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Megumi was in his third year of medical school. He had just started his residency a few weeks ago since the start of this semester. All work is shit. His life is shit too. Oh, to be treated less than garbage in the operating room, and having to deal with his professor’s shitty lectures daily and endless exams made him want nothing more than the sweet, sweet release of Lady Death.
Med School had already been hard. Why did he take his benefactor’s offer to experience life in extremely hard mode and start this brutal career path following Gojo’s footsteps? Why did he enroll in his specialized study program to be a surgeon for bright young students that day? It might just be his brain desperately crying for help and blaming everything and everyone around him for this life choice.
But honestly, this choice had always been his, not because of Gojo’s influence, nor had he ever pulled any strings to get Megumi in college, nor a false promise of an easy life if you become a doctor that everyone spreads around. This career is a difficult path, Megumi had always known this from the very start.
Maybe it’s a tale from a long time ago, with his mentor’s smiles so full of satisfaction after one of his successful operations. Maybe it’s the excitement in Gojo’s voice when he talks about his cases and the enthusiasm he spreads when he explains something Megumi asked. Maybe it’s the gentleness in Geto’s cares when he came over to help that time Megumi had fallen sick, so Gojo could have some proper rest because he was too frantic the whole time. Maybe it’s some late at night, Megumi caught Gojo wide awake sitting in a dimly lit kitchen staring into the darkness after his shifts, his tired eyes hidden under his shade, as he quickly wept away the tears shed for some unfortunate patients he failed to save.
Maybe it’s Megumi’s dreams of chasing after the thrill of their adventures, to be strong, and to save people like his mentors. Maybe it’s that one moment of weakness had made Megumi want to share his burdens, to shift the weight of the world from Gojo’s shoulder, to let him know that he’s only human, that he’s not alone.
Megumi and Nobara were the only two qualified students who had passed their entrance tests for Gojo’s program this year. There were two students in this program in Tokyo school before him, Okkotsu-senpai and Inumaki-senpai. There’re few others attended their sister school in Kyoto. Okkotsu-senpai is the only senior he respected, though.
An exciting program, funded by three rich-rich old-money clans and judged by a council, covered all tuition’s fees and costs of supplies needed for textbooks and laboratory training. They were offered free accommodation in a decent flat near their institution; rents and all living expenses were paid off by the fund. Other than that, the program offered a generous amount of monthly sponsorship for their studies and their training other than their salaries for their residency training program from the hospital.
Well. Was that offer too good to be true? Yeah, the price they had to pay for the trade is their souls. Or maybe what left of it after being tossed through fire and drained through every one of Gojo’s lectures. The program aimed to shorten the amount of compulsory time requirement at school and in the training field to be a surgeon, cutting off all the unnecessary time spent filling out forms and waiting for the rigid procedures to happen from the higher-up.
From 13 years of studies and practices sequentially, they could get the title and perform the practice in 6 to 8 years. Which also meant their schedule was booked full with general classes, advanced classes, labs and field training, and most recently, 4 shifts per week of residency at the hospital.
Their curriculum was carefully curated by Gojo Satoru himself to speed up their general training and classes processed through his own experiences, a non-conflict schedule with enough freetime to function like a human being was guaranteed. But little did they know, Gojo Satoru should not be considered a normal human being in statistic and probability. He is a statistical anomaly that should be left out of the chart. It’s the same situation they had with that one world herritage post:
“average person eats 3 spiders a year" factoid actualy (sic) just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted”
The man was an absolute academic weapon that held the power of God in the palm of his hand. He was homeschooled by his family, got accepted to the most pregtigous medical school at insanely young ages, and finished his studies in two years while still having not met his age requirement for his residency. Residency was compulsory, and you must be at least 18 to participate in any activities that involved real patients, so Gojo just took on another bachelor instead and worked on his master degree to pass some time.
At the age of 21, Gojo Satoru, the Youngest Certificated Surgeon of All Times held the most prestigious pride of The Most Outstanding Performance Award for Trauma Surgeon every year ever since his career started. No average person could achieve that much in their whole lifetime.
As a child under Gojo’s care since he was five, Megumi is so damned proud of him. But as his student? Damn him, his impressive list of achievements doesn’t mean that the man has the ability to teach shit.
Gojo just refuses to change his teaching methodologies. He said this would boost their brainpower and ensure his students would not leave his classes if they weren’t strong and capable individuals. Which also mean they might not be able to leave his class at all.
Megumi had 20 years experiences in listening to Gojo’s non-stop yapping, but Nobara is new to this. To understand shits Gojo said in classes, they had been using 200 percent of their brain capabilities to filter out all the useless shits he rambled about his personal life, his current interests, his random thoughts, and the God-knows-what half-love half-hate somehow-divorced-but-not-even-started-dating-yet complexity of his relationship with Geto-sensei during their lectures. Megumi and Nobara have been stretching their brain cells thin to get some actually important, priceless pieces of purified information and crystallized intelligence from Mr. Child Prodigy himself.
And since Mr. Child Prodigy himself is so damn astonishing, he constantly fucked off to God-know-where to perform lifesaving surgeries that’re basically a work of miracle for patients all the damn time. Hence, half of the time Gojo’s classes were cancelled; the other half were treated as quality bonding time with his beloved students. Sometimes he terrorized someone to do his work for him; sometimes he could get his friends from work to fill in for him, mostly it’s Geto-sensei or Shoko-sensei. They had been Gojo’s closest friends from his residency for 20 years or so, about the same time Gojo took Megumi into his care.
The program was indeed hard, but it should not be that extreme for them on a regular basis. Their workload is three times the amount a student of other major would have, twice the amount a normal med-student had. That’s fine though, they’re capable of carrying this kind of workload and passed all the exams just fine. But Gojo wasn’t one to give the final grades for the terms at the end of the semester, and he wasn’t the one to decide whether his students qualified for the field at this young age or not. There was a council to prepare the test and judge their results.
They could pass all of these tests with at least a B- with just the lectures alone and barely any preparation. But they’re Gojo’s students, and Megumi was under Gojo’s guardianship. They wanted to make a name for themselves and attest to the eminence of their mentor. Megumi wanted to prove to those bastards up there that Gojo hadn’t went soft or had any bias on him because Megumi was under his care. Megumi had been studying to keep his straight A’s streak, and his performances exceeded the higher up expectations of them.
「September 09」
Three sleepless nights in a row, he got to prepare for another midterm. Dammit, it’s the third one this week they got to attend. Nobara came over to his place to start their study session the previous night. He had counted at least 10 times she said she should just quit right there. Damn right, he wanted to quit right here too.
Words from Gojo’s lectures started to bleed into each other in his notes. Nobara had given in to a nap, and the narrator inside his head sounded suspiciously like a particular someone. The feeling of numbness and tingling rang under his skin as the last warning before his body gave out of exhaustion. That’s it. Megumi stepped away from his coffee table filled with his notes, lecture slides, and textbooks.
“Hey, take the bed. You’re gonna hurt your neck, then complain the whole day tomorrow if you sleep like that.” Megumi gently shook her shoulder. Nobara groaned, she tried to pry her eyes open but just gave up after one single take and flops into the couch. He signed then shooed her to bed.
Grabbing his coat, he headed out to the chilly September night. Megumi definitely needs some fresh air to clear his head and reduce his desire to murder that particular someone with obnoxiously cocky grins and eyes so blue it pierced through your souls.
「Thu 1:52 A.M.」
Megumi checked his phone as he entered the diner, their usual place that opens 24/24 near his flat. His eyes scanned through the place. Slow night, there’s only one customer other than him in the store. Megumi and Nobara were their regulars, they had pulled a few all-nighters here and some other visits to pick up coffee on the way to school or to try out their baked goods and treats that aren’t too sweet or treacly for Megumi’s tastes. The owner was a nice old lady; she greeted him with a smile so warm it healed part of his dull soul. She reminds him of Tsumiki. Maybe there’s still goodness in people after all.
“What can I get you today, Megumi?” She sweetly asked. “Coffee? Black as usual?”
“Yes, black...” like his soul and his future. “And a sandwich with that too, please.” he said. He should have something easy to digest for lunch since the last time he ate was at ten this morning.
She poured him a new cup of freshly brewed coffee as she gleefully took his order. He offered her a polite nod with his politely moderated expression and a ‘Thank you’ in return.
He let his face drop when the owner turned away to prepare his sandwich. The light in his eyes died a bit. He was just so damn tired. It wasn’t Gojo that he’s mad at--well maybe a bit. For a whole week, they had to skim through and listen to all 100 hours of his useless yapping sessions to find some real knowledge. Every time Megumi closed his eyes, he could still hear his voice beside his ears. His annoying little yapper had become the narrator in Megumi’s head. This tiny version of Gojo just popped up like a devil on his shoulder and fed into his intrusive thoughts and refused to go away. Fuck.
The feelings of paresthesia crawled under his skin like spiders. Hunger rang in his ear, crying for help again. His vision blurred out a bit. His eyes had lost their ability to autofocus, he had to manually adjust his vision to take in anything nearby. Gojo would scold him for treating his body like this, as if the man didn’t live the same lifestyle anyway.
Gojo didn’t force any of them to be awake all days and nights to study. He has his teaching methodologies and his ways of persuasion, but never once had he ever pressed his students. The high council and the sponsors from the clans were the people Megumi wanted to burn in the pit of hellfire he lit with hatred. Those people were desperate to find any chance to take Gojo down and destroy his reputation. Megumi wanted to lure them all in his garden of darkness; he would just tear them apart, he tears them apart, limbs from limbs, to make them say his name while he force-fed them their eyeballs, TO MAKE THEM KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE WISHED IT WERE A BEAR IN THE FOREST WITH THEM INSTEAD OF HIM.
Megumi took a long sip of his coffee; instant caffeine boosted into his system. Ah, refreshment. He still felt the same amount of tiredness, but his heart beat faster now, a win. It did calm his nerves a bit, though. Another sip washed away the hunger with bitter-taste lingered in his mouth. Tedious. This was not supposed to be enjoyable anyway. Megumi and Nobara both knew that the council and the clan think of Gojo as an obnoxious asshole, and all of his proposals were shit and should not be given a single chance. They wanted to cancel this program; for their reasons: an unnecessity, incredibly expensive, and a waste of effort.
For the council, any performance earned less than an A is a failure. Megumi didn’t have his life plan out ahead; the fact that if he made it to this Friday would be a miracle. But he would do whatever it takes to accomplish his tasks, he ensured the best results possible for everything in his grips. Either he died in that progress, or his performances exceed far beyond excellence; both he’s absolutely fine with. Megumi would not let anyone have a chance to hurt his mentor.
Megumi finished his cup of coffee and fixed the expression shown in his eyes by the time the owner returned with his sandwich.
“Refill?” she asked blithely, pointing to his empty cup with her coffee pot. “I still think you should lower your caffeine intake, dear, but you seem to need it today.” She said softly.
“Yes, please.” He offered his cup. “It’s just busy sort of time.”
“Sure, dear. Just don’t strain yourself out too much.” She said while filling his cup.
Another cup of too much coffee. How many cups did he have that day again? He had stopped the count long before. He had long forgone his humane lifestyle, stayed hydrated by coffee instead of water, and sometimes he forgot to eat a whole day. The sandwich lay on the table before his eyes left untouched. He had lost his appetite sometime along the way, skipping meals unless there was anyone around to force him to sit down and eat. Just a moment to calm his thoughts. He probably should ask for packing this to go and ordered something to go for Nobara too; she had always craved sweets to make her brain function during their study sessions.
Fuck this midterm, fuck this semester, fuck his professor and his shit lectures, goddamn him, for someone who had multiple certificates proven him a genius, how could he act like a fool all the damn time. Fuck the council and these old geezers and their god damn rules.
And fuck that guy too, who has been staring at Megumi from across the bar since he stepped in this diner.
As much as his desires to die before he met the end of this week, but to get robbed and raped are not on the list of top most efficient ways how he wanted to stop this whole suffering.
Megumi barely had the energy to form a mere concept of minding his surroundings like Gojo has always reminded him. But damn, his trust issue did not give him rest. He mindfully made out the silhouette of a man through the conner of his emerald eyes without drawing any suspicion from the other.
His eyes catch a glimpse of pink hair and sharp jawlines. The man sat on the tall bar stool at the same front counter, across from Megumi, kept his long black coat beside him. He was very tall, maybe a bit taller than Gojo. His posture was good, from just a glance alone it screamed out confident and discipline; he was relaxed but that didn’t mean losing the intimidating side of his present.
Through his accessories, Megumi could tell there’s no doubt the man had taste and that he came from the upper class, if not to say he’s rich-rich-old-money Gojo’s type of rich. This was what Nobara would call how rich people casually dress. What was Megumi’s takes out of this? It’s God he’s so gay. That man’s drop dead gorgeous. Striking. Stunning. Megumi had no idea what colour was the man’s shirt, and clothing was the least of his priorities right now.
No. Megumi. Stay focus. Don’t go thirsting after stranger like that. He had never acted like this for anyone. Why now?
Megumi mentally slapped himself for acting like a common whore, which he absolutely should not. You got shit to do. He and Nobara had this shared joke between each other at the time like this, the night right before the exams.
'I have a better plan… I’ll marry a wealthy man.'
But. Nope. He would not. He refused to resort to this lowly way of life. Megumi just simply didn’t have the fitting characteristics to pursue that career path. He’s not made for the street.
Megumi tried to give him just an uninterested look, but he got to glance over again. Big strong arms, broad shoulders, absolutely packed under all of this. It took a lot of willpower to not give in to those thoughts. The man wore a pair of dress pants, loose fit, made his legs looked like they go on for miles. His shirt hugged his frame nicely as well, tucked, three top buttons left undone, shown off his pecs and the firm muscles under the thin layer. His large hand wrapped around a short crystal cup; whiskey, neat; lazily swirled it round, watching how the light reflexed on the golden liquid.
He's looking far too good for someone Megumi shouldn’t be interested in.
Hmm, looking that good at this sort of hour though...
A fucking serial killer for sure.
The man didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was checking Megumi out too. Is this harassment? Megumi asked himself. His fuzzy brain had lost its ability to decide whether that guy was on the receiving end of that term or he was, for drooling after the man in his mind. Be subtle, Megumi. Be subtle.
A handsome rapist was still a rapist. Amen. A rapist with body built like a Greek God was still a rapist. Amen. Don’t be a fool, Fushiguro Megumi. This is not the sort of ideal time of the day for you nor anyone to meet the love of your life or reunite with your soulmate.
Megumi placed his order of mixed-berries donuts and chocolate muffins, a chocolate milkshake for Nobara and another cup of coffee to go. The owner quickly finished it then packed it to go. He paid for his order, thanked the woman and left the place. He controlled his pace and cautiously looked for a sign of threat and prepared to turn back immediately if there was any single one.
As the footstep sound told him that the man paid for his drink and his order right there and followed after Megumi to the door. The target was Megumi from the very start huh? That stalker creeped behind him, the type of person he hated the most. Megumi had a strong urge to break his Hippocratic Oath and beat the shit out of that fucker then called an ambulance on the guy, took him to his hospital, patched him up and later made him go into debt for all of his medical expenses.
Megumi continued to walk forward, mindful of the man behind him. He did some reviews inside his mind. The test would start at 10 a.m. this morning, he had 8 hours left. Megumi did a quick calculation of how many slides and chapters he hadn’t reviewed. He had to leave at least one hour for a power sleep, another one to write up everything he could remember and explain in his words, 2 hours for cross-checking with Nobara to test their reflex, and 2 hours more to practice on the test format. It should work, a bit tight in his timeline, but it should work.
The hard part was the unfinished work. The reviewed slides and textbook take quite some time to fit in this schedule. When his thoughts wandered off to what he had to rewind in less than 2 hours and the amount of work he still left undone. Maybe to die in a dark alley was not a bad idea at all. He hoped that guy would make it quick and painless, though. A quite expensive demand for someone in his situation but who cared anymore.
He wasn’t some weakling who can’t fend for himself nor a damsel in distress desperately in need of some big, strong man came for her rescue. Megumi’s a wild wolf laying low in this city full of people; his instinct craved to bite, to fight. He knew damn well how to take down a rapist or any suspicious motherfucker that following people around with some malicious intent. He turned abruptly at the corner of that building, ready to confront the man.
“If you want to kill me, make it quick. I got places to be.” He said coldly, facing the man.
The footsteps following him stopped.
In a blink of an eye, the man moved swiftly to right next to him. Wait. That was way too fast. For anyone to move like that.
His vision dazed for a moment.
The next moment Megumi found himself stayed in the stranger’s arms, pressed to the brick wall at the side of the nearest building. The man’s hand cradled the back of Megumi’s head, protecting him from the sudden movement and the hard surfaces of the building. The other wrapped around his back, pressed their bodies close.
Waves of nostalgia held him like a cozy blanket. His mind flashed with memories of his, but none had ever happened. A sense of sage and incense enveloped him in early summer mornings, laying in his lover’s arms reading, tugged in a sunny spot in the front porch of their temple. Longing burned like a firepit deep inside his chest. His soul craved the warm from long forgotten dreams.
Half of the man’s face was hidden in darkness. Streetlight from behind contours his cheek bone, black tattoos line along his strong jawlines, defining his sharp features. His eyes pierced through Megumi like a predator on hunts. His stare was burning with desire and bloodthirst. Or was it yearning that Megumi found in his gaze?...
Tired of so many years spent on his feet, he just wanted to die right here in his warm embraces. He longed to be close. The other half of him missing that he didn’t realize. Something inside him just wanted to drown in the depths of those eyes, lit crimson in the ray of a nearby store neon lighting board. Let himself sink in that intense feeling of adornment burning deep inside him.
Wait
The man caressed his jawline with his knuckles, nudged his face upward by his fingers, and gently traced the plumb of his bottom lip with his thumb. His features were fine fine. Met his eyes, Megumi felt like a deer in the headlight.
Warm hand gripped at his waist. He's frozen there. Waiting for that man to lean in, as the ghost of breath passed over his lips-
Large palm stayed in the small of his back, covering almost all of it. Wet lips brushing against Megumi’s jaw, the sensation of it is quick to reach places in Megumi that should be impossible.
Kisses moving down his neck leave a wet trace. The man placed a broad lick on his neck preparing his skin. Kitten licks littered down on him some testing strips. Megumi unconsciously stopped taking in his breath. His heart had been beating out of control since his two cups of coffee on an empty stomach, and the man’s insane charm did not do some help. Sharp teeth gazing across his artery make him shudder.
Wait. What was that?
This body betrayed him. Megumi flushed cherry red. The tips of his ears burned as the blood rushed to stain his cheek scarlet and spread a shade of deep cherry to the nape of his neck. The hand Megumi placed on the man pecs was supposed to push the man away, but unconsciously grip tight into his shirt and dig into the warm. His desire threatened to take control of his thoughts.
The fuck was that Megumi?
Damn it, this is so embarrassing. He didn’t realize he was so touch-starved that he just wanted to lean into his touches and never leave.
He jolted awake just before a sharp pain jabbed in his neck. Pleasure shot through every single nerve in his body. Megumi let out a gasp for breath as his lungs ran out of air. Sharp fangs drew blood. Broad tongue licked a long strip on his neck. The man’s lips wrapping around his neck placed it in the wound, his warm breaths kissed his collar. His heart picked up its pace, palpitating wild pulses in his chest, pounding in his ears. Megumi could feel the other man’s lips curled into a grin before it hummed softly on his neck. Pleasure surged in his bite mark as tongue lapping at his skin. The suction on his skin made him shiver.
The other man abruptly flinched back. Megumi was left confused. He felt warm liquid flowing down his collarbones into a small puddle before trailing down his chest. Blood… That fucker just fucking bit me?
“Ew.”
The man spat out as if it’s the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted in his nine lives.
「Welcome to ‘How to Kill Your Crush 101’」
「Step 1: Talk to them」
“Your blood tastes like shit.” The man said, tried to spit and washing out the after-taste in his mouth. “Why are you like this?”
Megumi didn’t have an answer for that and he wanted to ask himself that question too.
Megumi felt himself taken in a deep breath as the first step to meditation, to suppress this mild feeling of disappointment. At what he wasn’t entirely sure. Somehow this man managed to kill every spark of emotions blooming inside Megumi in less than five syllabuses, something he didn’t even think of.
“The fuck is wrong with your inside?” That fucker had the gall to look offended.
The correct answer is everything. But now consider Megumi as offended. “The fuck you been running around biting people then?” He snapped back.
They said you were twenty times more likely to get bitten by a New Yorker than a shark. He believed in probability, but this was not New York, and Megumi didn’t expect that one day he would be a part of that survey. The chances were low but never zero, they did say. But, never once in his life had he ever thought of being bitten by a fucken rando in the middle of the night, and that fucker had the audacity to say he tasted like shit.
The man in front of him wiped blood from his lips, scowling at the disgusting taste– his taste. The thing is, Megumi doesn’t respect people. Respect is something hard-earned from the truthfulness of your actions and genuineness of your intentions. Megumi treated other people with the same amount of decency he considered in order to be polite, that was the least you should do and treat others as a human being. But Megumi’s decent amount of politeness compared to this motherfucker and his spat are the Good Shaman and His Acts of Savior. Screw him and moral accountability. He is a healer, but…
Megumi tightened his fists. His father had taught him the proper form of a fighter and how to throw a punch that damn hurts a very long time ago. He landed a perfect punch on that fucker’s face with all of his inner strength in this body.
There was an audible crack when the blow landed on the man’s yaw with all the repressed rage from his months of staying under oppression. A little twist in his arm and his shoulder, rotating his torso as his strike formed to add momentum and draw out more force. This would have broken his yaw if that was a lesser man.
Strike his heels. Take him by surprise. Your speed is your best asset. Megumi surged forward, one hand firmly gripped the man’s collar, the other took his elbow. A strong kick hooked the man’s feet off balance, with a swift movement, he tackled the man down.
Hold your ground. Megumi forced the man’s knees to open and forcefully pierced one of his thighs to the ground with the hardest part of his knee bones. His other knee places between the gap in the other man’s legs. The smallest movement made the side of his thigh glide against the firm muscle of the other’s inner thigh. His elbow pinned into the man’s shoulder.
His chest pressed closed to the man’s body. The lower he held his centre of mass to the ground, the less likely he got pushed off. Each of the man’s wrists stayed in Megumi’s tight grasp as Megumi crossed his hands on top of each other to keep the stranger in place. Their faces were close, his nose was a breath away from touching the others.
“If you dare to move, I will break your fucking femur shaft in half.” Megumi kept his knee pressed into the man’s thighbone.
“You’re beautiful.” The man’s lips curl into a smirk after surprise faded from his expression. His burning stare gazes upon Megumi’s emerald eyes in awe and adornment.
“I’ll kill you, that should shut you up.” He grinded his knee down. This should inflict a fragment of the bone-crushing pain from his threat.
“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart.” The man hummed contentedly. Megumi could feel the light rumbling in the man’s chest where he held his hands. His voice was warm, and deep, and smooth like silk. Damn it, Fushiguro Megumi.
There wasn’t a sign of being intimidated in the man’s expressions. Daunted? No. Dismay? Absolutely not. Not even agitated for a little bit. Maybe a hint of surprise was shown at first since Megumi’s capabilities were unexpected, but that quickly faded away in just a blink of an eye. He’s totally chill here- way too chill for Megumi’s liking.
The playfulness in his eyes made Megumi curse. How could God create all this, the most magnetic captivation, alluring appeal, and irresistible charisma in a person, just to waste them all in this asshole?
Damn it. Megumi wanted to strike another punch to knock that fucking smirk off his face. A damn smirk that was far too attractive for someone with this shit of a personality. He hated it.
That man looked like he was having way too much fun down there. Not an expression shown he was gonna make any move to separate them both. Megumi kept tracks on every of his movements but none said the other find this position bothering.
That look on his face, that smugness. Megumi knew exactly what deranged debauched thoughts running in that dirty brain. His mind could make up all sort of scenarios. Megumi wanted to punch him.
His eyes watched Megumi like he was a very exciting exhibit. There was something in that look he couldn't quite decipher yet.
The man kept rambling something that Megumi’s brain was too tired to catch up on. Another yapper. Fuck.
Probably typical useless perverted stuff that came out of this sort of person’s mouth. Megumi had this mechanism where his brain just automatically filtered out words from people he didn’t respect. Which made life a lot easier since their words wouldn’t affect him as much, their opinions had never mattered anyway. Megumi trusted his brain on this one to blur out all of this conversation since he knew this was absolutely worthless.
His mind had better things to do anyway.
Like what to do with this motherfucker's body. Should he kill him or what now to get out of this situation? There wasn’t time for that. That way, not only Megumi didn’t get to die, but he had to waste his precious time to get rid of a corpse, crossed it off the list then. So, knock him out then flee seemed ideal. The problem was the timing and his endurance. His adrenaline was almost worn off already, and his mind was fuzzy.
God. He was just so tired.
He had been carrying this storm inside himself for so long. Trying to fight every minute, squaring his shoulder and baring his fangs, thinking of every possible probability, and find his way out for all of that. He knew he should not let it loose right now, unleased all his rage or lost in his thoughts in this very delicate moment.
Megumi felt this storm inside him growing larger and stronger every second now. His gaze fixed on the man's face as he crossed his hands on each other, his fists gripped tight. There was the stream of power swirling inside him as he felt their surroundings darken, that might just be his vision was on the verge of giving out.
Crimson eyes watched him unswerving. Captivated. Enchanted. by him. That, the word he could not find earlier, cracked open in his mind like a puzzle solving itself.
You've fascinated me, Fushiguro Megumi.
The grin on the man's lips pumped this thrilling sensation into his chest. His light chuckles compelled him, sparked fire of excitement inside him.
How the light from above graced upon the man's feature was hypnotizing. Megumi couldn't help himself but felt drawn to him.
He felt the other's hands gently but firmly pried out his fists and entwined their fingers. His eyes couldn't seem to leave the other for even a moment. He blindly let the other man lift his hands and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles.
"Rest now."
And the storm inside Megumi stopped roaring, his vision went black.
His eyelashes flustered as he blinked to adjust his eyes.
Megumi awakened in a warm embrace to a soft muffed voice. "... you said you got place to be." There was a hint of smile in his words. His voice's so dear that Megumi thought his mind deceiving him.
He felt a shift in the other's movement and himself being propped up to the wall as he left. His hand placed on Megumi's neck, and warmth spread across his front at the brush of his finger.
The thumb stopped tracing his knuckles, leading his hand to grasp his bag of donuts from before.
There were slight pressure at his neck then gentle caresses along his jawline as the prize for being good.
"Who am I to keep a man from his freedom?"
The other's breath fell on his cheek just for a moment, then he walked away, leaving Megumi rooted to the spot and flushing down to his toes. Megumi hoped the alley they were in was dark enough to hide the wave of blush creeping up his neck.
He checked his phone, he had been out for a bit more than 30 minutes. He got no time to waste anymore. He gotta be back.
Megumi did have the most confusing walk「full」of shame back to his apartment in his entire life.
「Thu 7:58 A.M.」
Megumi arrives in his department’s laboratory in the morning, two hours earlier than he normally would before the test, to take his blood samples and tested them for any oral transmitted diseases and STDs possible and took a rabies shot immediately after.