Unholy!

Beauty and... the Devil?

Note: Uraume in my story is a trans woman with the pronouns she/ her.

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The allure of mystery is the reason why the rabbit crawls into the wolf's den.
Although it should know better, its curiosity is too great and its caution too small.

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He can't take his eyes off the flowers.

Even if he would have loved to toss them out the window just a short while ago, along with the man who created all the ripples and who had put him in this awkward situation in the first place.

But then this small smile creeps onto Megumi's lips and a slight flutter awakes in his stomach, as he takes a closer look at the bouquet. Maybe... that's kinda cute, though?

How often does Sukuna give away flowers? Probably not that often, as Megumi assumes and he should feel flattered. And actually he does. Earlier he was just far too shocked to realize that.

In the meantime, while he waits for the time to pass, Megumi does something he probably should have done much earlier. What any prudent teenager does when a date is imminent: He searches the web for Sukuna Ryomen... But as if this man had never existed at all, the internet doesn't contain one single article about him. Megumi browses through all possible platforms. Nowadays everyone has at least one social media account or post, and even if it's just a dusty Facebook entry from ages ago. But unfortunately in this case there is absolutely zero information in the entire World Wide Web related to this man.

But there must be a way to find out something about the king of this place! Anything that- wait... A sudden brainwave flushes through Megumi's head:

'Lord of the Unholy' is the next thing he types into the search bar. And indeed! A quite new article in a web forum is the only post that pops up right at the top. The caption reads: 'Why you should NOT ask for the Lord in the newly opened bar 'Unholy!'

Yet, this is also the only thing Megumi manages to read, because he is interrupted by a cheerful female voice. „Hey, cute boy!"

He quickly puts his cell phone back in his pocket and responds politely, „Good evening, Miss. What would you like?"

On second glance Megumi recognizes her as the woman who entered the restaurant with Sukuna. The same one that had accompanied him on the first day.

The woman grunts with an ice-cold smile on her lips. „I would like you to drop dead."

Her tone is so calm and monotone that Megumi has to play back again her words in his head, pondering if he has understood her correctly. „Eh... Excuse me?" He frowns perplexed.

The woman laughs mockingly, but she doesn't sound like she's joking at all. „No, I won't excuse that. Keep your hands to yourself!" With her hand she gestures angrily in front of his face before rubbing her fingers between her breasts, as if the fabric she is wearing is bothering her on her body. „Sukuna is my husband-to-be! And I'm the only one for him, got it?"

Now Megumi is quite sure he understood her correctly. But he doesn't understand what that's all about. It's not like he's made a pass at anyone.

„I did nothing-" Before he can say the word 'wrong', he is cut off by her fist, which she slams hard on the table, making him jerk back.

„Don't fuck with me! What did you do to him to make him fall for you like that, eh?"

„Fall... for me...? What...?"