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Megumi, for all his faults, wasn’t a complete idiot. He could be blunt, rude, and overall kind of oblivious sometimes, but not an idiot.
Then again, it certainly would not take a genius to figure out his neighbor’s nighttime activities.
And, no Megumi was not tracking his neighbor’s sexual activity.
Megumi was tracking his neighbor’s vigilante activity.
A little over a year before Megumi had moved into the less-than-stellar apartment complex, a vigilante had emerged from nowhere. A strong, agile vigilante, donned in pink, had taken it upon themselves to start cleaning up the streets of Tokyo.
Which was a tough job. Although Megumi tried his best to stay out of the family business (even though he was set to inherit it), he knew the majority of cops in the city were under some mobs’ thumb. In Tokyo, there was no such thing as a clean cop, just those with a little less dirt on their records.
Within the first few months of the vigilante’s work, they had managed to create a lot of enemies. Even the Zenin Clan had heard of their local menace and had begun placing bounties on the poor person’s head.
Megumi had written off the vigilante once he heard that the terror twins that were his relatives had been set on the case.
But, despite the efforts of many mobs’s within the city, the vigilante persisted and actually began to gain traction.
Over the year or so of the vigilante’s activity, they had managed to take out several prominent drug rings, stop a lot of human trafficking, and started to create a little more security in the city.
It was the vigilante that saved Megumi’s life.
The vigilante, lovingly decreed as Sukuna (for bringing the safety of home back to Tokyo), had hit a major port of the Zenin family which disrupted months of work (at least from what Megumi could tell), which allowed Megumi to slip away in the chaos to his ratty apartment.
Now, over a year later, Megumi was a little less grateful to the vigilante. The vigilante stomped, played his video games a little too loud for an apartment, and had WAY too much sex.
Once again, not tracking the sexual habits, but that sort of thing is tough to ignore when their bedrooms share a wall.
But, despite Megumi’s complaints, he still had a soft spot for the man. They had run into each other several times in the laundry room, and Megumi learned that his neighbor had bunny slippers and a brilliant smile.
He also learned that the man was INCREDIBLY ripped, as the man liked to not wear a shirt when returning from the gym.
If Megumi didn’t know he wasn’t straight before, seeing his neighbor’s washboard abs would have been the gay crisis of a lifetime.
Anyway, Megumi still liked the guy. He put in a lot of hours into a thankless job, and Megumi had seen the news reports, the man took a beating some days.
So when a fight was televised at the cafe Megumi worked at, Megumi could only watch in horror at the state his neighbor escaped in.
Blood dripping from deep slashes, at the very least one dislocated shoulder, if not two. The man’s knee had to be fucked.
Megumi, like many people, had begun to hope that the tyranny of the mobs was over. But Megumi wasn’t joking at the power of the terror twins.
Megumi didn’t remember the rest of shift, and the journey home was a blur.
Megumi was sitting in his bed, straining his ears. Hoping for a sign of life.
After a heartstopping moment, Megumi heard the pained groans of Itadori Yuuji.
After a year, it would have been impossible to not find out his neighbor’s secret identity.
Sometimes the sex seemed a little too fake, Megumi eventually figured out that after a hard battle, when Yuuji didn’t want his neighbors to hear him scream, he would play porn.
There were too many blood stains on Yuuji’s laundry for a normal person, even if Yuuji did seem more active than some.
Not to mention that Sukuna and Yuuji had the same smile, the one that made Megumi’s heart flutter.
After not hearing the painfully fake moans of porn, Megumi realized that his neighbor was too injured to even try and cover up his nightmare activities.
Before Megumi could realize what he was doing, his keys were in one hand and the other was knocking on his neighbor’s door.
When the noises stopped, Megumi didn’t hear anything for a minute. He tried the doorknob, only to find it unlocked.
His neighbor was an idiot.
Megumi pushed open the door with an abundance of caution. A man crazy enough to become a vigilante is a man crazy enough to trap his apartment.
He took a hesitant step in and saw the trail of blood leading further into the apartment. Megumi felt his heart drop to the floor. There was so much blood.
Now, Megumi was no stranger to blood.
In order to avoid long meetings with his father and his business partners, Megumi took up an apprenticeship with the family doctor. He argued to his father that a good leader didn’t need to rely on others, and therefore know how to patch himself up.
Thankfully, his father didn’t see through him.
Megumi felt his hours of medical training kick in as he shut the door behind him, locking it.
He moved slowly into the apartment, calling out a hesitant “Yuuji?”
There was a small groan, so Megumi continued.
“It’s Megumi, your neighbor?” Another pained noise.
Megumi managed to find his neighbor propped up against his bedroom wall, tying gauze around his wounds, not even bothering to tie it correctly.
Megumi’s neighbor was a bigger idiot than he originally thought.
Megumi couldn’t hide the snarl in his voice when he commented “You’re doing it wrong,” while gesturing to the first aid kit strewn about the room.
Yuuji looked up at him, his eyes glazed over, as he gave a small smile.
Megumi couldn’t find any spot in his cold soul to be mad at such a pathetic sight.
Megumi walked into the bathroom, and washed his hands, before returning to Yuuji’s side and snapping on some gloves.
Megumi let out a long sigh before beginning to stitch his dumbass neighbor back together again.
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This might have been the first time Megumi patched up his neighbor, but it wasn’t the last. It would also not be the last time Megumi ended up in his neighbor's bedroom.