'Look at you being drunk again' Sukuna taunted.
'I'm a philosopher!' The younger pouted.
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Alternate AU! [ TW: Smut, Age difference, Family traumas, Depression, etc. I don't own the characters! ]
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As Megumi lay on his bed, he couldn't shake the cringe-inducing memory. He had called Sukuna, slurring incoherent words and making a fool of himself while agreeing to a dinner out. The thought of facing the pink haired man filled him with a sense of impending doom.
Determined to avoid the awkwardness, Megumi resolved to skip today's classes and seal himself indoors for the rest of the week. He immersed himself in household chores, busying his hands with cleaning and decluttering his apartment. However, his mind refused to find solace in the mundane tasks. A nagging feeling of unease lingered, poisoning his thoughts.
As lunchtime approached, Megumi found himself in the kitchen, preparing a regular ramen. Just as he was about to drop the noodles into the boiling water, his phone buzzed with a notification. Megumi hesitated before reaching for it, his heart pounding with dread.
'No need to share your location, just tell me where I can park and wait tonight.' The text message read. Megumi's eyes widened in horror. His plan to avoid Sukuna was crumbling before his very eyes and it would've almost been fun if only this wasn't happening to him.
Hands shaking, Megumi penned a lengthy apology, expressing his sincere regret and he texted back. 'I want to deeply apologise for my behaviour. It's unlikely of me to act like that and I don't want this to be a discouraging impression of me, professor. Again, excuse myself. I'll also try to get hold on today's class notes. Have a great continuation.'
Hoping to diffuse the situation before it escalated, he started eating the overcooked ramen but right then another reply pinged on his phone, crushing his dwindling hopes.
'That was so fuking cheap of you Fushiguro Megumi!
We're having dinner tonight. I so happen to have something to discuss about our course.
And do wear something pretty if you care that deeply about impressions.'
Megumi let out a frustrated yelp, covering his mouth to stifle the shout. The professor's flirtatious response left him utterly flummoxed. Megumi had not once even considered Sukuna to be the dedicated type, hanging out to have a chat on his studies with his students but now, the possibility loomed before him like an ominous thundercloud and he didn't knew what to make out of it.
As the clock ticked relentlessly towards dinnertime, Megumi found himself consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, embarrassment, and a strange flutter in his stomach that he couldn't quite decipher. Some morbid curiosity.
