#sukuna #両面宿儺

so that redraw trend right?

Bipolar with a long and high manic phase.

OBSESSED

“Built like a double door refrigerator”-Sukuna is life. You are doing the lords work.

More Sukuna. I enjoy studies like this 😋
#sukuna

Megumi has been so careful. Done everything to avoid this. Attention. Suspicion. Recordings.

Being a curiosity.

But this time there are traffic cameras, dash cams, phones, live streams.

And of course, Sukuna.

Parting the swerving truck like the Red Sea to protect Megumi.

That being that Megumi duped his demon. A thing that exists against all logic and science. The creature that, for the longest time, made Megumi think he was going mad. Hallucinating. Vividly. Auditory. Visual. Haptic.

But he’s not. He’s real. Hovering, protecting.

Everyone constantly having their phone out, someone always filming, taking pictures. Everything always captured. Always live.

So of course when the truck looses control, swerving into the swarm of pedestrians crossing the road someone captures it.

The shadowy creature that saves Megumis live.

Megumi growing up as a regular teenager, in an average town. Lower middle class. The grind to survive. A face of many.

It’s the rise of the internet. Of smartphones that throws everything in his life out of order.

Something cracks.

"I'll be okay". He's not sure who he is telling.

"If that changes call me", another flicker of red eyes, "I take care of what is mine".

Megumi swallows, throat dry. "Yours?".

"Is this", Mr.Ryoumens large hand flips to cover his abdomen, "not mine?".

Megumi watches as eyes so intense they almost look red, flick between his face and his small bump. One breath, two, three...

Mr. Ryoumen is the one that moves, Megumi has to crane his neck, sucks in air as the warm back of a hand gently ghosts over his exposed skin. "Words".

Megumi doesn't know how he could possibly be considered alone surrounded by an army of gardeners, cleaners, cooks and housekeepers. The sprawling estate a small business.

He nods regardless. Let's the tension settle back over them, let's the air charge with whatever this is.

Ryoumen elaborates, much more preceptive than he leads on, "I have to leave for 3 days, a supplier issues", his eyes drop to the small expanse of skin, "are you going to be alright alone?".

Alone?

The tension in the air is thick, Megumi feels his neck heat. "Do you need anything?" His voice is deep.

"I....", Megumi hesitates, what an odd first question, "I don't think so?".

It's the first time he's sought him out, the first time they are suddenly alone.

It's warmer out, Spring in full bloom, Megumi is just wearing leggings & a cropped hoodie,hand instinctively touching his stomach, showing just enough to fill his small palm.

It's 6 days before they find out the gender, Yorozu away for a spa weekend with her mother, the excitement slowly having weaned, that Megumi finds Mr. Ryoumen in the entrance of the guest house.

The first 10 weeks are brutal. He's sick a lot.

Struggling to rebalance his routine of University with the rules - the nutrition and the exercise, the music and the vitamins.

A few more weeks and he regains confidence - he can do this.

The first night in the ridiculously large, warm & comfortable bed, Megumi cries.

Big fat tears.

All he had to do was get knocked up. Years of hard work, studying, putting in the effort to get ahead.

All he had to do was lay back & spread his legs - like Toji always taunted.

When he calls Yorozu about the positive test she squeals so loud Megumi fears he might go deaf. Her joy & excitement is almost contagious.

His first Dr. appointment to confirm the pregnancy, his first payment & his move into the guest house are a whirlwind-a tsunami in his life.

He does his best not to think about how hot is feels inside of him, how the man two doors down towers above him, what he did for this to now be pushed into Megumi.

He prays it takes.

For the money.

Nothing has changed.

Megumi clings to that mantra even when he gets basted like a turkey in the posh medical clinic.

She desperately wants a baby and he just needs money. It has nothing to do with the man standing behind her. It has nothing to do with his eyes, the presence he commands, his stillness in the face of her misery, his unblinking focus on Megumi.

Nothing.

It's for the money.
It's just his own egg.

Megumi doesn't know if its the rug being pulled from under him or the sound of her crying, but when she approaches him, asks if he would be open to a traditional surrogacy - for more money, of course - he agrees.

None of the harvested eggs are viable. The count is too low. The agreement on the verge of falling apart - no payment until conception.

Horror and empathy swirling in his gut as Yorozu sobs at her infertility, the baby she so desperately wants.

Easy.

So easy.

Until it isn't.

Seven signatures.

That's all it takes to change the course of his life. His name on paper, seven times. Within the week of signing necessary legal agreements Megumi is at his first appointment. They'll harvest the eggs & sperm from the couple & he will grow the fertilized egg.

Its overwhelming how fast the situation tips from hypothetical to real. Megumi wonders if he should research this before agreeing - pretend he has the luxury, or even the will, to walk away from this opportunity.

This amount of money. His lease is up in 8 weeks too. He needs...

Mr. Ryoumen doesn't even stand when the meeting ends.

It's his wife who walks with Megumi, takes his dry hands into her much softer ones; "If you can find it in your heart to give us this most selfless gift, we would love to have you". She smiles, genuine. Their choice made.