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"This is so fucking disgusting.."
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A hoarse voice was heard through the woods, echoing and blending into the night. Branches broke under him and the grasshoppers kept making sounds, making the slightly creepy atmosphere worse.
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There was a singular source of light, coming from a mobile phone. It revealed an item that was hidden in a box just moments before. An item that was wrapped in a protective seal. An ominous aura could be sensed just by looking at it.
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The male that was holding it felt some uneasiness, and decided that the faster he gets rid of it – the better.
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He let out a slightly frustrated sigh as he started heading back – being in a middle of a haunted forest while looking for a cursed object, a cursed finger nonetheless, is not something he did for fun.
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Curses were swarming all over the place, waiting for him to drop his guard and attack him. His whole body and mind were sensitive to curses, especially those who were grade one or above. And even though these were some weak grades 4 and 3, it didn't stop him from shivering and having involuntary twitches.
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He could feel the staring even more now that he held a special-grade object in hand, so he decided to distract himself.
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Ring...
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"Hello [Name]-chan! Have you found it yet?" A rather cheery voice came from the other side, the complete opposite of the other.
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"I found the finger, can you come pick me up now?"
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"You scared?" The man on the other side chuckled as if he could sense the uneasiness radiating from the younger boy.
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The boy, [Name], decided not to humour him and just replied plainly in a monotone voice.
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"Yes. Come pick me up now."
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He heard a scoff from the other side. "You're no fun. I wanted to see you piss your pants and send a picture to the second-years."
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"Ha ha. You're hilarious, Satoru."
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They kept talking as [Name] was carefully making his way down the hill. The more he walked, the fewer trees there were, and he almost made it to the clearance where the annoying adult was supposed to be waiting for him.
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"Do I really have to keep doing stuff like this? My body is already sensitive naturally without cursed energy and curses.-"
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He halted his walk as he made it to the road, but with a single glance, he was able to determine that his caretaker wasn't here. Even in the dark shadows, his sharp eyes couldn't spot the silhouette of the man.
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"-And you do this just because it's entertaining to you. Think about the poor little me sometimes." His tone never held any laughter or sarcasm, just the usual minimal amusement that was always there in an attempt to not sound too apathetic.
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Satoru heartedly laughed at him and [Name] could almost see it as if he were here, laughing at his face, where he should be, but [Name] subconsciously decided yet again that Satoru was just incompetent and let him be.
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"You're more capable than you think. You just need to step out of your comfort zone more. Think of this as training to become the strongest jujutsu sorcerer!"
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[Name] was slowly but steadily walking home by himself. He didn't really mind since he liked walking, and his sort-of-apathetic mind couldn't bring itself to be mad or anything. 'It is what it is' is something he says often.
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"I don't want to be one. Stop pushing your shitty agenda onto me, being one sucks anyways. I mean, just look in a mirror." He huffed as he started kicking rocks along the pavement.
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"What's that supposed to mean?!"
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"You have an annoying personality, absolutely zero bitches, and your son wants to strangle you while you're asleep. I'd rather not be like you when I'm forty."
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"I'm not even-!" "Arghh! Whatever." He hastily interrupted him, grabbing his hair in frustration. "Where are you anyways, I thought you were supposed to pick me up."
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An immense amount of cursed energy appeared behind him and he could feel it reaching out for him. Before they could make contact, he turned around swiftly and swung the side of his fist, but he got stopped by an invisible wall.
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A white-haired man grinned at him and he already knew who he was since he could recognize the cursed energy.
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"I'm right here!" The man grabbed his fist and moved it back. "But man, had I not been using my cursed technique that would have been really bad!"
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Way too cheery for someone who was about to kiss the pavement.
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"I sensed someone was behind me before I felt your cursed energy. I didn't even think." The boy mumbled slightly. He wasn't a fan of how his brain worked. Never being able to form its own opinion or know what to do. It was only useful in situations like these since he could punch someone, Satoru, and get away with it.
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Suddenly serious, Satoru dropped his grin. "You never think." [Name] almost frowned at the man because of his tone, taking the insult to his heart.
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"You think it's something flawed since humans expect you to be perfect all around, but it doesn't have to be that way." They started walking away and [Name] carefully listened to every word.
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"You're able to look at all sides, good or bad, and then properly judge everyone. Being morally grey doesn't mean you're evil anyways! You're a sincerely good kid that goes out of your own way so others are comfortable. But don't forget yourself in the meantime."
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The younger man remained silent, thinking over the words. He felt slightly shy and embarrassed for some reason but spoke up nonetheless.
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"..Thanks." It came out in a whisper, barely audible, but Satoru knew it was way more sincere than any of his bickering earlier.
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He smiled and ruffled [Name]'s hair softly before putting his arm around his shoulders.
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"Anytime kid." Then, he returned to his cheery self and fished his phone out of his pocket. "Now, we are going to check up on my son-in-law."
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"Are we going to see Megumi?" [Name] spoke up in a hopeful tone, wanting to finally see the male after being separated for a couple of days.
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"Aha!"
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[Name] blushed and hid away from the unspoken accusation.
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Fushiguro Megumi was so exhausted.
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A couple of days ago he was tasked with finding a special-grade cursed object that disappeared from where it was supposed to be, according to what his friend had told him. Not only that, but from the residual cursed energy he knew that the object was there but it had been taken away.
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When he tried to report this to his teacher, said man only laughed at him, seemingly finding it hilarious that a dangerous cursed object was missing. Then he also told him not to come home until he found it.
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Tomorrow morning, he managed to catch the presence of the cursed item, but the boy who had it, or at least he assumed so, ran past him with superhuman speed.
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"Hey, you!" Megumi yelled out but to no avail, the boy was gone already. "Argh! How the hell is he so fast?!" He ruffles his hair in frustration, thinking of how to find out where the boy was headed.
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He hoped that the auxiliary assistant and assistant director, Ijichi Kiyotaka, could help him track the boy by just his last name. He let out a sigh, imagining how [Name] could have found the cursed object way easier. If he had to guess, [Name] was probably already done if they started searching at the same time.
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After finding the boy, he, unfortunately, found out that he only felt the presence of the cursed object's container, and not the cursed object itself.
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Which all led to now.
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Just a few minutes prior, he was getting smacked around on the rooftop of a school and now he was standing face to face with the King of Curses. The other curse they fought with was wiped out in a second, and instead, there stood someone way more vile and powerful.
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His hand trembled for a moment before he clenched his fists, declaring that he is going to exorcise the boy as a curse. No matter what, he couldn't risk him running around and killing innocent civilians.
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"What's the situation?" A white-haired man wearing a blindfold appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
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"Wha-?! Gojo sensei!" Megumi whipped his head around, stumbling over his words." What are you doing here?!"
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He was sitting on the ground nearby, clearly injured, with blood trickling down his face. His school uniform was dirty, his hair ruffled and he was panting for oxygen. He had numerous cuts and bruises all over his body. Satoru didn't seem to care that much, lifting his hand in a greeting with a 'Yo'.
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"I was just gonna pick up [Name] at first.."
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Satoru took his phone out and not-so-secretly started taking photos of the injured male, who tried to hide from the flashing light. He commented something about sending it to the second-years.
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"-but the higher-ups got involved after hearing that a special-grade cursed object went missing. I agreed to come as long as I have time to see the sights." He typed something into his phone before putting it back into his pocket.
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"So.. did you find it?"
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"..."
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Suddenly, there was a very uncomfortable silence and the black-haired boy had an annoyed expression on his face. Before anyone could reply, a new voice made itself known out of nowhere.
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"Satoru! I told you to stop doing that-" [Name], the new voice, visibly halted in his tracks, sensing that something wasn't quite right. He couldn't move his eyes away from an unknown pink-haired boy that he had never seen before.
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Just by looking at him, he felt a strange sensation under his skin. He felt very uneasy and he could tell that he wasn't an ordinary high school student, at least not anymore. He felt the same as that special-grade cursed object that [Name] gave Satoru earlier, and he could only guess what happened.
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"Um..." The strange boy lifted his arm up as if volunteering to answer a question. "Sorry..But I ate it." The boy confirms, pointing to his mouth, but the special-grade cursed object obviously wasn't there anymore.
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"For real?"
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"For real."
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'...Huh? Did he really just say that he ate a finger?"
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[Name] furrowed his eyebrows slightly in disgust as he zoned out of the conservation.
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He must have been really hungry to do that.
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'Or dumb.' Thought [Name].
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Instead of listening to them talk, he focused on his injured best friend that was still sitting on the ground and clutching his arm. The young jujutsu sorcerer, Fushiguro Megumi, seemed to be in his own world, not even noticing when [Name] plopped down on the ground next to him.
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He only woke up from his haze when he felt ice-cold hands envelop his warm ones, making him gasp softly in surprise. His heart sped up ever so slightly.
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"Are you alright? Do you want me to help you with your wounds?"
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[Name] softly massaged Megumi's fingers, running over his knuckles and feeling all of the curves and dips. The latter cowered away in embarrassment, deciding that the ground was way more interesting. He sincerely wanted to kick the [hair colour] haired boy away. Fortunately for one of them, he didn't have the strength to do so.
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"Megumi, hold onto this, will ya?" Gojo threw a bag his away, which [Name] quickly snatched so he could rummage through it.
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"What’s that?" Megumi peered inside the bag, only to be surprised when he saw that [Name] started eating its contents.
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"Kikufuku mochi." Satoru and [Name] replied at the same time, although [Name] mumbled since his mouth was full.
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’This guy went to buy souvenirs! Even though people are dying over here.’
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As if he could read Megumi’s thoughts, Satoru pointed at him. "Those aren’t souvenirs. They are for me to eat on the bullet train home."
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"I will try not to eat everything if you want me to."
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"That would be appreciated." Satoru smiled and cracked his knuckles.
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"Behind you!" Megumi shouted at the top of his lungs, horrified by the figure that was coming closer to his teacher.
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[Name] was a little faster, already having grabbed Megumi and using his own body as a human shield to protect him.
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Dust and debris spread everywhere, some of it making its way into his throat and making him cough.
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Once everything had cleared up he slowly opened his eyes, only to make eye contact with The King of Curses. He almost sneered at the curse but ultimately decided it was better to make sure Megumi was safe, so he pushed him further into his chest and gently held onto his injured head.
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Behind them Satoru was sitting leisurely on Sukuna’s back, still talking about the sweets, which slightly pissed off both Sukuna and [Name] for different reasons.
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The curse moved swiftly and tried to throw a punch directed at Satoru’s face, which was easily caught.
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"I've got a student watching, so I hope that you don't mind if I show a little." Satoru whispered in Sukuna's ear while resting against his back. The fight only became more intense from there.
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Tiny rocks and dust were flying around non-stop and it made it hard to both breathe and watch.
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Even without watching, he could feel the cursed energy of the man and the curse that were fighting, and he was slightly impressed by how strong Sukuna is considering that he only had the strength of one finger.
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A loud sound vibrated through his ears and it was closely followed by Satoru’s voice, "Seven, eight, nine.." Satoru began counting, "Should be about time.."
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[Name] opened his eyes just in time to see the pink-haired boy come back to normal with a confused expression on his face.
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"Oh...Was everything okay?"
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Satoru snickered as [Name] and Megumi helped each other stand up and walked over to the older man. "What a surprise! You really can control it." He said in amusement, releasing his hold on the floating debris. Megumi started coughing because of this, which made [Name] glare at Satoru.
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"Yeah, but he’s kind of annoying." The boy continuously hit the side of his head with his palm, as if to get the curse out of his head. "I can hear his voice."
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"It’s a miracle that’s all he’s doing." Satoru said as he walked up to him and gently pressed his index and middle finger against his forehead, knocking him out.
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"What did you do?" Megumi spoke up for the first time in a while.
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"I knocked him out. If he isn’t possessed when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel." Satoru turned his head towards Megumi, who was holding onto [Name]. "But now, I have a question for you: What should we do with him?"
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"Even if he has potential as a vessel, he must be executed under jujutsu regulations." Megumi’s grip on [Name]’s arm suddenly tightened and his tone got serious. "But I don’t want to let him die!"
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Satoru smiled. "Are those your personal feelings?"
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Megumi kept his usual composure and ignored his teacher’s teasing tone. "Yes. Please do something about it."
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"Heh heh heh.. A precious student’s request." Satoru grinned and gave him a thumbs up "Leave it to me!"
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His smile dropped slightly as he turned his gaze toward the other boy. "And what about you [Name]? What do you think?"
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The said male felt Satoru’s gaze pierce through him as he remembered their earlier conservation. He assumed that Satoru was going to take his judgment into account, so he let out a sigh as he organized his thoughts.
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"Well.." He put his hands into his pockets as Megumi was holding onto his bicep, trying to stabilize himself. "I only met him like two minutes ago and he does seem like a bit of a dumbass, but he also seems like a good person. So I don’t want him to die."
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Satoru smiled. "Alright, it’s decided then. Let’s head back."
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"Also.." Satoru turned around and by the devilish look on his face [Name] knew that he was scheming something. "You don’t mind carrying Megumi, do you? Please be gentle with his frail body."
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Megumi only scoffed at him while [Name] tried to convince himself not to kill him while he is asleep.
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He decided to ignore the laughs he heard in the distance and crouched down so Megumi could wrap his legs around his hips. He needed a little bit of convincing but in the end, they worked it out and headed toward the train station.
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"Do you want us to stop somewhere to clean you up or are you fine with pretending that you are a koala while we are on the train?"
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"Shut up and walk faster."
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"Satoru took photos of you?" [Name] quirked his eyebrow in amusement as he looked over the photos on his phone.
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After almost two hours of travelling from the Sendai Station to the Ōmiya Station, [Name] and Megumi finally boarded their last train home. Both have been exhausted from the night that lasted way too long, Megumi admittedly more than [Name]. When they got on the first train, [Name] immediately started tending Megumi's wounds the best way he could. Good thing he carried a small first aid kit in his backpack.
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When they were finally able to relax and had nothing to talk about, [Name] unlocked his phone and scrolled through his recent messages. What caught his attention, however, was when he saw that Satoru send him some photos about two hours ago. They were tilted with ':3'.
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"You look kinda cute." [Name] chuckled as he carefully took in all the details of Megumi's bloodied face.
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Megumi almost jumped from his seat to grab [Name]'s phone from his hands but missed as [Name] lifted it up into the air and away from the prying hands. The [hair colour] haired boy laughed as Megumi clumsily fell into his chest, holding him by the waist so he wouldn't fall onto the ground. Megumi proceeded to repeatedly hit him in the chest while cussing at him and blushing.
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[Name] coughed and dropped his phone on the empty seats next to them, forcing them to wrestle to see who will get the phone first. Since he was unable to grab it himself, [Name] instead settled on holding Megumi down so he couldn't get it either.
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"I already saw the photos, you know!" But Megumi just wouldn't stop wiggling like a worm, almost making them both fall.
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"I. Don't. - " He pushed himself up, accidentally hitting [Name] in the stomach with his knee. " - Care!"
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He groaned in pain and clutched his t-shirt, effectively letting Megumi go, who saw the chance and hurriedly reached for the male's phone. Since he knew [Name]'s password he easily unlocked it and headed for the messaging app where the photographs were received. [Name] panicked and sat up, forgetting about the pain.
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"Wait, wait, wait!" He desperately tried to push Megumi's hand down, and when that didn't really work, he tried covering his eyes. "Don't read my messages with Satoru! That's private!"
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"Like hell it is!" Megumi yelled at him while holding him by the collar. "The only thing the two of you do is talk shit about me!"
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They bickered and pushed each other around some more and at one point [Name] got worried that Megumi was going to break his phone from how hard he was clutching it. After flirting and begging Megumi to get his phone back didn't work, [Name] resorted to his physical strength, overpowering Megumi and finally getting it back. That, although, didn't stop Megumi from demanding that he deletes the blackmail material, which [Name] outright refused.
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"Okay, how about this - " [Name] lifted both of his index fingers up as he thought about an idea. "You can give me a kiss and I promise I will delete all of them."
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Megumi frowned at him from where he sat on the floor out of spite, while [Name] stood in the middle of the platform. After failing to retrieve the phone from [Name]'s pants pocket a couple of times, he became grumpy and refused to even look at him. They were the only people on the train, so he didn't care.
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Megumi finally stood up and marched over to him, making [Name] cover his face in fear that he is going to get punched. Instead, a long and angry kiss was placed on his jaw, causing him to blink in surprise.
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While in a daze, he handed the phone off to Megumi who finally deleted the photos. Just then, the doors opened, indicating that they arrived at the Oku-Tama Station. Megumi got off first and started walking to the Jujutsu High grounds alone, ignoring his injuries. [Name] swiftly caught up to him and forced him to climb on his back, starting their long walk back to the high school. Megumi fell asleep while being carried, which [Name] took as an opportunity to send a quick message.
'Psst. Can you send me those pictures again? I had to delete them because of Megumi'
'Haha sure thing'
'Papa :]' sent 5 photo(s)