[ The quiet obedience surprises him. Not because he does not expect it (he expects it from everyone, and always has), but because the boy wears it so well. The lowered head; deference, caution, whichever it is, Sukuna's eyes follow it, and he considers the boy's profile, the delicate features, not a single deviation in that careful bone structure. His gaze flicks over to Gojou, who smiles, and Sukuna has to give credit where it's due; the man knows how to pick them. Megumi truly must be the center of his collection; the most precious, the most lovely. It makes him want to wring the boy's neck so that Satoru can watch. His hand sits hot against the boy's skin beneath his shirt, and he feels the gentle swell of the lowermost rib, before his hand settles there, against his waist. It's invasive; they've just metโ but Sukuna is invasive; everything in the air around him seems to tremble with it.
He likes this one.
Gojou knows it, he can see. He suspects the boy knows it too, but then again he cannot tell what this boy is thinking; he cannot see anything in him yet; everything is kept hidden behind that polite countenance, the careful, measured way that he holds himself even here as if formality was something that was even on the table. ]
Not attitude, is it. [ Sukuna hums to himself more than to anyone else, fingers pressing against Megumi's side, the scrape of nails light against the skin there, he's veritably ignoring Gojou again, but at least that is the upside to a hostess club; the women here love that guy, and Sukuna finds himself free to paw at Megumi at his leisure. ] You always do what you're told, hm, Megumi-chan? I like that.
[ An echo of Gojou in the diminutive, a bit of a barb, but he's smiling at least, eyes narrowed in interest, and he leans closer, a shoulder bracketing Megumi's, mouth pressing just about against the boy's ear as if there were a need to speak privately, or to speak over the music; which currently is low enough to permit talk across tables. Noโ Sukuna just likes to make himself known, likes to be the aggressor and the one to lean in and break the personal space.
There's more to this boy, he's certain of it.
A slight pull back, so that their eyes can meet again, and his head tilts in a jerk to the side, eyebrow cocking. ]
Not afraid, huh. Orโ [ He leans in again, as if scenting something, eyes bloody red in the low light, his fingers moving against Megumi's skin. ] โonly ever afraid, and used to it. Fear a friend of yours, Megumi-chan?
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He likes this one.
Gojou knows it, he can see. He suspects the boy knows it too, but then again he cannot tell what this boy is thinking; he cannot see anything in him yet; everything is kept hidden behind that polite countenance, the careful, measured way that he holds himself even here as if formality was something that was even on the table. ]
Not attitude, is it. [ Sukuna hums to himself more than to anyone else, fingers pressing against Megumi's side, the scrape of nails light against the skin there, he's veritably ignoring Gojou again, but at least that is the upside to a hostess club; the women here love that guy, and Sukuna finds himself free to paw at Megumi at his leisure. ] You always do what you're told, hm, Megumi-chan? I like that.
[ An echo of Gojou in the diminutive, a bit of a barb, but he's smiling at least, eyes narrowed in interest, and he leans closer, a shoulder bracketing Megumi's, mouth pressing just about against the boy's ear as if there were a need to speak privately, or to speak over the music; which currently is low enough to permit talk across tables. Noโ Sukuna just likes to make himself known, likes to be the aggressor and the one to lean in and break the personal space.
There's more to this boy, he's certain of it.
A slight pull back, so that their eyes can meet again, and his head tilts in a jerk to the side, eyebrow cocking. ]
Not afraid, huh. Orโ [ He leans in again, as if scenting something, eyes bloody red in the low light, his fingers moving against Megumi's skin. ] โonly ever afraid, and used to it. Fear a friend of yours, Megumi-chan?