Unholy!

Out of the frying pan into the fire

The only thing fair about life is how unfair it is to everyone. Good people are losing everything in life, while the bad ones grow old in wealth and health. No chance, that there is a God out there. Because if he would exist, he would be a fucking asshole...

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Hello and welcome to my first JJK Fanfic :)
Englich is not my first language, so mistakes should be forgiven ^^
The story is written from Megumi's point of view, means all feelings, thoughts etc. are only Megumi's perspective.
It could also become a bit explicit in the further chapters. But I'll write trigger warnings at the beginning.
Apart from that, Megumi x Sukuna's relationship is in the spotlight here, but other characters and relationships will also be playing an important role (not romantic though), such as Megumi/Satoru; Megumi/Toji... There will be no OC's, only JJK characters from anime and manga.
I tried to stick to the personalities of the characters as much as possible and also to include a few parallels to the manga/anime. Hope you like it, now enjoy :)

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According to the position of the sun, it's already much too late again. Megumi brings the last bags into the house, places them on the kitchen table, together with the mail he has fished out of the overflowing letterbox and then adds another envelope. Today is finally the day. Today he will finally set himself free from him. Today, the day before his eighteenth birthday.
He'd better hurry, because he is extremely reluctant to have to explain this letter - his resignation. He wouldn't know, if he could control himself.
The fact is, that he has been playing Master Gojo's footboy for far too long now. But because a mass of betting debts is the only thing his father ever left him, Megumi has been forced to work for all kinds of cutthroats for years. Oh yeah, he got that and his name from him... Megumi. Meaning: blessing. What a sick kind of joke. As if his father ever cared whether he was alive or dead.
Whatever, from now on Satoru can carry his Manjū, Dango and Mochi on his own. Megumi has been wondering for quite some time, why his former teacher gave him this degrading job in the first place. Sure, he earns money with it. Admittedly, he probably earns more from carrying Satoru's candy bags than the job is worth it, but Megumi can't ignore the feeling, that Gojo is up to something. That maybe he's trying to make fun of him in some kind of way, by paying him for such a ridiculous task. That he just wants to feel superior to him - a Fushiguro - which he undoubtedly is, but still... There are sick psychos like that, who take pleasure in the suffering of others, who literally rub it in their faces and enjoy the helplessness of their fellow human beings. And Megumi is still not sure whether Gojo might be one of them. He is mighty, actually one of the most powerful men in the city, so it could be in fact. And Megumi would not be surprised.
Sometimes he was paid just to stroll through the streets next to Satoru and listen to his stupid chatter. Like a puppy that sticks to its master because it wouldn't be able to survive without him. Then he was allowed to carry all his 'errands', and by God, Satoru's shopping addiction is truly pathological. Last but not least, there's that look under his sunglasses, that this white-haired pervert sometimes gave him. As if he were his personal little piece of jewelry, like an accessory that he only carries around for decoration. And Megumi knows that it could be because he is - as he has often been told in numerous situations - a "sweet boy". He sighs. Men of this age are all the same in the end...
But that's over now! He won't be hooked on a rich, narcissistic freak for any second longer, and from today on he won't need Satoru's salary either. Because he has a new job. Tomorrow he will finally be of age and that means he can do whatever he wants, including taking any job he likes.

As he steps out through Satoru's front door and lets it fall into the lock, he doesn't feel a touch of regret. Quite the opposite. It feels good to finally have his own leash in his hand. Although he does wonder what direction his life will take henceforth. All in all is, that this new job is a real opportunity for a better future. Not for himself, though. He doesn't really care about his life, but he cares for his sister. She deserves to live worry-free, study and make something out of herself. Unlike him...
However, Tsumiki should never find out, how he will be filling their fridge from now on. In no case. She would try to talk him out of it. Because his new job is in a restaurant that opened just a few weeks ago. An establishment for a special type of people. A luxuriant, exclusive and very high priced gay bar...
Megumi won't be doing anything unacceptable there, that's for sure. It's a simple waiter's job, but with a special clientele. And yet he knows for sure, that his sister would't allow him. She wouldn't want him to present his body like a piece of meat. But it's not like that at all, is't it?
He has a pretty face; he is young; with an athletic, albeit rather slim body. But that's exactly what a lot of gay guys are looking for. If he does it right, he could earn a lot of tips. And compared to Satoru's looks and lewd comments, how bad can the looks and comments from complete strangers be?
It's just a job. Like any other job. Megumi will just serve a few drinks to a few well-fueled guests, maybe receive one or two horny remarks and earn so much money that he'll never need Satoru's alms again. At least that's the plan.