shoes and leaving his coat haphazardly thrown on the floor. Sukuna sighs, picking it up while Megumi settles in on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face.

Megumi weeps quietly and Sukuna sits with him. Neither of them was overtly affectionate, but they sat close enough for their legs and shoulders to brush off one another.

“You can stay here tonight,” he offers because he isn't sure what else he can give in terms of comfort.

When Megumi lifts his head, he gazes at Sukuna with an intensity he hasn’t seen before. Something fierce, hungry and determined ignites in his eyes, making the older man’s stomach do somersaults.

“I’m tired of this,” Megumi says finally, leaving Sukuna perplexed. Tired of what?

There isn't a chance to ask before Megumi is in his lap, crashing their lips together, stealing Sukuna’s breath. It is what he had hoped for—had waited for—and he gets hopelessly lost in the kiss. Holding Megumi’s lithe frame, he devours the mouth he desired for so long.

But then, Sukuna’s stomach churns with fear. He pulls away reluctantly, allowing both of them to catch their breaths.

“I don’t want to be your rebound, Megumi.”

“You’re stupid,” Megumi snaps at him with a scowl.

“What?” He blinked.

“You’re so stupid. I have been giving you hints, I have tried to seduce you, I have been waiting and waiting every time I got dumped because of you,” Megumi growls at him. “You’re not a rebound.”

“Wait, how is you getting dumped my fault?” Sukuna snips back, frustrated because he's completely lost.

“Because every boyfriend I’ve ever had realized I was in love with you, idiot!” Sukuna is stunned into silence. However, he doesn't remain still long before he is lunging for Megumi’s mouth. No more words are needed as they join in a frenzy of lust and pent-up yearning. It is worth the wait.

Megumi is right. Sukuna is stupid and in love.

#sukufushi #jjk #sukuna x megumi #thread #fluff #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #jjk fanfic #skfs fanfic #sukufushi fanfic #skfs #jujutsu kaisen #modern au

[barrenstars]

@sozokami : closed starter for toji.

his lips are in a permanent scowl as he's carried against the man's hip, perched upon his arm as his little arms are wrapped around his neck. every time toji shifts a certain way one of the ears of the onesie his father forced him into flops in front of his face and little megumi blows it out the way, getting aggressive with it each time it happens. he wanted to wear his sweater, but no, he had to wear the cute bunny onesie. megumi didn't even like onesies, never mind this silly cute one. he wasn't even sure why or where his dad got it from.

it's not until they reach the grocery store that he's set carefully on his feet, stumbling a little since it took him and his dad five minutes to get megumi's feet into a pair of shoes, the material of the onesie that covered his feet being too thick. it required a lot of kicking down into his shoe as his dad pushed up and a lot of yelling between the two. still, he got his sneakers on, even if he wanted to rip them off and bounce them off his dad's head.

his first instinct is to run off towards an aisle he likes, but he's grabbed by the arm and his hand is snatched up before he can take three steps. scowling up at the much, much, taller man, megumi reluctantly squeezes his hand back. " i want carrot and ginger soup. " he speaks for the first time since being forced into the bunny onesie, stepping forward and attempting to drag his father to where he knows the vegetables are.

#MEGUMI. / threads #MEGUMI. / v. main #sozokami #sozokami: fushiguro toji #bunny onesie m.egumi in a grocery store with dad #it's in his top 5 worst daddy issues list

[shiiikigami]

“hey, i got something for you since i saw how upset you were that i bought itadori a shirt.”

(itadori's shirt)

"i don't know what to say..."

#i was immediately inspired #strawdxll #THANK YOU LMAOOOOOOOOO #not even a shitpost this happened #fushiguro : threads

[idyllicserendipity]

Tag drop~

#ﾐ Muse ;; FUSHIGURO YUME 彡 #ﾐ Muse ;; FUSHIGURO YUME ;; Threads 彡 #ﾐ Muse ;; FUSHIGURO YUME ;; Asks 彡 #(H-Her name means dream ;u;) #(And honestly she does feel like a faded one for both Toji and Megumi to me so TAT) #ﾐ Muse ;; FUSHIGURO YUME ;; Headcanons 彡

[chaoslulled]

punch / kick / dodge. over and over, until it's muscle memory. there's a bite to the motions –– muscles stretching and aching in good ways, ways that feel like they've been dormant for far too long.

he's fast, incredibly so, but @deiikara has good reflexes. her body moves fast along with his, fists clashing, and her cursed tool manages to sweep his feet out from under him. it's a rare moment. toji is rarely ever caught off guard, and a smirk curls up the scar on the edge of his lips.

getting back to his feet, he brushes off the dirt that clings to his pants. an impressed hum leaves his lips. " you're pretty good. maybe you aren't a failure after all. " reaches down / retrieves playful cloud. he spins it a few times to get a feel for the weight in his hands again, then squares back up. " that all you got, zen'in? "

#deiikara #cc. ❝ toji fushiguro ⧽ ❪ threads ❫

[soulsballad]

tag drop; jujutsu kaisen. ( p.3 )

#INO TAKUMA. / v. jujutsu kaisen #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / visuals #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / introspection #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / headcanon #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / aesthetic #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / answered #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / threads #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / desires #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / inspiration #FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. / v. jujutsu kaisen

[yookimi]

@parieha continued

there are many things that are 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 , talking about emotions is not one of those things for megumi fushiguro. partially raised by somebody who was more of a boy than a man, a part of megumi would blame it on gojo but he knows better , maybe he's not the best at talking about the emotions that carve their holes, make their memory like a blade : 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑅𝑃 , ˡᵉᵗʰᵃˡ . megumi feels the same absense of his heart when the emotion eats at him, gnaws at the fiber of his soul . 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 he masks his emotion easily , schools his face to be that stoney expression everybody knows him with but for whatever reason, it ' s different when it comes to itadori, the circumstances for his 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 of emotion having a different set of locks with itadori as the sole holder.

the idea of itadori worrying about him makes him UNEASY , he's never liked anybody to worry over him , always stubborn to push people away before they can get too close, 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 . a harvest of the soul. megumi resigns , frown narrowing into a flat line again ; rested . evergreen bounces from eye to eye , ꮪꭼꭺꭱꮯꮋꮖɴꮐ ; perhaps looking for what yujis eyes say . again , megumi refrains from arguing any, too aware of the stubborn nature they both take on when it comes to one another. a tilt of the lip, at the ege , the rare smile that makes an appearance . ❛ yeah -- yeah sure of course ❜ voice dropped , quiet here in the space they share. it takes a moment before he speaks again, contemplation made obvious by the way his eyebrows furrow. ❛ you do the same itadori - if you need - ❜ ( 𝒎𝒆 ) , pause , lowered speech , ❛ i'm right next door ❜

#wooo #𝟎𝟑 ... 𝐜𝐡. ⭒ . ⋆ ❄ ∘ ⑇ * ﹙megumi fushiguro﹚ ... ◞ #𝟎𝟓 ... 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ⭒ . ⋆ ❅ ⑇ * threads ... ◞ #they

[satoruxx]

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words summary: boyfriend!toji again, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, that obligatory sick fic, bickering, affectionate scolding, pet names, this is very self-indulgent !! rheya's note: had this written for so long and never posted it oops !! but yeah resident grump worrying over his fav what's new?

toji knows something is off as soon as he steps into his apartment. he comes to the conclusion almost immediately, because he isn’t greeted like he normally is when he comes home.

normally, he’ll push the door open and you’ll trip over yourself as you stand from the couch, a giddy smile on your face as you jump into his arms. and being the asshole that he is, toji never hesitates to grumble about it, clicking his tongue as he says things along the lines of “dammit kid one day i won’t catch you” or “jeez baby let me get in the house” or something similar. but despite all that his hands will still be attached to you, rubbing your back as he smothers an amused chuckle against your hair.

but not today. today he’s greeted by quiet and emptiness—a clear lack of you. he had opened the door ready to catch you in his arms, but all he can do is raise a brow at the silence. as much as he normally complains about it, this absence makes his gut churn. he pushes all that aside, more concerned than anything as he drops his jacket onto the couch and heads for the bedroom.

toji is nothing if not observant, paranoid as his eyes dart from corner to corner of the small apartment. it’s ingrained into him—this fear that his past will come back to haunt him and take you away in the most brutal way imaginable. but he tries to ignore that, continuing to head down the hall until he pushes the bedroom door open.

his shoulders drop in relief, seeing you laying on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, and he lets out a sigh. he sees you shift a little, signaling that you’re awake, so he takes a few steps forward.

toji climbs onto the bed and lays down next to you, dropping a heavy arm over your back. “what’s wrong?”

“don’t feel good,” you answer back. toji’s brows furrow, and he manages to push his free palm against your forehead. heat pulses against his skin, and his frown deepens.

“the fuck did you do to yourself?” he asks, not unkindly but still stern—you can only glare at him hazily.

“it’s not my fault!”

“uh huh,” toji rolls his eyes, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing it back from your forehead. “so me telling you to put some layers on when you go out in the cold has nothing to do with this?”

you huff, face heating under his pointed stare, and all you can do is shove his hand away, before pathetically burying your face into the sheets again. “shut up.”

“don’t be a brat.” toji lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head indulgently. “it’s your fault for not listening to me.”

“if you’re just gonna lecture me, go away,” you complain, cheek pressed into the pillow. toji snorts, though his hand rubs what you assume to be soothing circles on your back.

“who’s gonna make sure your dumbass doesn’t get into more trouble?”

another indignant huff, and toji only chuckles. “alright c’mon kid. let’s get you in better shape, yeah?” he grunts, looping his arm around your waist and tugging you up. you immediately protest, whining out a plethora of curses attached to his name, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, alright shut up.”

he maneuvers your body into sitting position, leaning you up against the pillows and pulling the blankets up with furrowed brows—meticulous in a way that he is only with very few things.

“you eat anything today?” he asks, still fussing over the blankets, and you gulp quietly. one look and toji’s frown grows deeper. “kid.” the word comes out stressed, like a scolding, and you wince.

“i didn’t feel like it,” you groan, trying not to wilt under his pointed glare.

“don’t care,” he huffs. “your body needs energy, stupid.”

“rude,” you mutter, crossing your arms and toji rolls his eyes.

“whine all you want—“ he stands up, rolling his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. “—still gonna make you eat something. soup okay?”

you don’t want to admit how tempting it sounds, so with an unrelenting amount of stubbornness you glare at him. “fine.”

his lips quirk upward into a smug little grin, and you try to refrain from throwing something at him. he pats your leg. “alright.”

he heads into the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. you hear the occasional sounds of cooking and utensils and before long, the comforting smell of soup wafts through the apartment. you try not to show toji how your mouth is watering when he walks back in, a bowl in his palm.

“here,” he grunts, propping a knee onto the bed that dips under his weight. “eat up, doll.”

you sigh, already hating the feeling of the cool sheets when you move even slightly to reach for it.

“you gonna make me spoon feed you?” toji’s brow quirks—smug, and obviously amused.

“i can do it myself thank you—” you try to take the bowl from him with a glare but he raises it out of your reach and clicks his tongue.

“will y’just let me do this one thing for you, jeez,” he complains, glaring down his nose at you.

you cross your arms with a huff, tone going slightly apologetic. “i feel bad—”

“why the fuck do you feel bad?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowed and confused and caught off guard like you’ve said the most out of pocket thing.

“because—” you stress, throwing your hands up miserably. “you were out on these crazy missions—probably tired as hell. and instead of relaxing you have to come home and take care of me because i was too stupid to look after myself.”

toji groans, putting the bowl on the bedside table before sitting on the bed completely. “kid,” he says emphatically, taking your face in his palms firmly. “how many times do i need to tell you this? i don’t mind lookin’ out for you.”

“yeah but—”

“no shut up,” he snaps, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “you always worry about bothering me or inconveniencing me or some other crap like that. i’m telling you—don’t.”

his thumbs gently press into the apples of your cheeks, and your lips part under his pointed gaze.

“i like doin’ shit for you, okay? ‘n takin’ care of you when you’re sick? that’s nothing.” his lips tug into a lopsided smirk. “who else is gonna look out for you anyway?”

you purse your lips, throat going tight because toji rarely talks like this—so honestly open. and though you’re sure that many people out there would say he’s harsh and mean and not good for you, it’s things like this that prove how wrong they are.

“what’s wrong? did i break your brain?” toji asks, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your head, and you huff out a laugh, pushing his arm away.

“shut up,” you mutter, falling into his chest heavily. he chuckles, low and throaty as he pats your back.

“you up for eating now?” you can feel him reaching for the bowl, and you smile against him, pressing your face further into his warmth because toji will always be nothing but safe for you.

“in a minute,” you answer, looping your arms around his waist. he sighs, shaking his head but he doesn’t say anything else.

but you think you can feel him smile against your hair as he drops a chaste kiss to your forehead—you don’t tell him that though.

#jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader #zenin toji x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fluff #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji zenin x reader #toji zenin x you #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #toji drabbles #jjk headcanons

[sorcerkill]

cries  of  the  infant,  one  which  he  kept  laying  'pon  chest,  fragile  little  thing  and  a  hesitation  to  place  any  sort  of  comfort  to  settle  the  wails  of  his  son. the  experience  of  parenthood  was  a  stark  contrast  to  the  violence,  bloodshed,  and  death  he  encountered  in  his  line  of  work,  which  made  it  all  the  more  foreign  to  him. how  can  someone  like  him  ever  be  good  at  this  sort  of  new  thing?  one  that  he  had  created  alongside  @feyras ,  a  pregnancy  that  caught  him  off  guard,  a  dwelling  that  lingered  within  the  inner  pit  of  his  stomach. countless  thoughts  plagued  'pon  mind  of 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘙 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘙,  the  self-doubt  of  ever  being  a  caring  father. The  affection  he  was  receiving  now  was  something  he  had  never  experienced  as  a  child. the  traditions  of  the  zen'in  clan  household  were  like  a  ghost  that  he  couldn't  shake  off,  haunting  him  day  and  night. he  was  a  product  of  their  making. yet  now  ----  what  is  he  supposed  to  do?    a  grimace  frontal  expression,  a  clutch  of  ivories  behind  pursed  lips,  leaving  a  singular  index  finger  on  the  back  of  megumi  fushiguro. a  name  that  he  had  given  to  him  when  he  was  born. ❛       when  is  your  mother  coming  home?    ❜  he  uttered  groaning,  shifting  his  body  gently  on  the  living  room  couch. soothing  megumi's  back  with  a  stroke  of  his  index  finger,  and  the  wails  slowly  subsided. a  parental  touch  of  the  father  figure  was  his  son  need. 

#feyras #╰ * THREAD 000 : feyras ⧽ kazumi fushiguro. #╰ * OPEN WORLD : FUSHIGURO HOUSEHOLD ⧽ alternate . #me adding a verse for the daily lives of the famil because feels #me on my knees thanking you for bringing back the wifey

[awearywritersworld]

poker night — fushiguro toji x reader

warnings: unprotected sex. implied age gap. pet names (pretty girl/baby/sweet heart). "daddy". creampie. sub par writing.

mdni.

toji shows up early to poker night, an event your father hosts once every week, when he hears you're home after graduating from university.

he's exceptionally pleased when you answer the door in nothing more than a thin tank top and tiny pajama shorts, inviting him inside even though your father isn't home yet.

he makes himself comfortable on your living room couch, his broad frame and long legs taking up an impressive amount of space.

"so, you find yourself a boyfriend yet, pretty girl?"

your cheeks grow warm and you struggle to meet his eye. you've had a crush on toji for as long as you can remember, but he would never actually be interested in you... right?

"not yet," you answer, biting your bottom lip nervously. "most of the boys at school seem a little clueless when it comes to girls."

"that so?" he questions, eyes unabashedly trailing over your body. "maybe you should find yourself a man instead."

you're ashamed how quickly you wind up on your back, toji's cock greedily stretching out your pussy. really, it's almost pathetic— he didn't even have to work for it.

"f-feels s'good, daddy," you whimper, your hand clutching his bicep.

"oh, that's just wrong sweetheart," he chuckles, gripping your hips so harshly you're positive he'll leave marks. "you wan' me to be your daddy? hm?"

it is wrong. it's wrong and it's unforgivable and he loves it. why else would he be fucking you on the very same table he'll be sitting at tonight, playing poker with your father and their friends?

you nod weakly and his lips twist into a sly smirk.

lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he uses the opportunity to land a smack to your ass. "words, baby."

"yes, ple—" you gasp sharply when he readjusts his angle, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing steady circles there.

"what was that? couldn't hear you."

"yes, toji! wanna be yours. please."

you don't have to ask him twice, not when your pretty little pussy is the best he's ever had. no one else even comes close.

his fingers thread through yours, an uncharacteristically soft gesture. "you are, sweetheart. all mine."

he feels you clench around him in response, and the sensation pulls an absolutely sinful noise from his throat.

you're so painfully close to your release that your eyes grow teary and your head lolls to the side.

"tch, i don't think so sweet girl," he chides, grabbing your chin roughly and turning your gaze back to him. "wanna see that pretty face while i fuck you."

you cum on his cock four times before he's decided you've had enough. he makes you beg him to fill you up, even though there's nothing he wants more than to see his cum spill from your cute little hole.

the two of you fall into a simple routine after that afternoon and for three whole months, no one has any idea that you spend most of your nights wrapped around toji's cock.

that is, until you interrupt poker night when the men sitting around the table have all had one too many drinks.

"hey, daddy?" you question, planning to ask your father if he knows where your mother is.

but before he has a chance to reply, toji speaks up. "yes, baby?"

#brrrrrrrrrr #been thinking about this for a while #m!writes!smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #toji imagines #toji fushiguro imagines

[queer-artsy-lil-shit]

Someone else picked the dress for him 🥲 (and he looks great in it)

#robins art :) #gals in suits boys in dresses thread #jjk #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[battyrowan]

Teacher's Pet

A SukuFushi thread that was inspired by the new Gossip Girl with teacher Megumi and student Sukuna. This led to me writing my fic Mind My Wicked Words.

Sukuna is a student trying to seduce his teacher. Megumi is a teacher just trying to make it through the school year.

“Can I help you, Ryoumen-kun?” Megumi sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes with visible frustration.

“No need to be so formal, teach,” his student replied, sitting across from him with a cocky smirk. Sukuna propped his head up with his fist and leaned over the table. “How was your day, Megumi?”

“Do not call me that,” Megumi scowled at the boy. “It’s Fushiguro-sensei.”

He wasn’t sure how or when Ryoumen Sukuna found out about his favourite cafe, one he frequented to read or mark student papers in the evening, but it was troublesome.

Megumi would never pursue a student, least of all one as unruly and disrespectful as Sukuna, but never did he imagine a student pursuing him.

“We’re not at school,” Sukuna purred daring to reach over and brush his fingertips over Megumi’s knuckle. “How was your day, Megumi?”

He knows he should pull away, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t remember when he stopped trying to pull away. The student had been flirting with him since the first day of his senior year, but things began to escalate the moment Sukuna turned 18.

That’s when it started happening: late-night coffee, 3 times a week, far from school and in a dark corner of a cafe that saw very few customers. For 3 months now they had been doing this.

“Hell,” Megumi begrudgingly answered, putting his glasses back on and relaxing his hand under Sukuna’s feather-light touch. “I have this veeeeery annoying student in my senior English class who decided to make lewd comments during my lesson.”

“C’mon, you thought it was funny,” Sukuna said with a cute and cheeky grin. Megumi couldn’t deny it, the student was handsome, no longer baby-faced and quickly looking more and more like a full-grown man every day. But, Megumi wouldn’t indulge his perverse thoughts.

“It wasn’t funny.” It was a little funny, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“Y’know, if you’re feeling frustrated, you could take it out on me,” Sukuna said in a low voice, boldly moving his hand to cover Megumi’s.

“I don’t fuck my students,” the teacher responded bluntly, though he didn’t move his hand. Mentally, he was kicking himself. He should move his hand. He’s 8 years older than Sukuna. He’s a fucking student.

“That’s okay, I can top,” Sukuna has the audacity to say with a smug grin as he traced slow circles on the back of his teacher’s hand.

“Sukuna,” Megumi shot back with a warning tone. “I could lose my job.”

And that’s what this was about. It wasn’t about Megumi not wanting to. At this point, it was a matter of resisting a life-ruining temptation. He wanted to tear Sukuna’s stupid leather jacket off and punish him for every disruption he’s ever made in his classroom.

It was infuriating that he wasn’t born even just a year earlier, though preferably earlier than that.

“I’m sorry, I know,” the student replied, his grin falling into a sad smile. Rather than continuing to draw patterns on his skin, Sukuna laced their fingers together instead.

They usually ended up here. Every time, Sukuna broke down Megumi’s moral compass and they would exchange lingering touches or hold hands.

Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to their coffee dates. They talked like themselves and not their societal roles, sat together quietly, or sometimes Sukuna helped grade tests from Megumi’s freshmen class.

"3 more weeks,” Sukuna said, breaking the silence of the tender moment.

“3 more weeks,” Megumi repeated, squeezing Sukuna’s hand.

They were both counting down the days until graduation.

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[barrenstars]

brows furrow as he eyes @diaboelic, green hues flickering between the bandages ieiri-san had wrapped around the man's few injuries. he was lucky she was close by and was able to heal him in time before he died, megumi had so many questions. but he doesn't want to ask anything, he doesn't want to speak. he's scared for some reason. even so, his lips form a pout as he observes the much bigger man, gaze lingering on his scar. " are you a zen'in or something? that old man seemed scared when you showed up. "

starter call!

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[shiiikigami]

you don’t show your love and care by putting what you love behind a fence (geto to megumi)

the boy had his back to him, staring off at nothing in particular as if he wasn't listening. he was. he was always listening, even when his stare seemed to be vast distances from here. he turned to finally look at him over his shoulder, blue eyes landing on his father figure.

"i don't know how to show or feel it any other way."

#fableofaesop #fushiguro : threads #8)

[chaoslulled]

tag drop 009.

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