Unholy!

The guy hiding in the closet

Megumi's thoughts may go a bit downhill from now on... Disclaimer: these are not necessarily my own thoughts! It's still written from the point of view of an emo boi ;)
+ someone special will make their first appearance :3

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Reality is a product of coincidence, that they call fate. And karma is their excuse to legitimize their actions or nonactions.
But there is no great plan. There are no rules. And there is certainly no higher power, that arranges the weights of equality. Everyone is affected by injustice. And if life teaches you one thing, it is that the good ones usually carry the heaviest bags.

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I want you...

Megumi wishes he had heard this sentence only once before. In another situation though. Not a situation as confusing as the previous one...

Of course Sukuna doesn't mean it the way, Megumi wishes to hear it. How could he? Of course there's a snag to it. But something inside Megumi refuses to acknowledge this. Something is lowering his shields, crumbling his wall, and prevents him from simply forgetting about it, which would probably be the smartest thing to do...

Megumi would love to experience this feeling just once. To be wanted... to be special... All his life, people never got tired of reminding him, that he was just a pretty face and nothing more than that. That he was not special at all. Even his own father had such a low opinion of him that he not only rejected him, but also made his entire life a living hell. As if he had no more value to his parent, than the dirt under his shoes. No, not even close to that...
So how did Sukuna - a strage man come to tell him such things? How could he dare stirring up his heart like this? And on top of that bringing his father back into the game, when Megumi had tried so hard to erase every thought about him?

The young man rubs his forehead on the way back home. The moon is making its poor attempts to break a way through the cloud cover that is shielding the world from the starlit sky during the night. Buildings are decorated for Christmas and there are lights flashing here and there, but otherwise it's unusual quiet in a city like this. Except for Megumi's mind which screams so loud that he can barely stand it... He feels so fragile that the next little thing that happend could make him cry like a baby. Maybe he's just tired out from hopping to one job to another. No idea how many hours in a row he's worked today, but it's definitely on the edge of the impossible.
Thankfully, he can sleep in today as he no longer has to play the maid for Satoru Gojo. And so for now all he strives for is a hot shower and his bed to collapse into.

A strange smell greets him as he enters the door to his apartment. Somehow... burnt? All of a sudden the tiredness is gone and he is wide awake and at high alert.
He flicks the light switch and the picture that reveals itself to him is even worse than expected...
His entire apartment reminds of a battlefield. All the pots, pans and molds he owns are scattered on the floor, some clean, some dirty. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg.
As he enters the living room, his eyes catch view of a half-eaten cake with candles on it - which obviously had set fire to his table and part of his curtains. With water buckets and cans someone tried to put out the flames, what in return caused damage to the wall, the floor and all of his books in the shelf. Megumi's head spins as something slightly touching his shoulder. On the spot, where he can usually find his punching bag, is a large '18' filled with air and a smilie face on it, hanging from the ceiling. The balloon seems to be laughing down at him...

He blinks several times, hoping that it's just a dream - a nightmare - just before he hears a rustle and a yawn. With a scrunched face Nobara peeks over his couch, eyes sleepy and small from the sudden light. Spit is dripping from her lips.
„Huh? Where am I?", she mumbles as Megumi's mouth hangs open in sheer desperation.
„What...the hell...", he stammers, taking a few steps inside the mess, „...did you do to my apartment...?!" His voice is shaky and unstable.
„Gumi!",Nobara calls as she recognizes him. „Happy birthday, sweety!"
She jumps up, almost tumbling over her own feet and throws her arms around his neck. „Thought you weren't coming home at all, man!" Her smile turns mischievous and she pokes him in the side again and again. „What took you so long, huh? Come on, spit it out! Have you met someone nice? Huh? Huh??"
She takes a spin around herself and burps a stinking puff that smells like a mixture of beer, cheap booze and cigarettes. Before she loses her balance she grabs Megumi's shoulder for support.
„Are you drunk?", he asks with a frown.
„Juuuust a little!", she cackles. „Hey, I've baked you a pretty delicious cake! It only took me three attempts!"