Daily Lie of Megumi [JJK Fanfic]

Lie 7: You Don't Excite Me

Megumi's Point of View

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I walk out of the room immediately after Mrs. Geto dismisses us, intended not to look back until I reach home. While I stride down the corridor, a thought immediately stops me on my track.

I realize with my entire being that Sukuna could literally do anything to win this competition easily using his magic. He could write the entirety of Shakespeare's play back-to-back without even moving his fingers. He could probably write prose in the air and transmitted it onto the stone. Hell, he could sabotage me if he is indeed that evil.

But then I thought, 'Why does it even matter?' I am barely even considering this small rivalry thing as a real competition with a prize, so why sweat it?

Then another thought occurred to me how humiliating it would be to lose from a guy who seems like he could do anything easily. It's going to look like I don't even try because the result is already obvious. And I don't want that. Something rebellious in me tells me to break that privilege cycle and show the world what I can really achieve. And it has to be fair and square or else.

So, I turn on my heel and strut down the corridor to catch the pink-haired guy before he could vanish into thin air again. "Hey, you!" I shout. The school is empty and my voice echoes throughout the corridor. There is no one else besides us here so he immediately stops his step and turns his torso ever so slightly toward me. His smile blooms, amused. I couldn't help but feel irritated.

"Promise me you're gonna keep this fair between us," I say immediately once I stand face-to-face with him. "No magic, no summoning ghost or the devil or anything, no spell that makes the script self-write itself, and most importantly: no sabotaging my writing."

He snorts. "What?"

I take one step forward, glaring at him with my most intimidating look. "I know what you can do. You made the entire pages of my book disappear and left some irritable writing on it. Who knows what else you can do? So, I'd rather say it right here and now: DON'T. CHEAT."

One of his thick eyebrows rises high, a sly wolfish smile spread even wider. "And you? What's guarantee you not going to do the same?"

"You don't have to worry about me, because I—"

"Can't do it anyway?" He laughs. "I should've known. You can only use white magic, and not very good at it, to say the least. And yet you tried to evoke the death with amateur necromancy?"

I'm too stunned to speak. Blood boils deep within me but I know it's not out of anger, but embarrassment. I try to hold it in and control it as to be not too obvious somehow. "That's none of your business. The point is—"

"Oh, baby, it is." He coyly folds his hands above his chest. "I'm the only other witch you know. So, if you fuck up—which you definitely will—guess who's gonna clean up your mess? Yours truly." He points to himself.

"Then just ignore me and whatever the fuck I'm going to do. I never ask you to help me, anyway. Why should you bother?"

"That's what you get wrong, baby. You should ask me to help you."

"Why? Because you're stronger than me? Because you can use black magic?"

He takes one step forward. One hand raises and caresses my face softly. "Because I care about you, and I don't want you to get hurt."

Shivers run down my spine so fast it jolts me to reality. I take a few steps back with my hand subconsciously covering the place where he touched me. I hiss, "Your pretty little lie isn't going to work on me."