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"Kindred spirits are like-minded and like-souled people with whom an instant connection of love and understanding is mutually experienced. The connection is inimitable and often defies verbal description" – Dr. Carla Manly
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Megumi is not a pacer. He is not one to show signs of restlessness, does not let things people generally find stressful get to him, insides matching the stoic look on his face on most occasions, and the few times something sizzles in him it is hidden deep enough for even himself to barely take notice in it. Right now, however, the blood in his veins has been replaced by sparkling water and he simply can’t sit still. It is highly unusual, to say the least.
The reason for this is even more unusual: it is caused by a person. A man, to be precise. A man he started talking to online not too long ago, who he instantly felt the most genuine connection with and if there is some kind of fate, this is the ultimate proof that fate is a cruel mistress. Megumi has experienced the strongest, realest, rawest liaison in his life, and the man in question lives twelve hours away. By flight.
Megumi forces himself to sit down on a bench for a while before someone ends up calling security, takes out his phone from his pocket with shaky hands. He behaves as he would have a bomb strapped to his chest. It feels like he does.
He already called Nobara three times in hopes of getting comfort while enduring the horrible hours of waiting for the plane to arrive, and the truth is that the only thing that had happened was Nobara being entertained by hearing the tremble in Megumi’s voice when he rambled on about the scenarios he made up in his mind. It doesn’t stop him from calling again.
“What if he doesn’t like the way I smell?” Megumi says the second Nobara picks up.
“What if you don’t like the way he smell?” Nobara resorts, to which Megumi scoffs.
“There is no way.”
“I think he reasons the same way. You’ll be fine. How many hours did you spend grooming yourself before heading to the airport?”
Megumi looks down his legs. It had been hours. Shaving, scrubbing, body lotion, coconut oil, half an hour fixing his hair, changing his clothes at least five times which had left the hotel room he was staying in a complete mess. As it happens, his skin is really glowy, which might have to do with the fact that he has been devouring a lot of fruits lately. Apples, oranges, kiwis, strawberries. Pineapples.
“Besides,” Nobara says, interrupting his trail of thoughts. “He is the one that is going to be sticky from spending hours on a plane. You’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” Megumi says. “Yeah, you are right.”
He knows this. They have spent enough time video calling and texting and sending voice records for him to know that everything is going to be just fine, but that does little to help the feeling that his intestines is going to come flying up his throat at any given second.
“What if I don’t recognize him?”
Nobara chokes out a laugh. “He is six feet tall with tattoos on his face."
“What if I have been catfished?”
“Now you are just being ridiculous. Look, I’ve got to go to work, I’m sorry.”
“Okay. He should be here any minute, so I think I’ll be okay. I hope.”
“Yes, you will. Talk to you later.”
Megumi fights the urge to chew his cuticle when he starts to pace again, back and forth, back and forth, in front of the large monitors that shows the time of arriving and departing planes. He has already been there for two hours, which is definitely unnecessary, yet he did not know what else to do.
By the time the right plane lands, Megumi is so nervous he might actually pee his pants. It takes forever before people comes walking from the gate. Megumi’s legs are soft and shaky when he first spots the person he is looking for. The pink hair is an instant give-away, warm, brown eyes flitting around in search for something. Someone. His outfit is simple, white T-shirt and black jeans, and despite having spent a whole day onboard a plane he looks like a whole fucking meal. He is already smiling when he spots Megumi, and it grows wider, making him resemble a big cat. The way he hurries past the people in front of him to get there faster is everything Megumi have envisioned, and better.
A backpack is dropped to the floor to not be in the way before strong arms engulf Megumi’s body in the hardest embrace he has ever received, his feet even leaving the floor. Megumi instantly wraps his arms around broad shoulders. He is even taller than Megumi envisioned, his frame bulky and strong, smelling faintly of lavender soap, and warmth. A heavy sigh spills over Megumi’s neck. Not until now does Megumi realize he must have been freezing, as any trace of cold is being replaced with a raging inferno.
“Hey boo.”
Megumi nearly sobs. All of the longing, the waiting, the harsh clawing need is still throbbing through every nerve in his body, mixed with fluttering relief and the purest joy he has felt in a long time. Perhaps ever.
Not being one to easily trust or even like people, Megumi had been very surprised to find himself enchanted by this man from the very beginning. It had been simple at first. Talking about music, sharing playlists, little this and that about how their days were going. Then he received a happy new year’s boo and it made him smile in a way he didn’t even knew he was capable of, and he told him that he liked being called that, and got the answer that it would keep happening because you come off as a boo to me.
He has never, ever come off as a boo to anyone in his entire life. Whether it was intentional or not, the guys he hooked up with prior to this had made him feel the opposite way. He was too much of a tough cookie, too stoic, too aloof, to even be considered being gifted a cute nickname.
It got even better when he, after texting some more and sending some lovey-dovey GIF’s, was told that seeing a cute side of you feels like a gift and Megumi’s heart exploded in his chest because he knew that he somehow had managed to find someone, a man on the other side on the world, that understood him in a way no one had before. In a way he had always wished to be understood.
And there he is now. Holding Megumi in his arms like he has longed for it his entire life, pressing Megumi’s body so, so, so hard against his own with his face buried to his neck in a way one only see in movies.
“Sukuna”, Megumi sighs. “Oh my god, fucking finally.”
Megumi trails his fingertips over the muscles in Sukuna’s back, and for a second he think that he must be dreaming. He has seen him without any clothes at all while video calling on multiple occasions, both sexual and casual. Now that he finally gets to touch he might just purr. He is even bigger than Megumi thought.
“Oh fuck, it feels so good to hear you say my name.” Sukuna nuzzles his nose under Megumi’s ear. “Do it again.”
“You’ve heard me do that a hundred times,” Megumi says with a small laugh.
“Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t count. Again.”
“Sukuna,” Megumi murmurs. “Sukuna, Sukuna.”
A low rumble is heard from deep in Sukuna’s chest when he hums. He wraps his arm even tighter around Megumi, hard enough to make him squeak. He can’t stop smiling, and instead of letting his legs flail in thin air, he hook them around Sukuna’s waist, clinging onto him like a koala bear. People are walking past them, some of them talking on the phone, someone muttering under their breath about them being in the way. They don’t hear a thing.
Small kisses are soon planted on Megumi’s neck. As good as it feels, it also makes him nervous. It has been on his mind for the past days. Would they kiss right away? They have had plenty of sex over the phone, but was their first kiss going to shared in the middle of the airport? There had been a small, silly thought of wanting something prettier. Movielike. Now all of that doubt is out the window, they could have been at a dump for all he cared, all he wants is to taste the man he has longed so much for. Is it not movielike enough that they found each other like they did? Megumi gently tugs Sukuna’s hair.
“Kiss me properly.”
Sukuna instantly leans back, snakes a hand in Megumi’s hair and he is so eager that the first kiss is more like a bite, Megumi’s bottom lip getting pressed hard against Sukuna’s teeth, making both of them grunt before laughing and trying again. The second kiss is better, and the third even more so.
Sukuna tastes of mint, and Megumi should do the same since it was not long ago he was frenetically chewing a gum to make sure he would taste okay. Just in case. Like they really would have ever managed to wait to kiss until getting out of there.
“You taste good,” Sukuna says, lips still close enough to touch Megumi’s.
“So do you.”
“And you really are petite. Damn. My backpack weighs more than you.”
“Let’s not exaggerate.” Megumi keeps clinging onto Sukuna when he bends down and fetches his bag from the floor. Sukuna starts to walk, one arm still wrapped around Megumi’s body, holding him pressed tight to his chest. Megumi’s cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much. “I can walk on my own.”
“I know you can, but I might as well carry you. At least until I get my luggage.”
And so he does. Any other day, Megumi would have been embarrassed. He is a grown ass man clinging onto another grown ass man like his life depends on it while they stroll across the airport. Today, none of that matter.
Not until they are outside, the heat from the bright June afternoon washing over them, does Megumi put his feet to the ground. Sukuna leans down to kiss him again. They try to move away after just a smooch, to no avail. Dropping the bags to the ground, Sukuna pulls Megumi closer, kissing him again, licking his lips, asking for permission. Megumi opens his mouth, letting Sukuna in. As if he would ever deny him anything.
“How far is the hotel?” Sukuna murmurs in between kisses.
“Half an hour,” Megumi whispers back. He slides both hands over Sukuna’s neck, down his chest, ghosting over his ribs and hips, feeling the hard muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt, yet it still not enough for him to believe any of this is real. That they are finally here.
“The second we get there; I am going to take a shower.” Sukuna’s hand find its way back to Megumi’s hair again, making him tilt his head back with a not-too-gentle tug. Megumi parts his lips, eyes flickering over Sukuna’s face, molten lava pooling in the pit of his stomach. Seeing how Sukuna already has turned heavy-lidded makes him tremble. “Then I am going to tear you apart.”
“You better,” Megumi murmurs, drawing a laugh from Sukuna. That rumbling, nerve-tickling laugh he has heard many times before, but without feeling it vibrate in his chest like he does now. “Let’s go.”
They get on the train that is going to take them back to the city. Megumi lives several hours away from there, but this was the most practical airport for Sukuna to travel to without having to wait for a flight change for several hours. They are therefore going to spend a night at the hotel Megumi arrived at yesterday before heading to his hometown the next day.
While riding the train, their conversation is casual. It has always have been like that, since the very first call, when Megumi had been so nervous he could barely breathe before dialing Sukuna’s number for the first time. He has a thing for voices and had admittedly been anxious to hear Sukuna, terrified of being disappointed. Saying that he had ended up very pleased is a serious understatement. That man’s voice could set ice on fire. Not to mention what he had felt the first time Sukuna sent him a picture of himself. He was convinced it had to be fake until they had their first video call.
In the beginning of their relationship, they quickly found enjoyment in simple small talk, and they were just as fast to dig into the deepest of topics. Their kinks has been one of the most popular ones, without a doubt, deciphering their needs and wants. It had not taken long for them to conclude that once they met, they were going to fuck. A lot.
Sukuna talks about the flight, the old man a couple of rows back that had snored throughout the entire trip, Megumi talks about his train ride and the sorry noodle cup dinner he made himself with the help of the kettle available in his hotel room.
After speaking for months through mostly video calls and voice recordings, Megumi is used to hearing Sukuna’s voice. The difference now is that he can listen to him while trailing the tip of his fingers over the black tattoos leaping around Sukuna’s left wrist, up over his strong forearms, down again to touch the prominent veins on Sukuna’s hand, which is resting on top of Megumi’s thigh as they talk, thumb slowly sweeping over his jeans. Back and forth. Back and forth. A gesture so casual it is easy to forget they have not touched each other at all up until just minutes ago.
When the weight of Sukuna’s hand starts to travel further up his thigh, Megumi’s pulse instantly races. There are not many others riding the train, no one would see anything unless they got up from their seat, but that does not take away the fact that they are in a public space. Sukuna glances around before turning in his seat, facing Megumi, leaning closer.
“Can’t you help yourself for thirty minutes?” Megumi whispers. He bites his bottom lip when Sukuna pushes the heel of his palm over his crotch. He spreads his legs, completely unable to hide his greed. “Fuck…”
“I can’t help myself for thirty seconds,” Sukuna answers in a low voice, close to Megumi’s neck, breathing out a soft laugh. He pushes his hand down harder, giving Megumi’s crotch a couple of slow, experimental rubs. “You should know. Fuck, I can’t wait to mark you all over. You smell so fucking good, baby.”
A hard throb clenches through Megumi’s cunt, so hard it almost hurts. The things Sukuna has been able to make him feel through text and with his voice alone is multiplied by a hundred with his touch. When Sukuna’s fingers starts to fumble with the button to his jeans, it takes all of Megumi’s strength to wrap his hands around his wrist to hold him back.
“Wait,” Megumi breathes. The way Sukuna’s face twists in a grimace makes him smile. “You’ll have to wait, big guy. Just a bit longer.”
“Damn it.” Sukuna slumps down with his head resting on Megumi’s shoulder. “Sorry. God, I’m such a fucking simp. You are going to drive me fucking insane.”
“Speak for yourself,” Megumi says with a soft laugh.
“We could go to the bathroom?”
“I’m not going to let our first time be inside the bathroom on a train, you animal.” Megumi’s voice is shaky from withheld laughter. “You can handle it. We have waited for half a year, what difference is a couple of more minutes going to make?”
Sukuna grabs Megumi’s thigh again and gives it a firm squeeze. With his lips close to Megumi’s ear, he licks his lips, making a small, wet sound with his tongue that is definitely on purpose. Megumi know what is coming before Sukuna speaks, takes hold of his shoulders with both hands as if to ground himself.
“You’re about to find out,” Sukuna murmurs. “You picked a shirt that would show off your neck on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Might have,” Megumi says. Sukuna chuckles, low and deep in his ear, touching the hem of Megumi’s shirt, pulling it down to expose more of his shoulder and collarbone. Megumi shivers hard enough for it to show on his body.
“You little brat,” Sukuna purrs. “You better wear this tomorrow as well, to show off all the marks I am going to leave on you.”
“I will,” Megumi breathes. “Everyone will know who I belong to.”
Sukuna murmurs something Megumi swear is a muffled fuck against his cheek. The tip of Sukuna’s fingers slips over his collarbone and up to his neck, a featherlight touch, yet enough to make Megumi’s cunt throb once more.
“I am going to have a hard time deciding what to do with you first,” Sukuna whispers. “I want to have you on your back so I can see you come undone when I fuck you deep, and slow. I want to have you on your hands and knees so I can spank your skin until it’s red and swollen, until you scream and cry. I want to tease you until you beg for more, and then eat you out until you beg me to stop.”
“I would never beg you to do stop,” Megumi whispers back.
“Trust me, baby. I will keep going until you are pulling my hair and shoving my head to let you rest. And I still won’t, not until you are shaking and crying and kicking to get me away.”
“I can’t wait.”
A man a couple of rows back gets up from his seat and walks past them. From the outside it will show that they are up to something, with the way Sukuna is looming over Megumi and his lips that close to his ear combined with the blissful expression on Megumi’s face, and he simply does not give a single damn. He wants the whole world to know that this man is about to devour him the second they arrive to their destination.
He wants the whole world to know that what they have is something people searches for their entire lives.
Megumi grins at the way Sukuna tug the front of his jeans when they are getting up their seats. The walk from the station to the hotel is thankfully very short and they don’t even try to keep away from each other while riding the elevator to the right floor. Stumbling though the corridor, Megumi dropping the key card on the floor and cursing through gritted teeth and fumbling when trying to pick it up makes both of them laugh again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Sukuna chuckles.
Megumi yanks the door open and struggle to get free from his shoes as fast as he can by sloppily stepping on the heels. Sukuna drops his bags to the floor while doing the same, more or less throws himself over Megumi, kissing him again, and again, and again. Deep, filthy, greedy, hungry, at first holding Megumi’s face, but soon moving them to grab his thighs instead and hurls him up into his arms.
Megumi clings onto his hard-muscled body, moaning against his lips when Sukuna pushes him against the wall, grinding his cock against Megumi’s ass. Any worries that their kisses would not be good is forgotten. The taste of Sukuna, tongue rolling over Megumi’s, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, everything is exactly the way he envisioned.
Megumi claws his hands over Sukuna’s back to pull his shirt up but can’t get it off him unless Sukuna lifts his arms. It ends up crumbled under his armpits as Sukuna refuses to let Megumi go.
“I have to shower,” Sukuna tries.
“Shut the fuck up,” Megumi says under his breath. “I am not waiting that long, just go and wash what you need.”
Sukuna unceremoniously put Megumi down the floor and heads into the bathroom at that. While he is roaming around in there, Megumi walk over to the bed. It has been made during the time he was away to pick Sukuna up at the airport. He pull his shirt and pants off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. The wining from the tap is followed by hurried splashes and Sukuna hisses something sounding like shit that’s cold. Megumi adjusts his legs from sitting crossed leg to spreading them, knees bent and leaning back to support his upper body on his elbows. No reason to play coy. To be safe, he quickly shove his hand down his underwear, pushes a finger inside his pussy and licks it off. Still good.
Sukuna soon comes into the room, wearing only a pair of gray boxers and the traces of water all over them makes Megumi wonder why he even bothered letting them stay on when he apparently did wash his cock. The thought of water splashed all over the floor in the bathroom would have made Megumi grin if it wasn’t for the fact that he was far too busy ogling Sukuna’s body.
“Stay just like that,” Sukuna says as he crawls up the bed. Megumi obeys, spreading his legs wider to make room for Sukuna between them.
“Fuck, you are big.”
Megumi flits his eyes over Sukuna’s large arms, meaty chest and firm abdomen as he tower over him. Seeing it like that really is different from pictures or videos, and he reaches up to touch again, following the curves of Sukuna's biceps with the tip of his fingers before wrapping his hands around them. He is far from being able to reach the whole way. Sukuna put his hands on each side of Megumi’s head and leans deep over him, pushing his crotch against Megumi’s. Feeling the shape of his throbbing cock through the fabric of what little they are still wearing makes him even wetter.
“Bigger than you thought?” Sukuna murmurs.
“Much. I don’t know how that is even possible.”
“Just wait until you get to see my cock then,” Sukuna says with a playful grin. Megumi tilts his head to the side.
“Are you going to make me wait?”
“I am, since I’ve decided that before doing anything else, I am going to eat you out. And I know I said that I was going to tease you, but there is no fucking way I am going to be able to hold myself back to do that now. Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wished to devour your pussy?”
Megumi simply smiles. He knows. Oh, he knows. That is one of the things Sukuna has been talking about most when they have been having sex over the phone, how he wishes he was there to taste him, for Megumi to sit on his face, that he would walk through fire and over shattered glass to get a single god damn fucking lick of your pussy, I am not even kidding, I want to eat you so bad Megumi, I think I am losing my mind.
Sukuna is not doing anything at all to hide how eager he is. Several small snaps are heard from the seams in Megumi’s underwear when Sukuns yanks them off and throws them aside, leaving Megumi completely naked. Megumi is, as he expected, not the slightest nervous despite it being the first time for them actually doing it. All he feel when seeing the pitch-black arousal and greed in Sukuna’s eyes when he stares down Megumi’s pussy is mind-numbing fervor.
“Fuck. I knew your pussy would be pretty, but this is fucking insane.” Sukuna rubs the thumbs over Megumi’s outer lips, biting the tip of his tongue. “You were right. It was worth waiting for.”
“You said you would not tease me,” Megumi mumbles. “Come on.”
Sukuna obeys, thankfully. He pushes Megumi further up the bed and sinks down on his stomach, does not tease him even the slightest, no kisses, no nothing, simply buries his face between Megumi’s thighs, moaning as he swirls his tongue over Megumi’s soaking wet cunt. Megumi let his head fall back, but only far enough for him to be able to still look down at Sukuna.
“Fuck... O-oh my god.”
“Just call me Sukuna,” Sukuna murmurs, his eyes smiling when he glances up.
“Shut up,” Megumi chokes out. Sukuna gives Megumi’s inner lips another hard lick before flicking the tip of his tongue over his clit, making his legs jolt. “Fuck.”
Longing and waiting is certainly bittersweet. Having this pent-up greed building for such a long time must have something to do with how everything Sukuna does feels like it’s something electric buzzing over Megumi’s skin. Every single lick, suck and kiss, it is enough to make him dizzy with pleasure. Sukuna is a bit too eager, his vigorous sucking at one point causing the loudest sound Megumi has ever heard from between his legs, making both of them laugh.
“C-calm down,” Megumi says, voice shaky.
“Sorry,” Sukuna chuckles. He holds Megumi’s thighs harder, resume to moving his tongue over his hole, pushing the tip of his tongue as deep as he can. “Mmh-fuck, you taste so fucking good. What have you been eating? Pineapples?”
“Among other things,” Megumi mumbles.
“Mm… Thought so.”
“How about less talking and more eating?”
Sukuna hums, quickly looking up again. “Are you going to get all bratty with me already? Tell me how you want it, baby. Is it good? Should I do anything different?”
“It would be a lot better if you shut the hell up.”
“I want to make sure you-“
Megumi hooks his legs around Sukuna’s neck and pushes him down, smiling at the muffled grunt Sukuna lets out as his face is shoved down his wet mess again. Thankfully, Sukuna obeys. Hot, hard strokes of his tongue moving over Megumi’s pussy, always ending it with a flick over his clit that makes his legs shake with each lick. The familiar tingling of an oncoming orgasm soon pools in his stomach, spreading down his legs. The slight worry about not being able to come when being with Sukuna is already long forgotten. At this rate, he is going to come like a god damn slut within seconds.
Megumi scrambles his hands over the bed before grabbing Sukuna’s hair, holding it hard enough to make him grunt. It does not sound like he minds, and Megumi does not have it in him to care even if he would have, not when he is this close. Megumi groans loud through gritted teeth, shuddering, so close his eyes are tearing up.
“Hah-fuck, Suk-nah-!” It is then Sukuna stops. Megumi lifts his hips, trying to grind against Sukuna’s face, whining as the tickling warmth fades from his body when Sukuna won’t let him have it his way. “Don’t stop, I-I was so close.”
“I know,” Sukuna purrs. “I know what you sound like when you are about to come.”
Sukuna straightens and licks his lips. The grin spreading on his face makes Megumi squirm, dread filling his chest, mixed with frustration and panicked arousal. He should have known. He really, really should have known. I’m really into orgasm control, and denial.
“You can’t be serious,” Megumi hisses.
“Of course I am.”
“At a time like this? Are you out of your mind? I won’t let you! You said that you would not be able to tease me.”
“I know,” Sukuna chuckles. “I honestly thought that I wouldn’t, but something about you makes it very hard to resist.”
Megumi wriggles to get free from Sukuna’s hands, but he won’t let go. Megumi groans, only resulting in Sukuna’s smile to grow wider and a laugh to rumble from deep in his chest again.
“Fucking asshole,” Megumi whimpers.
“Aw. Baby, you can bark all you want. It’s not going to help you.” Sukuna’s smile is vicious enough to make Megumi shudder. “Relax. You will get there. In due time.”
*
The first days they barely sleep at all, save from onboard the train taking them to Megumi’s hometown. It is probably for the best so that they don’t risk getting thrown off for engaging in very explicit PDA.
One of the first things they do when arriving to Megumi’s apartment is to take a well-needed shower after the long train-ride and Megumi gets his first, proper taste of Sukuna’s cock, sitting on his knees on the cool, tiled floor, water drumming over his back and neck and Sukuna’s large hands in his hair, holding him firmly while thrusting into his willing mouth. Megumi chokes and gags and cries, just like he told Sukuna he would, and Sukuna comes over his face, just like Megumi asked him to.
They fuck in the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, in the bathroom at a café, barely hidden behind an abandoned shelter in the forest behind Megumi’s apartment, in the back of Megumi’s car which is way too small for it to even seem like a remotely good idea. The strain in Sukuna’s neck afterwards proofs it. It does not stop him from going down on Megumi later that night, though, eating him out until Megumi is a wailing, crying, overstimulated mess, in the end begging him to stop.
Megumi has the strangest dream one night and Sukuna asks if he slept well with the most smug smile on his face the morning after. Megumi tells him about Sukuna’s extra set of arms that allowed him to hold Megumi in ways that otherwise would have been impossible, how he had fucked him with two, thick cocks and a mouth on Sukuna’s stomach had lapped a thick tongue to clean him up after both his holes had been soaked with cum. Sukuna does his very best to make that dream come true with the help his normal amount of limbs, and a large dildo he apparently brought with him there, making Megumi come so hard he pass out.
While sleeping together is a big part of what they do, they spend a lot of time with other activates as well. Cooking is one of them, as Sukuna has promised to show Megumi his culinary prowess, and even though Megumi never doubted him, the way Sukuna manages to turn the simplest ingredients into an inferno of flavors literally leaves him speechless as he is too busy enjoying the meal.
They play Majora’s Mask through a whole day and night, pausing only to eat instant noodles and head out to buy red wine. During a visit at a local museum, Megumi gets to see what Sukuna looks like when having a next to childish spark of curiosity when walking around the exhibition.
Megumi tries his best not to think about the fact that Sukuna is heading back home in two weeks, but he is undeniably dreading it. Sukuna does not mention it either, but it is easy to see that the thought crosses his mind at a daily basis, his eyes hollow and sullen at times he think that Megumi can’t see. Megumi knows that when they are standing on the train station where they are going to say good-bye, he will feel that time has passed way too fast, no matter how few hours they sleep.
The flow of time is always cruel.
It supposed to be one of the hottest days that summer on the day of Sukuna’s departure. It is still early morning and both Megumi and Sukuna are silent for the most part while walking to the train station. They did not sleep at all that night. Megumi regrets the decision that he is not going to follow Sukuna to the airport. No need for both of them to be bored there, Sukuna had said when they were planning for his visit. No need for Megumi to waste his money on the rather expensive train tickets to get there and back again just to say good-bye. Megumi is not too sure about that now. Sukuna was probably right, but they are missing out on hours of time together.
While standing on the platform and waiting for the train to arrive, Sukuna holds his arms wrapped tight around Megumi’s body, Megumi leaning his cheek against his chest. There is no need for him to say that he does not want Sukuna to go. They both know how much the other is dreading the arrival of that train.
The second he spots it, his heart sinks to his stomach. Something in Sukuna shifts as well, his shoulders slumping, growing heavy. Still, he smiles at Megumi, cups his face in his hands and presses a kiss to his lips. Megumi’s lips are stiff and his chin hurts from trying to hold back the tears. He can’t even properly kiss him back. It has been ages since he felt the burning of tears behind his eyes, and he loathes the thought of crying in front of Sukuna, but it can’t be helped.
“Please don’t cry, my boo,” Sukuna says. “You might make me do it as well.”
“I don’t believe that,” Megumi murmurs.
“Believe it.”
The train slows down, creeping up next to them. Megumi does not realize that he is holding Sukuna’s shirt so hard it is hurting his hands until then, and he slowly let’s him go, every single finger aching as he straightens them out.
“I am going to miss you so much.” Sukuna kisses Megumi’s stiff lips again, then his cheeks, first the left, and then the right. “So much.”
“And I will miss you,” Megumi croaks. He hates how close the tears are now. He does not want to be red-faced and puffy. Crying is a sign of weakness, that is what he has always believed, but what else is he supposed to do when it feels like his inside is turning to ash? Megumi quickly rubs his hands over his eyes in an attempt to wipe the tears away, yet his vision stays blurry. “O-okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Baby. My sweet, sweet boo. Please, don’t cry. You are breaking my heart.” Sukuna kisses Megumi again. The way he has knitted his brows and the glaze over his eyes makes Megumi’s heart sink even deeper.
“I can’t help it. G-get onboard now. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“I won’t be able to wait that long. And I want to hear your voice.”
“You can call me when you have passed the tunnels. The reception won’t work until then.”
“Okay.”
Sukuna smiles, resigned, gives him a small kiss again before reluctantly letting him go and pick up his bags from the ground. He gets onboard the train, and Megumi manages to watch it happen without throwing himself after him. Sukuna disappears out of sight when walking through the train, looking at the seats he passes while looking for the one that is his.
Megumi was planning on walking along on the outside of the train, but his muscles won’t cooperate. It feels like he is wearing a corset in the inside of his body, the breaths he tries to take does not offer him any oxygen and he know it is not going to let go for the rest of the day. Perhaps longer than that. He supposes the hollowness inside him will fade to something more manageable, but right now he can’t muster the strength to even blink.
Megumi is not one to ponder over life and its purposes. If there are any gods, if there is something called fate. It simply hasn’t crossed his mind, because there was never a reason for it to. Now he can’t help but wonder. What did he do to deserve such a cruel fate? What did he do wrong in earlier life to deserve a punishment like this?
Love is supposed to be easy; love is supposed to be filled with struggles. Love is something that happens when you least expect it; love is something you choose. Megumi has heard it all. He also thought he had loved before, but he is getting more and more uncertain if that really has been the case. How could that have been love when it had been nowhere close to being even remotely anything like what he is feeling now?
Eternities goes by before the train begins to move again, heading south. Megumi tries to spot Sukuna through the windows but does not catch even a glimpse. Perhaps that is for the best.
The train goes into a tunnel, it's red lights disappearing further and further away. Soon it is out of sight. Megumi’s feet are still glued to the ground as he is staring at entrance to the dark tunnel. As if he expects something to happen. He chokes out a mix of a laugh and a sob, almost scaring himself, quickly wiping the palm of his hand over his wet cheeks. He has not been crying for ages.
His phone starts to ring in his pocket. If it wasn't for the fact it might be Sukuna, he would have ignored it. The screen shows the contact picture of Sukuna’s grinning face, that smile that makes him resemble a very big cat, and Megumi smiles through his tears. He sniffles softly before answering the call, ignoring that it might get disconnected right away.
“Hey,” Megumi mumbles.
“Hey boo. Promise not to get angry with me.”
A soft ruffling is heard behind him, followed by a thud as something is dropped to the ground. Megumi forgets how to breathe. He slowly lowers the phone from his ear, eyes still fixed at the tunnel. Megumi looks down at the phone in time to see the call ending, his voice barely audible when he speaks:
“Are you for real?”
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to wait that long.”
Megumi takes a deep, deep breath through his nose. Closes his eyes. He takes a second to memorize this very feeling, this very moment, to store it in his heart. The morning sun already warming his skin, the smell of summer in the air, the soft rustling of leaves in the trees on the other side of the tracks, the sound of steps coming closer. Megumi opens his eyes. Turns around.
What would you say if I just happen to miss my flight?
“You are such a fucking simp.”