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Sukuna’s always been rather...strange.
Megumi knows that. He’s always known that. It’s part of what makes Sukuna so interesting, and rather fun to be around.
But this streaming stuff, Megumi never really understood that.
He doesn’t try. He knows that a couple times a week, Sukuna goes into his ‘office’ and loudly plays video games for a few hours, and Megumi normally goes out or puts on headphones to ignore it.
Sukuna’s asked him a couple times to be on stream with him, but Megumi always gives him the same answer.
A firm and solid no. Megumi had no interest in being on camera.
Megumi hovers near the door of Sukuna’s study, wringing his hands together. He’s left his newest book there earlier when he was getting something, but he can’t just walk in. Sukuna’s streaming.
It doesn’t really matter how many times Sukuna tells him it’s okay if Megumi shows up, or needs to get something quickly. Apparently, Sukuna’s followers like seeing him there.
Megumi just can’t bring himself too though.
He rubs the back of his neck, sighing lightly as he leans against the door. Sukuna’s playing some game, and apparently he’s not playing it well from how many times he’s cursing and yelling at the people in chat.
Megumi might just duck in for a second. Sukuna won’t mind, right? Megumi can sneak through and get his book and be out before anyone even notices. The people watching the streams watch Sukuna anyway, right? They won’t be paying attention to the background.
Resolving himself, Megumi takes a breath, and slowly opens the door.
Hunching his shoulders, Megumi creeps through the room, spotting his book resting on the other side of Sukuna’s desk. Sukuna’s got his gaming headset on, so he doesn’t notice Megumi’s quiet entrance.
Megumi snatches the book, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he holds it in his hands. At the same time he grabs it, Sukuna looks over at one of his many—really who needs three screens for gaming? —and turns to look at Megumi.
“Hey, baby,” he greets with a smile, like Megumi didn’t hear him just yelling at the game ten minutes ago. “Need something?”
Megumi glances at the screens, but there’s too much going on for him to figure out what Sukuna’s doing. He shows the book to Sukuna, hoping he’s not being recorded.
“I forgot my book,” he explains quickly.
Sukuna chuckles, reaching out to grab his hand. “Want to stay for a minute? Everyone keeps asking when you’re going to play a game with me.”
Megumi’s head tilts to the side. Everyone? He can’t imagine that everyone who follows Sukuna wants to see him as well. Sukuna’s thumb brushes the inside of his wrist, over his pulse point.
“I’m good,” Megumi says softly. “Are you having fun? I heard yelling.”
Ping ping ping goes the chat on one of the screens, with messages too quick for Megumi to make out. Most of them look like the little wolf emoji or people repeating ‘lol’ over and over again.
Sukuna’s face twists for a moment. “It’s fine, it’d be better if you were here.”
Megumi flushes at that. He doesn’t normally go anywhere near Sukuna’s streams, but Sukuna looks so endeared, ready to have him there, that Megumi finds himself tentatively sitting in the seat next to Sukuna, which has always been there for him or when Sukuna’s friends come to stream with him.
“I can sit with you while you play,” Megumi says, opening his book to the last page he left off on.
Sukuna gives him that award winning smile, the kind that made him popular on streams in the first place, and even though Megumi hates the idea of being on camera, he finds that this is at least a little okay.
Megumi plays games on his laptop, and really Sukuna doesn’t get how he manages it.
The graphics are horrible, it lags, sometimes Megumi needs to wait an hour just for the game to load. But he never asks to play on Sukuna’s gaming setup, or even let Sukuna buy him a new laptop.
Really, it’s a shame that Megumi’s wasting such good looks on a crummy laptop without a second thought towards what he’s doing.
He really needs to convince Megumi to start playing games with him more often. There are a few games Sukuna’s sure Megumi would like. But then again, he’s not sure that he wants to share Megumi with the world.
But he likes to think it’d be nice to share this with Megumi.
He just has to approach it in the right way.
“Alright fuckers, we’re gonna play DOOM tonight.”
The chat opens. Sukuna ignores it for the most part. He’s managed to convince Megumi’s friend Nobara to moderate the stream, partly because she seems like the kind of person who won’t hesitate to ban people if they cross a line.
However she does tend to ban people if they insult her, so it’s a trade off. No one else will do it in exchange for Sukuna convincing Megumi to convince his cousin Maki to take Nobara on a date.
Yeah, that wasn’t confusing at all. Sukuna’s totally gonna be able to manage that.
Nobara’s the only one with colored text though, so her messages are easier for Sukuna to catch as he plays. He doesn’t normally comment when she calls someone out, but sometimes she’ll address him in comments, so he tries to pay a little attention.
He blows the head off a demon and glances at the chat. Everyone’s wondering if Megumi’s going to make an appearance again, at least until Nobara posts a new message.
Queen Mod Nobara: hey bitch when is my date
Ah, right, the date. Sukuna coughs awkwardly, ignoring the bright pink text. He shoots the head off another demon.
Queen Mod Nobara: DON’T IGNORE ME BITCH YOU PROMISED ME A DATE
“I promised a date. I didn’t promise when you would get a date. Why don’t you ask Maki yourself?” Sukuna shoots back blandly, not pausing his game.
He gets a couple more subscribers when he goes back and forth with Nobara, plus it’s fun.
Queen Mod Nobara: I want to torture u on a double date tho
A snort leaves Sukuna’s lips at that. “Good fucking luck, Megumi hates double dates.”
The chat goes silent, for one of the first times since Sukuna started getting popular. If there’s one thing they learned from Nobara, it’s not to challenge her.
Queen Mod Nobara: oh rly?
Ah, Sukuna gets the sensation that he’s fucked. He blows the head off another demon instead of replying to Nobara, which is already like admitting defeat.
From the other room, he hears Megumi’s phone ring the most obnoxious tune Sukuna’s ever had the misfortune of hearing. Only one person has that ringtone on Megumi’s phone.
“Nobara don’t you dare,” Sukuna threatens. “I’ll set Maki up with someone else, I fucking swear—”
“Hey Nobara,” Megumi greets. And fuck, if Sukuna can hear his voice, that means everyone else can too on the stream. “Yes, Maki is still my cousin. What kind of question is that?”
“—I’m going to tell Megumi to return your birthday present,” Sukuna continues.
It still doesn’t stop Nobara. Everyone else in the chat is laughing at him.
“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to date Maki. Yeah, we can double date, I guess. What time works best for you?”
Sukuna throws his head back with a groan, already wondering if he can convince Uraume to come back and moderate his streams as well as managing everything else for him.
The entire chat is laughing at him. Somehow it gets even worse when Megumi’s head pokes through his door, brows pinched in confusion, phone pressed against his ear.
“Nobara says to tell you right now that we’re going on a double date this weekend,” Megumi flatly says. Then he turns away, closing the door once more. “I told him, I told him. You don’t have to yell at me.”
Yeah, Uraume needs to come back and moderate his streams. Especially when he turns back and sees more hot pink writing waiting for him.
Queen Mod Nobara: Don’t fuck with me >:)
Megumi loves his job.
He loves his job.
If he says it enough times, maybe it won’t be a lie.
He gets home late, late enough that he picks up dinner for himself and Sukuna on the way home because he’s going to cook, and Sukuna streams tonight so he’ll be too distracted to cook. The last thing Megumi wants to do is spend his limited free time slaving over a stove.
But when he gets home, Sukuna’s already streaming, and the apartment is dark and rather cold, and Megumi wants nothing more than to cuddle with his boyfriend, not sit alone. Even Kuro and Shiro are tired, getting up to greet him and then eating their food when Megumi prepares it for him.
And he finds himself eating bad Chinese take out on the couch, so tired that he can’t even taste what he’s trying to eat, completely alone.
Even social media is too boring to keep his interest. Megumi messages a few friends, but the only one to reply ends up being Yuuji, probably bored at his own job. When not training, apparently there’s a lot of down time to being a fireman.
After a few back and forth messages, Yuuji calls him, giving away that he must be much more bored than Megumi originally thought.
“Hey dude, what’s up?” Yuuji asks, like Megumi’s called him and not the other way around. “Bored?”
A small sigh leaves his lips. Megumi sets aside his barely eaten carton of chow mein. It’s not something he’s going to be finishing any time soon.
“I’ve had a long day,” Megumi eventually answers.
The kind of long day where all he wants to do is curl up and forget that any of it actually happened. He’s been training to be a veterinarian for too long. It won’t be too much longer until he can work on his own, but until then he’s stuck doing the work he really doesn’t want to be doing.
Yuuji immediately seems to pick all of that up though. They’ve been friends for so long, Megumi can read him just as well as Yuuji can pick up his cues.
“Is Sukuna not there?” Yuuji asks after a moment.
Megumi glances at the closed study door. The light’s on, and if he’s quiet and turns the television off, he can hear Sukuna talking to his viewers.
On the other side of the line, Megumi hears a noise. “He’s gotta be there, he’s streaming right now. Is he playing Resident Evil?” Another pause. “Yeah, he is.”
Megumi resists every urge to throw the phone against the wall. He doesn’t want to think about how Sukuna’s there, not twenty feet away from him, paying more attention to his streams rather than himself.
It’s normally not a big deal. Megumi just wants to feel strong arms around him and have attention, and he’s not needy, is he? He doesn’t think he is. Sukuna asks so little from him in their relationship, he just wants a couple nights to stream.
“Dude, he’s not going to care if you go in there to spend time with him,” Yuuji says, snapping him from his thoughts. “He’d probably stop streaming if you asked him to, if he knew you were having a rough night.”
“I can’t do that,” Megumi protests. “It’s rude. He doesn’t want anyone to bug him when he streams and it’s just for tonight. I’ll feel better tomorrow.”
He would, until he could lay in bed and fall asleep and pretend that none of this day ever happened. He’d probably end up laying awake until Sukuna finished streaming, but that was beside the point.
“Then don’t ask him to! I bet if you just went in, he’d know something was wrong immediately. He’s your boyfriend, you come before his streams.”
Despite the fact that Sukuna made his money off it, and it was his career. It would be like if Sukuna showed up to his work, demanding attention like an oversized cat.
“Dude, just do it. If I stay on the phone, you’re gonna use it as an excuse not to talk to him. If he says no, call me back and I’ll kick his butt okay?”
Then, before Megumi could protest, Yuuji hung up the phone and left Megumi there, sitting on his couch and gaping at the blank screen.
He should just go to bed. Pack up the food and lay in the dark with Kuro and Shiro since Sukuna wasn’t there to cuddle with him. They would love the bed, considering the fact that since he moved in with Sukuna, they didn’t often get a chance to sleep on there with him anymore.
With a sigh, Megumi rises and gathers the food, haphazardly packing it together to throw into the fridge. It wouldn’t keep, but knowing himself and Sukuna, they probably wouldn’t feel like cooking tomorrow night either.
One last time, he passes by Sukuna’s office door, and he pauses. If he’s quiet, he can hear Sukuna complaining on stream, talking to his watchers about some giant lady and how if he wasn’t taken, he’d have a brand new type to look for. And Yuuji’s words echo in his head.
“You're his boyfriend. You should come before his streams.”
His day’s been so rough. If he has to put down another animal because the owner was too careless to take proper care of them, he’s pretty sure he’ll burst into tears.
He moves forward, and gently knocks on the door to Sukuna’s study before he looks inside.
Sukuna’s already turning towards the door, pulling his headphones down and telling his stream that he’ll be right back. Megumi can count on one hand the amount of times that he’s felt the need to interrupt Sukuna’s streams, so the fact that he’s even there is enough to get him a small concerned look.
“Hey, baby,” Sukuna says softly. “Are you alright?”
Sukuna’s always been able to tell. He’s always known when Megumi’s come home and had a rough day. This is simply the first time that he’s come home and Sukuna’s been streaming before they could talk about things.
He sets aside the controller, almost rising, but now that Megumi’s here, he’s already done what he felt like he couldn’t do in the first place, Megumi’s reservations fly out the window.
He doesn’t care that Sukuna’s streaming, and that they’re on camera and thousands of people are watching. Megumi walks further in, closing the door behind him and promptly plopping himself down in Sukuna’s lap.
“Rough day?” Sukuna asks softly in his ear. Megumi nods slowly, wrapping his arms around Sukuna’s shoulders, and then his legs around Sukuna’s middle.
It’s kind of awkward, Megumi presses against Sukuna’s chest, wrapping himself around his boyfriend like a koala bear. But Sukuna doesn’t seem to mind. A soft kiss presses against his forehead, and then quietly Sukuna rubs his back.
“Do you want me to stop and we can go lay down?” Sukuna murmurs quietly.
Megumi shakes his head no before Sukuna can even try to get up and move him around. He’s pretty sure that if he’s forced to move right now, he’ll actually die.
So Sukuna doesn’t. He doesn’t force him to move. Strong arms wrap around his middle, and Sukuna takes the controller in his hands again. Megumi can feel it pressing against his lower back, and he sighs contently as he presses his face against Sukuna’s neck.
“Alright fuckers, if I see one mean comment, I’m ending the stream early,” Sukuna threatens easily. Whatever he does see makes him laugh, and then the music for the same starts once more.
Megumi already feels close to drifting off. It’s the soothing balm of medicine after a long day. Something inside of Megumi eases.
“Let’s go fight some vampires.”
“Baby,” Sukuna tries.
No response, beside Megumi tightening his hands on his book, and the faintest of blush on his cheeks. So Sukuna knows at least that Megumi’s paying attention to him.
“Angel.”
Still no response.
Well, if anyone’s as stubborn as Megumi can be at times, it’s Sukuna. That’s how he got Megumi to agree on a date, by asking him over and over again until Megumi agreed.
“We can play any game you want,” Sukuna tries a different approach. “I don’t care. Everyone wants to see you again!”
Megumi’s eyes aren’t even moving back and forth on the book, so Sukuna knows he’s paying attention. He’s just being stubborn about it.
“I didn’t even do anything,” came Megumi’s eventual reply. “I sat and read my book while you played a game.”
So they were just going to ignore the way that Megumi crawled into his lap while he was live the other night? Sukuna thankfully knew better than to bring it up.
But wow, Megumi really didn’t get it. Sukuna was actually on his way to becoming popular with his streaming, they wanted to know about his personal life! At this point, Megumi was his elusive boyfriend that they weren’t truly sure existed.
“And now they want to see more of you! Come on, I want to do something special for getting a million subscribers. I’m finally verified online, baby I could make it big!”
He moves Megumi’s arms as he speaks, until he can push the others arms up and lay his head in Megumi’s lap. A frustrated sigh leaves his boyfriend, but he doesn’t force Sukuna to move. Which means that he’s already on his way to winning this battle.
“You’re already big,” Megumi comments, realizing his mistake a moment too late. “Fuck, do not—”
“Sweetheart, I know I’m hung but you don’t have to announce it to the whole world!”
Never before had getting a book slammed in his face had been so, so satisfying.
But it gave him the chance to grab the book so Megumi couldn’t pretend to ignore him anymore. With a resigned sigh, Megumi looks down at him, trying to look mad but failing miserably.
“I want to play Animal Crossing,” Megumi mutters after a second. “And you won’t ask me to do this again.”
That was the deal of a lifetime. After all, doing things with Megumi tends to be a slippery slope. He surges up, kissing Megumi sweetly before he starts planning in his mind.
He’ll make sure everything’s perfect, otherwise he’s not sure he can convince Megumi to do this again.
He buys another gaming chair just for Megumi, because if Megimi had his way, he’d bring a chair from the kitchen table and that would be enough. Sukuna’s got an image to uphold.
Everything’s set up though. Megumi’s copy of Animal Crossing is loaded and ready, the soft welcome music playing over the title screen. His boyfriend’s favorite villager walks across the screen, holding a net.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Sukuna asks, positioning the mic between them.
Megumi finally nods his head slightly, looking like this is the last place he really wants to be. “I can’t believe you got me to agree to this.”
Sukuna leans down, placing a kiss against Megumi’s lips softly. “You’re gonna be great, just relax.”
Sukuna reaches up to cup his cheeks for a second, a casual and intimate gesture, and Megumi finally seems to relax for a moment. Eventually, Sukuna pulls back, sitting down in his seat and starting the stream.
They won’t go for too long, not unless Megumi wants to. Just short and casual.
“So today we have a special guest because I have one million subscribers. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Megumi.”
He’s never seen Megumi look so awkward before. His boyfriend sits, with his hands folded in his lap, and eyes forward. He gives an awkward wave when Sukuna gestures to him, already picking up his joycon controllers for lack of anything better to do.
“Babe, what are we playing today?”
Megumi jolts a little in place, looking down at his hands and then the screen. “I was going to play Animal Crossing.”
Then, without giving Sukuna a chance to reply, he presses the button to start, and stares intently at the screen.
The chat goes wild. Megumi’s island is almost underdeveloped, wild weeds growing everywhere and no decorations besides a few random items that he’s got placed around. It’s always amusing when Sukuna goes to play on Megumi’s island.
He doesn’t ask to join just yet. Sukuna knows Megumi’s routine almost as well as his own in the game. So he sits, watching Megumi go around to each of his villagers to talk to them, saying his welcome for the day.
The chat has questions of course. Sukuna decides to entertain a few. “Hey, baby, do you know how many hours you’ve played this game?”
Megumi hums lightly. There’s a blue deer on the screen that’s been on Megumi’s island from the first days that Megumi got the game.
Very quickly, Megumi goes to his main screen to check, and very proudly everyone gets to see that he’s logged over eight hundred hours into his game.
“Nice,” Sukuna comments. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
He can ignore the chat for a moment. It doesn’t even matter, because this stream is his most watched one by a lot. Sukuna’s never gotten so many views on a single video, and the number keeps rising.
“It’s Molly’s birthday,” Megumi comments. “I got her a gift.”
And instead of doing that though, the entire chat gets to watch as Megumi spots a butterfly that he’s never seen before, and then spends the next ten minutes hunting it down and trying to catch it.
Everyone, including Sukuna, cheers when he catches it. Sukuna’s the only one who knows what he’s going to do next.
Sukuna’s never seen such outrage as he does right there in the chat as Megumi releases the butterfly that he just caught.
Grimm.x: Why???? bro
Kisira: omfg I hate this
holy_stealth: dude playing this game so wrong
Yeah, this is pretty great. He can’t wait for them to see what Megumi does when he spends the rest of the day fishing.
And that’s just what he does. After going and giving a present to a duck celebrating her birthday, Megumi goes to the river, where he fishes up too many fish to count, but releases them almost immediately.
“Hey sweetheart,” Sukuna says, deciding to entertain more of the chat. “They want to know if you ever played Stardew Valley.”
Megumi shakes his head no after a second. It’s a good game for him. He’d probably enjoy it as much as Animal Crossing.
“I’ll get it for you,” Sukuna promises. “If you want to play.”
For the first time since the stream started, Megumi gives him a smile, just the smallest of smiles, and that’s enough for him.
“Okay,” Megumi agrees after a second. “Nobara was telling me about another game, she called it an otome game? She said I should play it.”
A small chuckle left Sukuna’s lips. “Why play a game like that when you can date me in real life?”
“Because I’m dating you in real life,” Megumi shoots back.
Sukuna can’t bring himself to look at the chat. It’s going to be filled with nothing but insults to him, so he pretends it doesn’t even exist. They don’t need extra material to roast him on.
“You wound me, sweetheart!” Sukuna complains.
With a roll of his eyes, Megumi turns back to his game and moves on to fishing in the ocean instead of the rivers.
And Sukuna spends the entire rest of the stream commenting on what his boyfriend does, looking at Megumi with love struck eyes that he doesn’t even try to hide.
Krizstyle90: fucking simpkuna over here
Eclipsing_Ghost: turn off the bedroom eyes!! gross
TRIFECTA: they’re so in love it’s disgusting
He buys Megumi a copy of Stardew Valley that night and downloads it onto Megumi’s switch. He doesn’t give too much thought into it.
It’s another game, another step towards getting Megumi into the same hobby, and hopefully streaming with him later.
If he knew you could marry people in game, he wouldn’t have bought it.
A week later, Megumi still hasn’t put down Stardew Valley. Sukuna finds himself streaming, playing Among Us with strangers and having too much fun messing with random people.
“He’s trying to romance someone,” Sukuna complains. “If I had known that he could marry people in the game, I wouldn’t have gotten it for him!”
Sukuna_SIMP: F in the chat for Sukuna’s sex life
“Hey, fuck you guys,” Sukuna groans. He’s not even doing his tasks in the game, he’s standing in electrical, hoping to get killed so he can keep complaining.
“You’re all enjoying this too much. I’ll bring him back and then you’ll see, I don’t get why he needs to marry this guy to get blue chickens. That’s so weird, why do you have to marry a guy to get a blue chicken?”
Sukuna throws his hands up, wondering if he could manage to find a blue chicken.
Whatever18593: bro r u rly jelly over a fictional guy?
Without missing a beat, he flips off his camera, not even caring if the video gets taken down. Maybe he can finally take some time to himself if he isn’t streaming all the damn time.
FallingStar275: no one tell Megumi about otome games
Nobara probably already bought him one just to spite Sukuna. That seems to be the theme going on with her lately.
The imposter finally pops up in the game and kills him electrical. Sukuna can’t bring himself to care.
He just knows he’s going to have to watch Megumi play an otome game now.
“Hey, you know if you made an Instagram, I bet people would love it,” Sukuna comments one day.
Megumi looks up from his Switch with disinterest, so Sukuna tries a bit harder.
“Why would they like it?” Megumi asks dryly.
He’s been playing the new game Nobara got him, claiming that he simply had to do one of the otome game routes because he’d love it. Of course she said that with a smirk on her face, directed right at Sukuna.
Yeah, he made a mental note that out of all of Megumi’s friends, Nobara was not one that he wanted to mess with again.
“Because knowing you, you’ll post a ton of pictures of all our pets and people love animals,” Sukuna explains.
He’s not sure what he hates worse. The fact that Megumi obviously doesn’t believe him, or the fact that he’s paying more attention to the game than he is Sukuna.
So he does the only logical thing. He moves Megumi around, until Megumi’s back is pressed against his chest, his boyfriend settled between his legs, and eyes still on the game.
“Do you really have to play these games?” Sukuna asks with a sigh. “You know Nobara only gave you that to mess with me.”
Megumi rolls his eyes. Sukuna can’t see it, but he can feel it, in the way that he feels the way Megumi moves against him.
“Seems like it’s doing a good job, since it’s bugging you,” Megumi sighs. “I like it. The story is awful but the guy on this route she talked about, I get why she said it.”
Sukuna doesn’t. On the screen there’s a bland looking older man, with a goatee and a leather jacket. It looks like the type of man who they add in as eye candy with a smooth voice actor.
He presses his face against Megumi’s neck, sighing softly at the scent of jasmine. Megumi presses a button on his switch, and the game progresses, more dialog popping up on the screen.
“He reminds me of you,” Megumi says after a moment.
Just then, he presses a key and the character on screen lets out a scathing insult that makes Sukuna’s brows raise.
“Yeah,” Megumi continues, agreeing with himself. “He reminds me a lot of you.”
Sukuna doesn’t know whether that’s a compliment or an insult. He thinks it might be an insult.
“How in the world does that remind you of me?” Sukuna asks incredulously.
Megumi’s cheeks tint the cutest shade of pink, and he skips along the dialog to make the insult go away.
“The first time I ever met you, you were insulting Yuuji like you’d rather insult him rather than take your next breath.” Megumi turns his head enough to look at him. “Don’t you remember?”
Sukuna remembers. He wouldn’t ever be able to forget the moment that he saw Megumi, because he had been in the middle of insulting Yuuji over thinking it was acceptable to mix chocolate powder and vodka.
Apparently he tried it at a party once, and it grew on him. It’s disgusting.
“Then you came up and tried to hit on me and got all bent out of shape when I said no because you were insulting my best friend, then I called you an idiot,” Megumi continues, not waiting for a reply. “You—”
“I asked you out every day for three weeks until you finally relented and gave me a chance.” Sukuna squeezed him a little bit tighter. “Only after Yuuji told you that it was okay.”
A small laugh left Megumi’s chest, just loud enough that Sukuna could feel it against his chest, the softest vibration.
“Can you blame me? Yuuji used to complain all the time about how you bullied him.” Megumi paused, thinking. “He still complains about that.”
“Yuuji just likes complaining,” Sukuna returns, no longer caring.
Another chuckle, and then Megumi pressed continue on the dialog, and the choices showed up this time. Sukuna looked over Megumi’s shoulder at the same Megumi scrolled over the choices to the love interests scathing insult.
>Cry.
>Yell at him.
>Insult him back.
Sukuna already knew which one Megumi was going to press. He wondered if Megumi cared about getting the good or bad endings for the routes.
But Megumi hesitates, looking over his shoulder at Sukuna for a second, before he makes his choice.
The main character insults the love interest, and Sukuna outright laughs when he sees the romance level rises.
“Yeah,” Megumi mutters. “He reminds me of you.”
Sukuna can’t even deny that. He’s pretty sure that first insult is the one that made him fall for Megumi.
Megumi makes an Instagram for himself and his pets later that day. Sukuna follows it, and almost immediately after, Megumi’s got more followers than he could ever hope to count.
“Why am I doing this?” he mutters, leaning back on Sukuna while he sets a picture of Kuro and Shiro to be his icon.
From behind him, Sukuna looks over his shoulder, patiently explaining the ins and outs of Instagram like Megumi’s been living under a rock for the last five years. Megumi quietly thinks to himself that he won’t be telling Sukuna of the abandoned Instagram account he made a few years ago at Yuuji and Nobara’s insistence.
But he explains things so eagerly, like Megumi’s given him the world by simply agreeing to be more online with social media, and Megumi finds himself watching Sukuna more than the actual instructions.
It is a part of Sukuna’s life, a big part. It’s not only what he does for fun but it’s career.
“You’re not paying attention to me at all,” Sukuna says suddenly, kissing his temple. Megumi can’t help the small smile that comes to his lips at the feeling.
“I made it, isn’t that enough?” Megumi asks, all but pouting. “You’re the only reason why I’m online in the first place.”
With a laugh, Sukuna wraps his arms around Megumi’s waist, and the phone is set aside for the moment so they can share a kiss, as loving as wonderful as all the other ones before.
“It’s enough,” Sukuna says against his lips. “You’re always enough for me.”
Kuro rests in his lap, snoring away while Shiro gnaws on a bone at his feet. His phone lights up with Sukuna’s name, with Sukuna’s special ringtone blaring out from the speakers.
Megumi answers it without even glancing at the screen. His book’s just getting to the good part, the mystery of the stalker finally getting revealed. But Sukuna’s always had perfect timing to interrupt things.
“Kuna?” he asks, distracted by his book. For the first time in a while, he looks up, the clock on the wall telling him that Sukuna’s running late for his streams.
“Sweetheart, I need you to go and start my stream.”
Well, Megumi’s completely lost focus on his book. He’ll have to wait to solve the mystery. With a sigh, he places it to the side, marking the page for later.
“I have to start your stream? Where are you?”
Kuro whines in his lap. Megumi pets his head softly, waiting for Sukuna to explain himself.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Sukuna says, his voice almost a whine. It’s almost unheard of for this man.
Megumi can’t remember Sukuna begging for anything outside of the bedroom.
So he scoffs, scratching between Kuro’s ears. “Fifteen minutes isn’t that bad to be late.”
“Sweetheart,” Sukuna pleads, “People don’t stick around if you’re not there. Everyone loves you on my streams. Do anything, I don’t care! Just get on screen.”
Megumi glances at Sukuna’s study door. It’s open, surprisingly enough. He normally keeps it closed in case Kuro and Shiro get in to mess with his equipment. They’re good dogs, but sometimes they can’t resist the temptation of Sukuna’s forbidden room.
Leaning his head back, Megumi considers his options. He could say no. No matter how much Sukuna begs and pleads, if Megumi doesn’t want to, Sukuna won’t make him. But he could use this to his advantage.
“Okay,” Megumi relents after a moment, “but if I do this, I want to go on a date. Not hanging out with your friends, I want a real date.”
“That’s it? We’ll go to your favorite restaurant,” Sukuna agrees instantly. “I’ll be there in a little bit, baby.”
Three solid beeps sound from the phone, and Megumi takes a second to realize he’s just missed probably the biggest blackmail material that he’ll ever get against Sukuna.
Another day then. He groans slightly as he makes Kuro move so he can get up.
Sukuna’s computer has three monitors. It takes Megumi a second to figure out that he needs to turn them on at the same time that he turns on the computer. Thankfully, Sukuna’s streaming website is the first one that pops up, asking if he wants to start streaming.
With a regretful sigh, Megumi presses the yes button.
The camera starts with a blink of a light, and suddenly there’s a small picture of himself on the screen. Megumi blinks, tapping the microphone that Sukuna’s got set up and hoping that it’s turned on.
“Sukuna’s running late,” Megumi explains, hoping they can hear him. “He’ll be here soon.”
And then, because he can’t think of anything else to say, he doesn’t say anything. He watches the chat that’s on screen, which is moving way too fast for Megumi to keep up with whatever they’re saying.
There’s a lot of emoji’s though, a lot of them wolves, his favorite animals. Megumi’s brows furrow as he tries to figure out why but he doesn’t want to ask.
He’ll bother Sukuna later.
He should do something, he supposed. Some of the questions that the chat presents are about what Sukuna’s like in bed, and if he’s really so much of a simp.
He is, but Sukuna doesn’t deserve that much slander.
Well, he guesses he can talk about the only thing he’s ever been able to talk about a lot.
“Do you all want to see my snake?”
If Megumi thought he couldn’t keep up with the chat before, it’s a mess now. A lot more emoji’s, a lot more words, but it all seems to be a resounding yes.
Without saying another word, he gets up, going to Orichi’s tank and getting him from where he’s napping. The snake isn’t too happy with him, but he’s not harmed, so Megumi counts it as a win.
“This is Orichi,” Megumi introduces, holding the snake up to the camera. “He’s Sukuna’s favorite pet. He definitely likes him more than Nue.”
Yeah, the chat has so many messages going through it that Megumi can’t make heads or tails of it. So he ignores it for the most part, and places Orichi around his neck. The snake curls up against his throat, trying to slip underneath his shirt where it’s nice and warm.
He almost feels like he’s talking to himself. He’s not exactly sure how Sukuna manages to do this so often, it’s uncomfortable.
“Kuro! Shiro!” Megumi calls, and a second later he’s got two very large dogs, both more than excited to be in Sukuna’s room and trying to crawl into his lap.
“This is Kuro,” Megumi introduces, “and Shiro. They don’t normally get to come in here.”
He lifts the white husky into his lap, careful to make sure that he didn’t bump into Orichi. Megumi felt himself smiling, unable to help himself when he was holding a very happy husky who was probably enjoying himself a little too much at his brother's expense.
Thankfully though, he didn’t have to sit there for long. Kuro and Shiro hear it before Megumi does, untangling themselves from Megumi and darting off to greet Sukuna at the front door.
He doesn’t even walk like he’s running late. Sukuna greets Kuro and Shiro, strolling into his office and greeting Megumi as he always does, with a kiss.
“Don’t ever make me do this again,” Megumi complains. “And you still owe me a date.”
He gets up, allowing Sukuna to take his place in his chair like always.
“I know,” Sukuna says with a grin. “Thanks baby.”
Megumi gives a small smile, leaving to go back to his book, hoping he can get back into the mystery without having to be pulled away this time.
For some reason, that night when Megumi checks Twitter for the first time in a while, he sees ‘thanks baby’ is trending.
He never really understands how things trend on Twitter, nor does he bother to try to figure it out. Instead he posts about how he just finished his book and that Sukuna owes him a date for tonight, just because he knows Sukuna’s got alerts on for his tweets. Even though Megumi doesn’t follow him back.
Hopefully their date will make everything worth it.
The only person that Megumi actually follows on Twitter is the first person who made him make the account, Gojo Satoru.
Sukuna can’t begin to describe how much he hates that. Especially because he knows that Megumi just uses it as an excuse to mess with him or get back at him when they’ve had a fight.
It’s such a stupid fight too. Sukuna really didn’t think he’d be sleeping on the couch for an off handed comment about how he thought Megumi’s owl Nue was ugly.
The frowny face that he posts gets almost thirty thousand likes before he sees Megumi on Twitter, replying to Gojo’s post about how Gojo should come and pick him up.
“Baby! You aren’t going out with Gojo!” he shouts to the bedroom. Megumi throws a pillow against the door. “I’m sorry, alright! Nue isn’t ugly for a bird.”
This time Megumi gets out of bed and throws the pillow at his face.
At least Kuro and Shiro seem happy that he’s sleeping in the living room. They pile on top of him, Shiro and his feet and Kuro on his chest, like the heaviest of weighted blankets. It’s uncomfortable, and hot, but it’s better than sleeping alone.
He thinks that until Megumi suddenly calls for both his dogs and they step right on his crotch as they make a beeline for the bedroom quicker than they run for their dinner at night.
At least Nue can’t leave. As much as Megumi probably wants to move all his pets, there’s no way he’s going to be carrying that large owl cage to the bedroom.
Well, Sukuna doesn’t want to give him a reason to try.
“This is all your fault,” Sukuna complains.
The owl rattles against her cage and Sukuna resolves that he won’t be getting a bit of sleep tonight.
Sukuna’s looking at new games to try, thinking of what game to play next, when his phone beeps with a message. It’s not something he normally pays attention to, but this chime is a little different, one from Instagram.
Fushiguro_Megumi started a live stream!
He tilts his head to the side slightly, looking at the door to the living room. The stream starts, almost instantly getting a couple thousand viewers on it.
It’s their living room. Megumi’s phone sits off to the side, angled at just the right way so that everyone can see him on the screen, reading. It’s a sight that Sukuna never really gets tired of.
He turns a page in his book. It’s obvious that Megumi’s got no idea he’s currently being watched by a couple thousand people.
Kuro shuffles on screen and plops himself in Megumi’s lap with a huff of a sigh. People spam the heart reaction so hard that Sukuna can’t see part of the screen.
He’s so adorable that Sukuna just stares at the screen for a moment. It’s not like it’s a rare sight, Sukuna’s seen it a thousand times before and he’s willing to bet that he’s going to see it a thousand times again.
Still, it takes his breath away each time. Just Megumi, so naturally sitting there with his book, completely at ease and content.
He doesn’t really want to share this though. So with a regretful sigh, Sukuna gets up, and walks into the living room.
Well, he can end Megumi’s impromptu live stream after he gets a kiss, can’t he? Megumi doesn’t even look up from his book when Sukuna enters the room.
“Hey baby,” he murmurs, tapping the book to get Megumi’s attention.
It takes a second for Megumi to finish his sentence, but the moment he looks up, Sukuna’s already there, leaning down to press a kiss against Megumi’s lips. It’s short and sweet, just enough for him to get a taste before they do something more.
“Did you know you’ve been live for the last ten minutes?”
Sukuna grabs Megumi’s phone, turning off the stream to probably the disappointment of many of Megumi’s new fans. He’ll hear about it later.
For the moment though, Megumi grasps the front of Sukuna’s shirt, pulling him down for another kiss and thinking that they might share a lot, but this part of Megumi he only wants to keep for himself.
“This is a horrible idea.”
When it comes to bright ideas, Itadori Yuuji is not the kind of guy who has many of them. Actually, if Yuuji thinks an idea is bad, it’s typically a large red flag that says it’s actually the dumbest idea in the world.
Sukuna looks down at the camera Yuuji’s holding. They’re already live online, a couple thousand watchers.
Is it too late to back out? Sukuna’s not actually sure he can go through with this. But when it comes to horrible things he’s done on streams for views, this is definitely not the worst he’s come up with.
He pushes Yuuji a little further into the room nevertheless. “It’ll be fine, Megumi knows me better than that. We’ve been dating for a couple years.”
“Dude, I thought you were going to propose. Not fake break up with him. When are you going to propose?”
He bought a ring three weeks ago but that’s not the point.
It’s fine. It’s just a prank. It doesn’t matter that anxiety pools in Sukuna’s stomach, like hot lead.
Even Uraume told him this wasn’t a good idea. But then again, Uraume typically tells him that all his ideas are bad.
“Just shut up and record, he’s almost home,” Sukuna orders.
Yuuji gives him a look, the kind of look at Sukuna normally gives him when he wonders why they’re related.
He can hear Megumi’s footsteps coming up the stairs to their apartment. Yuuji gives him another look that tells him this is a bad idea, but then at Sukuna’s glare, he settles down once more and holds up his camera.
Megumi walks into their apartment, take-out food from Sukuna’s favorite restaurant carried in his hands. Kuro and Shiro bolt to meet him, more excited to see Megumi than they’ve ever been to see Sukuna.
Megumi greets him with that smile, that smile that made Sukuna fall in love in the first place, and his resolve nearly breaks in two right then and there.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Sukuna starts, and then before he can lose his nerve, or think about just how bad of an idea this is, he barrels on all coming out in one breath, “I’mbreakingupwithyou!”
Megumi pauses, keys clattering into the bowl they keep by the door just for that. Yuuji awkwardly shuffles from his hidden place, and Sukuna already wants to take back what he said.
“Oh,” Megumi says after a moment. And then he does the most unexpected thing, to where Sukuna’s breath feels like it completely leaves him at the same time that his stomach drops to his knees.
He smiles.
“It’s about time,” Megumi continues, rolling his eyes. “Satoru’s been asking if I’m single for ages. I can finally give him a call—”
Sukuna honestly would have preferred if Megumi simply shot him in the head. This should count as cruel and unusual punishment.
“No, baby, wait not Gojo,” Sukuna pleads. “I was just kidding.”
From his place in the shadows, Yuuji almost tumbles out, turning to Megumi with his mouth open in shock. “You know Gojo Satoru? The actor?”
And damn, he’s still holding his phone up, recording. Leave it to Yuuji to be able to do that and only that correctly.
Megumi doesn’t even seem surprised that Yuuji’s there. He just nods, setting down the food at the table. “I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s been waiting for me to dump Sukuna for years now.”
Okay, that sounds about right for Gojo. He’s been trying to ruin their relationship from the start.
“Dude,” Yuuji says, turning to him. “You are so, so lucky. And so dumb.”
He completely ignores Yuuji, turning back to his hopefully still boyfriend. “Baby it was a prank. Anyone but Gojo.”
Megumi doesn’t even miss a beat. “Yuuji, did you want to go on a date?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
Alright, he deserves this. He absolutely deserves this. Sukuna still hates it all the same. He hates the way that Megumi sends him a little smirk, and he hates the way that Yuuji absolutely knows just the way to mess with him.
But most of all he hates the way that Yuuji is still recording.
“Brat,” he threatens quickly. Yuuji, perhaps having a small bit of survival instinct inside of him, cowers under his glare. “Leave, now.”
Yuuji lets out the most awkward laugh Sukuna’s ever heard in his life, and says goodbye to Megumi before he darts out of the door before Sukuna can end his life.
His boyfriend doesn’t even seem to care. Megumi crosses his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. When Sukuna walks up to him, Megumi lets out a little scoff, turning to say, “You’re still here? I thought you dumped me.”
Sukuna winces. He’s going to be paying for this one for a long time.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” Sukuna murmurs, placing his chin on Megumi’s shoulder. The other has a harder time turning away from Sukuna at this angle, but he tries his best. “Forgive me?”
The food’s getting cold, and Megumi’s stiff in his arms. It’s the only real signal of just how upset Megumi is over all of this.
Perhaps, for once in his life, he should have listened to Yuuji and worked on a proposal plan instead of this .
He’ll do that another time, as long as he can convince Megumi to stay. There’s a small velvet box, after all, hidden in the closet away from prying green eyes.
“Do you really want to break up?” Megumi asks softly, not meeting Sukuna’s gaze.
Sukuna beats himself up inside, this was the dumbest idea he got from a stream. Oh, he’s going to get so much hate online.
And seeing Megumi’s heartbroken face, underneath all of that bravado, is the worst punishment of them all.
“No, no sweetheart I’m so sorry,” Sukuna apologizes, pulling Megumi further against him. “I don’t, I really don’t.”
It takes a second, Sukuna knows it’s going to take so much more work to undo the damage he’s managed to make on their relationship.
But then Megumi turns, wrapping his arms around Sukuna’s neck and lightly threading his fingers through Sukuna’s hair to pull on it.
“If you do this again, I really will call Satoru,” Megumi threatens. “You’re lucky Uraume thought to warn me about your stupid idea.”
Once again, Sukuna finds himself owing Uraume for something. He really won’t be able to make up for everything that Uraume’s done for him.
Sukuna leans down for a kiss, just a gentle press of a kiss against his lips, and makes a small mental note to thank Uraume the next time he sees them.
Gojo laughs on the other end of the line. “I’ve been telling you to dump him for years.”
“I’ll dump him when you stop trying to get my dad to fuck you,” Megumi shoots back, not missing a beat.
Gojo hisses, like he could really feel any sort of shame. They’ve been friends for way too long for that to work on Megumi.
“Toji loves me,” Gojo dismisses. “Plus I’m not dating the weird guy who thinks those break-up prank videos are funny.”
Megumi didn’t think he was either, but apparently he was. Is. Sukuna’s so lucky he decided to stay.
“You know what would really mess with him?” Gojo purrs from the other end of the line.
Megumi rolls his eyes. “What?”
If Gojo says one thing about him setting him up with someone else, Megumi’s going to hang up the phone. Maybe he’ll go and stay with Choso and Uraume for a few days. That might actually be preferred at the moment.
The sting from those words still hurts his heart. It’s a familiar sting, one he’s felt enough times for the pain to be all too familiar.
It takes him a moment to realize that Gojo never started talking again. Megumi’s been staring at Sukuna’s gaming room like it’s the cause of all his troubles.
“I saw the livestream before Sukuna’s weird little manager took it down,” Gojo admits after a moment. “Your boyfriend’s an idiot.”
Yeah, Sukuna is.
“Come over and I’ll order sushi. Extra ginger, just how you like it.”
Gojo might be an asshole, but he’s known Megumi long enough to know when he’s genuinely upset.
“Alright,” Megumi relents. “I’ll come over in a little bit.”
He rubs his wrist as he hangs up the phone. Maybe Sukuna really doesn’t want to be together anymore. Maybe Megumi’s constant denial to be on his streams is starting to get to him. It’s a part of his life, isn’t it? And Megumi’s always said no to it.
He closes the door to Sukuna’s gaming room before he leaves for Gojo’s place.
In Megumi’s favorite cafe, Uraume adds a lump of sugar to their tea, and glares at Sukuna from across the table.
They sell ginger tea here. It’s Megumi’s favorite, Sukuna chose the place because he knows Megumi’s running low, so he can kill two birds with one stone.
Get a lecture from Uraume about his awful prank, get tea for Megumi, and maybe a cup of coffee for himself.
If only it would be that easy.
“I told you not to do this one.” Uraume pinches the bridge of their nose. “I don’t even care about the damage you did to yourself.”
Sukuna waves a hand. “It’s fine, you took it down, everyone on the internet forgets things in two weeks.”
Uraume looks ready to throw their tea at him. It sadly wouldn’t be the first time that they came to this. At least tea wouldn’t stain as badly as wine.
“Fushiguro Megumi deserves better than that,” Uraume declares, then pauses. “This one…. This one really hurt him.”
Sukuna arches a single brow. “What do you know about that?”
Uraume pauses, then their shoulders slump in defeat. Sukuna’s got a feeling he’s not going to like what he hears next.
“He called and asked if he could stay with Choso and I for a few days,” Uraume admits. “Have you checked Twitter, by the way?”
Alright, that’s worse than Sukuna thought. He knows for a fact that Choso and Uraume would have let Megumi stay for a few days without problem, but the fact that Megumi was even entertaining the idea enough to ask Uraume that was a bad sign.
It somehow gets worse when he opens up Twitter.
Megumi’s trending. He doubts that his boyfriend knows that he’s trending, but he is. He’s trending because of one Gojo Satoru, and a single photo posted.
It’s a photo of Megumi and Gojo, sitting together, eating sushi. Gojo’s got his arm wrapped around Megumi’s shoulders, and the photo’s got more likes and retweets than anything Gojo’s ever posted before.
Gonna steal your man @Ryomen_Sukuna
He turns back to Uraume, and there’s pity in that gaze, and the penny finally falls, that Sukuna’s quickly on the route to losing one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to him.
“Don’t forget Megumi’s ginger tea,” Uraume says, lifting their cup. “Oh, and Choso said if you mess up, he’s going to beat you.”
“Bite me,” Sukuna quips, but goes to the counter to get the tea all the same.
Megumi doesn’t come home until late. He crawls into bed beside Sukuna, who doesn’t try to pretend he’s sleeping. He smells of Gojo’s awful cologne, and if Sukuna was a more insecure man, he would have worried that Megumi did something with the man.
But he knows that Gojo’s physically clingy. So he simply turns over in bed, opening his arms, and Megumi crawls into his arms and lays his head on his chest with a tired, content sigh.
“Why do you want me to stream with you so much?” Megumi asks, in the dark quiet of the night that tends to lower barriers.
Sukuna thinks for a moment on how to answer. He presses a kiss on the top of Megumi’s head as he does.
“I love you,” Sukuna murmurs. “It’s something I do, and I want to share with you. I think the world should see how amazing you are.”
Megumi pulls back, just enough to look up at him, emerald eyes so dark with the lack of light. Sukuna cups his cheek gently, his thumb brushing the soft flesh just underneath Megumi’s eye.
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay, it’s always going to be online. I just want to share something with you that makes me happy.”
Then he presses a kiss against Megumi’s forehead, and feels his lover go boneless against him, and Sukuna knows everything’s going to be okay.
He might mess up, but everything’s going to be okay, because he loves Megumi more than his next breath. And he knows Megumi loves him too.
Sukuna’s a natural early riser. He’s cursed too many days when he finally has a chance to sleep in, and he still somehow wakes just as the sun rises.
But today is different. For the first time he welcomes the early morning glow of the sun, rousing him from sleep. Megumi’s still pressed against his chest, snoring lightly and completely a mess, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
It takes a moment for him to untangle himself from Megumi’s embrace, having too much practice in not waking Megumi up. He slowly pads out of the room, and to the closet where a small velvet box is hidden.
Sukuna’s played this scenario out in his mind too many times to count. Maybe he’d put it on Orichi one time, when he gets the snake for Megumi. Maybe he’d plan a proposal at Megumi’s favorite restaurant?
There are too many possibilities. And he’s done waiting.
He creeps back into the bedroom, where Megumi’s still sleeping soundly, pressing his face against Sukuna’s pillow and breathing even.
Sukuna turns around, holds the box up, and snaps the best selfie he’s ever taken in his life. He’s tired and there’s no filter, and the lighting is horrible, but it shows him, with an open ring box and a slumbering Megumi, with no idea what he’s going to wake up to.
He keeps it to himself for the moment. Sukuna takes the ring from the box, slipping it onto Megumi’s finger and kissing his forehead softly.
“I hope you say yes, sweetheart,” Sukuna murmurs softly. “But if you’re not ready, I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes.”
Sukuna stretches slightly as he pulls back. He runs his hand down Megumi’s side, and after a moment, Megumi reaches out in the empty bed, reaching for him.
He doesn’t hesitate. Sukuna crawls back into bed, wrapping his arms around Megumi. Some of his favorite mornings are spent waking up early, waiting for Megumi to wake up and look at him like nothing else matters in the world.
The only difference this time is the small bit of anxiety that sits in his stomach, and a hope that Megumi might say yes.
Megumi rubs his eyes, and something pokes him in the face.
He thinks for a moment that something happened to fall, or that he’s still dreaming. But everyone knows that the only time people think they’re dreaming is when they’re awake, so he dismisses that immediately.
Blearily, he blinks through the harsh morning light to look down at his hand. On his left hand, is a ring, bright gold in color, with a ruby placed in the center like a flower, with bright green emeralds acting as the leaves.
He does not remember getting this ring. Maybe he’s dreaming after all.
But the heavy arm around his waist tightens, and more emotions than Megumi knows what to do with wash over him as he looks up at Sukuna, who’s shifting to hover over him.
Sukuna takes his hand, examining the ring carefully, then looking Megumi in the eyes. He feels frozen in place, like one movement would shatter everything.
“I didn’t get the green exactly right,” Sukuna sighs, a little disappointed. “But they suit you. Do you like it?”
Dumbly, Megumi nods. There’s a ring on his finger, and as he nods, Sukuna’s shoulders slump in relief.
There’s a ring on his finger.
Megumi sits up suddenly, pushing Sukuna to the side. This has to be a dream. But it’s very real, and Sukuna’s looking at him in amusement, like he expected just this.
“Are you serious?” Megumi questions, twisting the ring on his finger. It fits perfectly, no chance of slipping.
Sukuna really put a lot of thought into this.
His boyfriend—fiance?—sits up with him, an arm wrapping around his waist and a strong hand reaching out to lightly touch his ring fever.
“I love you, Megumi,” Sukuna says softly in his ear. “Even if you don’t want to get married right now. You can say no, and I’ll wait however long you need to be ready.”
Sukuna moves, cupping his cheeks, and there’s nothing but love and adoration on his face. Megumi’s breath flees his lungs at the sight.
“I don’t care if you never want to stream, Megumi. I just want you to be with me. I love you.”
Every worry and anxiety that’s built up in his stomach for weeks suddenly leaves him, like it’s never been there in the first place. He throws his arms around Sukuna’s shoulders with a smile, a laugh bubbling in his chest like the lightest of bells.
Sukuna falls back onto the bed, and takes Megumi with him, until they’re laying once more on the bed, the sheets tangled in their legs, nothing but laughter and smiles.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Sukuna asks, taking Megumi’s hand once more to kiss the ring.
Megumi doesn’t really feel like he has to say it, but he does anyway. Because this all still feels like a dream, and saying it makes it real.
“Yes.”
“Are you ready?”
It’s not like the first time they streamed together. Megumi’s shoulders aren’t hunched together with anxiety, he doesn’t look ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. He sits cross legged in the gaming chair that Sukuna’s always kept for him, and holds a controller in his hands.
He’s even got a new gaming headset for Megumi, much like the one that he uses normally. They’re bright red and large, and plain just like Megumi likes them. It had taken everything inside of Sukuna not to buy Megumi the headset with cat ears on them.
Maybe another day, if Megumi feels up for it.
“I’m ready,” Megumi says, pulling on his headphones.
Sukuna leans down, giving him one last kiss before he starts the stream. Sukuna feels a hand grab his own, and wonders if it’s possible for them to play a game with only one hand.
“Hey guys, you all know my boyfriend Megumi. Tonight we’re playing a new game.”
Megumi squeezes his hand, and Sukuna has to pause, taking a moment for himself as he considers himself.
“Excuse me for one second,” Sukuna demands, holding up a hand. He turns back to Megumi, kissing him quickly again.
The chat goes wild. He forgot to mute it, and he can hear the pings through his headset as people send message after message about how cute they are.
He wonders how long it’ll take for them to see the ring.
Ah well, Sukuna doesn’t care if they do notice. After all, this won’t be the only time they’ll stream together.
After all, it’ll hardly be the last.