I don't think business is necessary for him to reacquire me.
[ how megumi speaks of himself might be concerning to others, but to megumi himself it is merely fact. it helps in life to know 'what' one is, and if he has to choose a word it would sooner be property than person. if the forest could be contracted by the sea-sky then that would be him and gojou, at a constant proximity of vision, a given. the diamonds in his ears are reminders of it; to whom he belongs. other evidences always fade with time but in megumi's mind they are quite fresh. so sukuna speaks and he hears him, has no doubts that others bend before him with less.
but he is not 'others'.
he meets that gaze mildly with his own, unwavering for now. ]
Rudeness is not my intention. I just think it is important for all of us to be on the same page.
[ only then does he return his focus to the car window, watching lights and shadows as riveting as anything, his hands folded neat and polite in his lap, his back straight and poised in a manner that reeks of how he was 'raised' by gojou not because it is proper but because it is beautiful, and in the modern era β perhaps any era β, beauty is a form of power. not being afraid of sukuna is its own problem and curiosity. he supposes it could be simply explained away by his faith in gojou but somehow it does not feel like that alone.
he wonders what he has to glean in his time with sukuna, what he has to drag back with his own body, to be told he did well; then he loathes himself for wondering.
none of this shows, not exactly. unless sukuna is fluent in seemingly frenetic twitches of megumi's tapered fingers, or a flutter of lashes when he blinks a little too hard for the night hour, maybe some. but even then, not much. a stray versed in strays, in shadows, in quiet places, megumi too is a quiet place, glittering here and there with impressions of both those who are important to him as well as those who deem him important.
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[ how megumi speaks of himself might be concerning to others, but to megumi himself it is merely fact. it helps in life to know 'what' one is, and if he has to choose a word it would sooner be property than person. if the forest could be contracted by the sea-sky then that would be him and gojou, at a constant proximity of vision, a given. the diamonds in his ears are reminders of it; to whom he belongs. other evidences always fade with time but in megumi's mind they are quite fresh. so sukuna speaks and he hears him, has no doubts that others bend before him with less.
but he is not 'others'.
he meets that gaze mildly with his own, unwavering for now. ]
Rudeness is not my intention. I just think it is important for all of us to be on the same page.
[ only then does he return his focus to the car window, watching lights and shadows as riveting as anything, his hands folded neat and polite in his lap, his back straight and poised in a manner that reeks of how he was 'raised' by gojou not because it is proper but because it is beautiful, and in the modern era β perhaps any era β, beauty is a form of power. not being afraid of sukuna is its own problem and curiosity. he supposes it could be simply explained away by his faith in gojou but somehow it does not feel like that alone.
he wonders what he has to glean in his time with sukuna, what he has to drag back with his own body, to be told he did well; then he loathes himself for wondering.
none of this shows, not exactly. unless sukuna is fluent in seemingly frenetic twitches of megumi's tapered fingers, or a flutter of lashes when he blinks a little too hard for the night hour, maybe some. but even then, not much. a stray versed in strays, in shadows, in quiet places, megumi too is a quiet place, glittering here and there with impressions of both those who are important to him as well as those who deem him important.
even if he does not know it. ]