Itadori Blushes And His Ears Go Red When He Does. Megumi Tries Not To Mention It But ..... He Has To

Itadori blushes and his ears go red when he does. Megumi tries not to mention it but ..... he has to look and smile a little at it. (This is not a headcanon, this is somewhere in the latter chapters in a small panel. You can see him blushing up to his ears.) "What're ya looking at, Fushiguro?" "... Nothing."

When I finish writing this itafushi+suku fic, it's over for you guys. Just .... have to write the se/x scene.....

Artist!Sukuna. That's it. Firm hands, an image in his head to get down on paper, who looks so focused when he's working, who's proficient in a variety of mediums due to his experiences in The Heian Era, which was famous for their arts and their writing, their calligraphy and their obsession with the aesthetics and beauty. Sukuna is also well versed in it, even if he doesn't show it often. Draws his lovers perfectly, even if it takes more than one sketchbook, and when he gets more confident, he'll hunt down more specialized paper for the work he wants to do, especially if it's with watercolors as opposed to using ink or a black and white / ink-stain style that he's more used to. He finds it calming.

What was Sukuna doing inside Megumi during the month time skip?

Was he training for the fight? Playing video games and eating people?

Dressing up Megumi in his best clothes

Realistically? Breaking him down. Telling him objective lies until he believed them and quit fighting so hard to get away from him; his own blessing shouldn't be trying so damned hard to flee his loving embrace. Training him to fight physically, trying to sink his soul so far down that it was unreachable to anyone but himself, so no one could hope to take him away, no one could reignite that fire that drove Megumi to fight for that righteous bullshit that drove the brat. Nothing ruins his fun like seeing him buy into the foolish belief that helping people did anything.

Indulged in all the food available now. Some of it human, which he had to force down Megumi's throat, because every time he tried to eat it, Megumi would see fit to fight back in the beginning, trying to throw it up and spit it out by any means. Sukuna just grabs his mouth and his nostrils, forcing him to swallow or choke to death. A few seconds go by, then a minute, and Megumi can't take it. It was swallow or die. He swallows the human meat in his mouth and gags, retching violently on his hands and knees, before Sukuna lets him go completely. "... Good boy, Megumi." He coos manipulatively, as tears roll down Megumi's face in disgust and rage. He absolutely had Uraume hunt him the most perfect outfit. He tried on many of them, looking in his reflection, fond and fawning over his lover's face and how he wore everything, the way it hugs and encases his lean frame. Doting on him in the meantime, just little phrases here and there. "What do you think, hm? Does it please you? ... You should just agree with me. We'll be together for a very long time, you and I." Exasperated by his silence, a stubborn and foolish refusal to speak or communicate. "... This? " Pause, turn, look himself up and down before furrowing his brows, pinching them at the middle in distaste. He can read Megumi's hazy, exhausted thoughts, as combined as they are together. "... No, you're right. Disgusting. Ugh." "... You should be more thankful for my faith in you. If I had not had an inkling of your strength back then, then I would have let you rot with the rest of them. But here you are, safe in my domain. ... Don't pout, or make a sour expression. A God loves you. The least you can do is be a good devotee."

Itafushi / Fushiita scar - caring. The way Megumi takes Yuuji's face in his palms and looks at him with such concern and worry when he finds him after Shibuya, how he furrows his brows in sympathy and vows to make whoever decorated Yuuji's beautiful face with scars pay a dear, demanding price. He brushes his thumbs over the lines, now pink instead or raw and red, plump and throbbing as blood pulses through the veins underneath them. "Oh, Yuu..." "I'm okay..." Yuuji feels inclined to respond with an uplifting word, to try and get Megumi to stop fretting. (He knows Megumi worries inside, he frets and panics over his friends, and Yuuji doesn't want him to waste his time and energy fretting over him and overdue, healing injuries.) He even tries to smile. Megumi, ever-serious and stern, doesn't fall for the comforting fibs on Yuuji's lips. " ... " "... I'm just... really glad to see you. " Yuuji says with a half-broken breath, and the closing of his eyes. Megumi pushes no further, simply guides his best friend's head into his shoulder, fingers on the back of his neck. He doesn't know what to do to make it better, so he settles for this. & Then, Post-Shinjuku. Yuuji who nearly trips over himself to scramble and find Megumi in the mass of organs and flesh left behind by Sukuna, tearing away all unnecessary puss and veins connecting them like puppets on a string to a master. Yuuji finds him by his hair, and quickly takes the time to pull his entire body out of the pulsating mass of flesh, and he lays Megumi's body in his arms, kneeling so his lower body can take a portion of the weight. " ... Oh no... " Yuuji initially murmurs as he uses one hand to trace what he can only imagine are eyes on the sides of Megumi's face, biting his lip as he can see the remnants of Sukuna's scars now permanently etched into the supple skin on Megumi's face. He can't stop staring, but he holds his best friend closer, protectively, keeping him eons away from all else that would seek to harm him. "... I got you... I got you..." Yuuji murmurs into their strands of coal black hair, slowly closing his own two eyes as he both tells Megumi he's safe and reassures himself that he has pulled off a miracle: that he rescued Megumi, and that Megumi is alive. He even goes so far as to rock him, completely on his knees as he wraps both his arms around the smaller, much more fragile figure returning from the midst of darkness, an unending and unfathomable abyss. Misty eyes remain shut like a damn withholding waterfalls, and he squeezes them down as tightly as he can, holding the most important thing in the world to him in his arms. "... You're here, you're okay, I got you... We're going home... I promise we're going home..." Yuuji assures him a million times over.

Love is worthless, until…