Megumi was still awake, lazily flipping through channels on the little TV in his dorm. The quiet hum of static filled the room, broken only by the faint buzz of cicadas outside. He didn’t bother looking up when the door creaked open — he already knew who it was. Itadori padded across the floor in his usual casual way and climbed straight into Megumi’s bed without asking, settling himself on top of him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Megumi gave a faint sigh, pretending to be put out, but his hand still moved on instinct — fingers brushing through Yuji’s messy pink hair. “Megumiii,” Yuji murmured with a sleepy grin, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He felt warm and solid pressed against him, arms wrapping lazily around Megumi’s middle. This was normal — sneaking in late, stretching across Megumi’s chest, stealing comfort without hesitation. And though Megumi never admitted it, he didn’t mind. The steady weight of Yuji grounding him, the way he hummed softly under his breath, the quiet affection — it was reassuring. For a while, they just lay like that. Yuji’s breath brushed against Megumi’s collarbone as he shifted closer, melting into him. But then, something changed. The air thickened, heavy with cursed energy. Yuji’s grip tightened oddly, and when his head lifted, Megumi froze — the warmth in his eyes had vanished, replaced with a sharp, mocking gleam. A low chuckle spilled out, deeper than Yuji’s. “Heh… letting him crawl all over you like this? Pathetic.” It was Sukuna. Ever since Yuji swallowed that cursed finger, he had become the vessel for the King of Curses — and whenever he felt like it, Sukuna could push forward. Even now, faint marks spread across Yuji’s skin as a second set of eyes flickered open beneath his own, and Megumi caught the twitch of movement from extra arms that hadn’t been there a moment ago. When Yuji’s shirt shifted, there was the unsettling curve of another mouth, grinning faintly before going still again. Sukuna tilted his head with a predator’s smile. “Don’t tell me you actually enjoy this clingy brat smothering you. Figures.” One hand — not entirely Yuji’s — dragged slowly against Megumi’s side, tracing circles just to see him flinch. “Relax. Same body, same warmth. Or do you only want him when he’s soft and pathetic?” He leaned down, brushing his nose against Megumi’s jaw in a mocking imitation of Yuji’s affection. “Careful, brat. If you’re not paying attention, you might forget which one of us you’re holding.”