Tickletober Prompt #7 - Shadows (collab)
Characters: Lee!Geto, Lee!Gojo, Ler!Megumi, Yuji, Nanami Summary: Gojo and Geto have been fucking menaces (What a shock), terrorizing everyone with tickles. Megumi has had enough of their antics, and decides to use a new trick he learned with his domain to teach them a lesson. Words: 4960 A/N - SURPRISE! I want to give a HUGE thank you to my wonderful, amazing dear friend, FluffAnon (Not real name, wishes to remain anonymous) who co-wrote this fic with me! It was a ton of fun, and many memes and silly moments were shared as we wrote X3 She also came up with the idea for the prompt ^^ This fic was written in 5 hours by us, we hope you enjoy! Tickletober 2025 Masterlist
Megumi returned back from his mission to an eerily quiet school. The air was still, the breeze was nearly non-existent and his gut was telling him something was off which was never a good sign.
His guard instantly went up, trying to focus enough to… Yup. There it is. Cursed energy signatures.
His muscles tensed and he approached the double doors decorated in cheerful Halloween decorations, a once peaceful scene painted with unease.
When he touched the doors, he felt the surface of a barrier. Was it to keep people in? Or to keep people out? Just what was in there wreaking havoc in the halls?
The barrier rippled like disturbed water when he pushed his hands into it, and soon, he was through the threshold.
Once Inside, he could hear screams in the distance, and without thinking he sprung into action. He took off towards the source of the chaos without so much as a plan, his head swimming with potential threats, each worse than the last.
Yuji was just walking through the halls with his arms behind his head in a casual manner. He then saw Megumi fly past him in a hurry. “Fushiguro?? Where are you–” Yuji had tried to get Megumi’s attention yet the shadow user quickly rushed past him without so much as a hello.
Megumi didn't stop, his brain too dead set on rushing towards the sound of the distress. Even though- in hindsight; why was Yuji just standing there when there was clearly trouble??
When he burst into the classroom, expecting a curse to be attacking someone, he got the answer to his burning questions.
The curse(s) in question?
Satoru and Suguru.
Of fucking course.
Megumi slowly untensed as he stared in annoyance at his two teachers. “What the hell are you both doing?!” He rasped, narrowing his eyes that were likely twitching in annoyance.
Satoru and Suguru paused their task of reducing a very flustered Nanami to a laughing heap on the floor.
“Ah, Megumi! Welcome back from your mission.” Suguru greeted with a kind smile, as if he hadn't just been obliterating Nanami. It was always his innocent smile that made the more “mature” Sensei seem like anything but innocent.
“Yo, Megs! How'd the mission go~?” Satoru asked, grinning widely at his unofficially adopted son, his finger’s stilling the playful torment briefly.
Megumi ignored them both and walked past them, kneeling down next to Nanami and helping him up. “You alright, sensei?” he asked quietly, a subtle note of concern in his voice.
“Heyyy, don't ignore us!” Satoru whined, throwing himself dramatically on the floor next to Megumi like a child who was just denied their favorite treat.
“Yeah, that's not very nice.” Suguru pouted. “And speaking of not nice, why does Nanami get called sensei and not us??”
‘Because he doesn't act like a petulant child.’ Megumi thought to himself internally.
Megumi ignored their complaints, knowing it was pointless to argue with either of them when they were in chaos mode.
“Yeah… I'm fine.” Nanami mumbled, smoothing a hand through his disheveled blond hair. “Thanks.”
“What happened?” Megumi asked simply yet more than likely already knowing the answer.
Nanami sighed, picking his glasses up off of the floor and slipping them into his shirt pocket. “These two heathens are deep in the throes of chaos mode. They've been wrecking everyone they come across, no one has been safe.”
“Even Shoko? Man, you two really do have a death wish.” Yuji chuckled from the doorway. The pinkette had finally caught up to Megumi who darted past him earlier.
“We didn't make it out of that one unscathed…” Suguru smiled in exasperation. Satoru rubbed his cheek absent-mindedly, reliving whatever it was she did in retaliation.
“Good.” Nanami huffed indignantly, crossing his arms. “At least you two got a taste of your own medicine…”
Megumi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why are you idiots torturing everyone?”
Satoru threw himself against Megumi, draping his arms around the teen. “Why else?? Because everyone is too serious and boring! They all needed a good laugh, and we provided!”
“Get off.” Megumi grumbled, pushing Gojo's face and shoving him off of him. Though Gojo just chuckled in response to Megumi’s shove.
“We've gotten Shoko, Yuta, Maki, Haibara, Yaga, and of course… dear sweet Nanami~” Geto recounted their antics to the emo boi, a fond tone to his voice.
“Don't refer to me that way.” Kento sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
Megumi's eye twitched. These two idiots never learn, do they? Why do they always have to choose chaos at every turn?
“Uh oh, Suguru… looks like we made ‘dad’ mad.” Satoru exaggerated the word, referring to Megumi in this instance and not Nanami… for once.
Suguru chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his best friend's comment. “Yes, It would appear so…”
The pinkette snickered at the exchange from the doorway. “Careful, he might put you both in time out.” He teased.
“Don’t encourage them.” Megumi growled, sending a glare Yuji’s way. Though there was no real malice behind Megumi’s glare. Yet one thing was certain.
Gojo and Geto cannot get away with torturing people with tickles. And for once, Megumi would put them in their place.
In fact, a devious idea started to creep into Megumi’s head and he smiled. But it wasn’t that joyful smile where someone remembers a funny joke. This smile was more unhinged. And it only grew when Megumi started to throw gang signs which were the exact ones that conjured his Domain expansion.
“If you clowns are gonna play games, then I can play too.” Megumi mumbled under his breath before a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Soon the classroom started to shift and morph. The walls were consumed by writhing shadows and the floor was replaced by a black liquid that was ankle deep. Pillars of pure darkness were erected which the black liquid crashed against them softly.
Now Geto and Gojo were trapped inside Megumi’s domain. At first, the two teachers were genuinely impressed that Megumi conjured his domain expansion. It even seemed like Gojo was about to cry tears of joy as his heart swelled with pride. But that pride would soon be replaced with a new sense of concern.
The black liquid had a hold on both Geto and Gojo’s ankles which was holding them in place effectively. As the two teachers looked down they could swear the liquid was like one giant organism reacting to someone’s command. Only that someone was Megumi. And his command? To wreck the ever loving SHIT out of them.
“EWWWW! What is this gunk?? It better not ruin my new shoes, young man!” Gojo complained, playing off his concern and deflecting with humor as per the usual.
“Some sort of shadowy liquid?” Geto mused, his violet eyes narrowing in concentration as he watched the pitch black liquid swish around. There was movement, but it also felt lifeless at the same time. Kind of like Schrodinger's shadow gunk™.
“My point still stands, you’re grounded if it ruins my shoes!” Gojo reiterated his previous complaint with a whinier tone. If that was even possible.
Megumi scoffed at Gojo’s incessant whines, rolling his eyes as he kept his hands together. “I think your shoes are the least of your worries right now. I, and everyone else have just about had it with your constant bullshit, so it's high time someone teach you both about the consequences of your actions!” The young man snarled despite there being no true anger in his voice.
“Now now, Megumi… I don’t think this is a game you wanna play~” Suguru smiled that same calm smile he did whenever he was about to absolutely annihilate someone while his voice dripped with mock innocence.
Megumi chuckled, he knew any threat made against him here in his domain was pointless. They weren’t going anywhere unless he let them. “Go ahead If you think you can move, but I assure you, you’re in my domain now.” The young man’s voice was filled with confidence as he finished solidifying his domain.
Geto looked over at Gojo, his expression unreadable to anyone except his one and only.
“Nah, I wanna see how this goes.” Gojo mumbled nonchalantly, knowing damn well he could just use his own domain expansion to break free. Yet the white haired sorcerer wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to see what Megumi’s domain expansion is capable of.
He’s been trying to teach Megumi to be confident in his own skills and to not hold back… Well, what better way to be taught consequences than to have that lesson backfire on him?
Geto sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “You’re impossible sometimes… sweet, but impossible.”
“Oh, relax, won’t you?” Gojo purred, his voice like silk. “It’s just ink water, it’s not like I can’t just use infinite void at any point we decide enough is enOOoOugh–”
Gojo’s sentiment was interrupted by the feeling of something slipping under his jacket and shirt. It felt a little cold against his skin… but not unpleasantly so. When he looked down to investigate, he saw tendrils creeping up his body from the black liquid that pooled beneath them. The tendrils crawled slowly upwards starting from his legs and making their way to his midriff. Before he could make any innuendos or dumb jokes as he usually did, the tendrils began flicking back and forth along his sides, alternating between gentle quick strokes against his skin and kneading.
Satoru tensed, he slammed his arms down against his body but… it did absolutely nothing to impede the tendrils, It’s like his arms phased through the shadows.
“I-Interesting,” Satoru’s lips wobbled into a shaky grin from the suppressed giggles. “It’s not a fu-fully corporeal entity… th-therefore I can’t st-stop them.”
Suguru raised an eyebrow at Satoru. “You alright?”
“F-Fi–IiIinE.” The white haired menace doubled over, arms still tightly clamped around himself more out of reflex than anything. “It’s… n-nohot that bad.”
“Oh, isn't it?” Megumi feigned interest, an evil grin taking over his features. “Here, let me fix that for you~”
The tendrils shifted, snaking up his sides with pointed tips until they found that oh-so ticklish spot at the bottom of his ribs. Then they dug in, flicking back and forth wildly against that extremely sensitive spot.
Satoru let out an unholy screech when that spot was targeted, flailing wildly like some kind of possessed muppet. “OHOHO GOD!”
But he didn’t dare double over enough to fall over into the shadow pool, he didn’t wanna imagine what horrors he’d be subjected to.
“Satoru?” Suguru looked over at the white haired sorcerer in surprise when he heard him screech and burst out into laughter. “You good?”
“DOHOHOHO I LOOK OKAY TO YOUHUHU??” Satoru cackled, wriggling around trying to shake the tendrils off to no avail. No matter what Satoru did to try and ease the tickling, it was as if he was phasing through the shadows. His struggling and insistent attempts to make the tickling stop was futile.
Suguru was about to say something when he felt that same feeling Satoru did, except the tendril didn’t immediately start tickling him, instead it ‘threw’ him closer to Satoru. “Jesus! What the hell?!” The ravenette yelped as the shadows seemed to make him move closer to his best friend against his will while Satoru was laughing like a hyena.
Satoru clung onto Suguru, shaking him and jerking him around with each sudden movement. “SUHUHUHUGURUUU! MAHAHAHAKE THEM STOPPPP!” He whined through his hysterical laughter.
“Stop shaking me!” Suguru complained, long black locks flying everywhere as he was jostled. “I tried to tell you to use your domain expansion!” Eventually, Suguru’s neatly tied bun had fallen off, letting his long black hair cascade down his shoulders.
The tendrils slithered up further probing and prodding into Satoru’s armpits instead, drawing less hysterical laughter from the annoying teacher. “Ihihihihi didn’t think It’d tihihihickle this baaaad…” He laughed, burying his face in Suguru’s shoulder. “Ihihihi’m so prohohohoud of hihihihim…!”
“Be proud of him without turning me into a shaken drink, will you??” Suguru grabbed Satoru and held him still so he could try to think of a way to escape.
The shadows shifted, locking around Suguru’s wrists and hoisting him up again, this time moving him to be directly behind Satoru out of his grasp. Basically, taking away his object of comfort. Instead, Geto and Gojo’s backs were flush against each other.
“Mehehehehegumiiii! That’s meeeean!” Satoru complained childishly, like a child whose security blanket was just confiscated to be washed.
“Never said I was nice…” Megumi scoffed, no real heat behind his words. “You know what else is mean? Constantly torturing your coworkers and students with tickling. I think Nanami would agree that’s pretty mean.”
Satoru squirmed as he felt Suguru’s hair brushing against his neck, he had successfully blocked the feeling for a moment by bringing his hands up and covering his neck, but more shadow tendrils shot up from the dark depths below and locked around his wrists hoisting them above his head, mirroring Suguru’s position.
“Uh-uh, none of that.” Megumi chuckled, his hands making a few different shapes to prompt the shadows.
The shadows morphed, rippling almost imperceptibly. The tickling had lightened on Satoru for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, but not enough to allow him enough focus to summon his own domain to break free. Some of the shadows even reached up to Satoru’s face, removing his blindfold and letting it fall in the inky abyss. Now with his blindfold gone, Megumi can see Satoru’s hysteria more clearly.
He wasn’t done yet, not in the slightest. In fact, he was just getting started. After all, he had years to get back at them for, and he hadn’t even started on Suguru yet.
Speaking of, he should really change that, shouldn’t he? “Geto, don’t think I forgot about you.” He called out to the long haired teacher, a note of playful menacing in his voice.
Suguru froze when he felt the shadows shift, in the next instance, it felt like feathers were brushing against his sides and ribs agonizingly slowly. He flinched violently at the feeling, gasping. “W-What the… feathers??” His breath hitched as the dark haired sorcerer started to squirm against Satoru’s back.
“Sort of. I can change their texture to whatever I want.” Megumi answered with a devious grin.
The ravenette threw his head back, knocking against Satoru’s shoulder as he closed his jaw and tightly shut his eyes, forcing back the laughter that bubbled up. His whole body was now shaking with restrained laughter, not wanting to give Megumi the satisfaction of folding. That was his job after all.
“Hehehey, watch it! You ahahalmost concussed me!” Satoru giggled, then yelped when the tendrils tickled under his arms which also adapted to that feather texture. “Nohohohoho! Nohohoho feathers!”
“Y-You have to have a brain… in order to be concussed…” Suguru muttered, holding his breath as he tried anything in his power not to give in. However his involuntarily twitching and tugging at the tendrils suggested he was close to breaking.
“Thahahahahts mehehehehean! Behehehe nice to mehehehe!” Satoru whined between laughs, his pretty blue eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter.
The long haired teacher squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull free as the feathers slowly traced trails up his sides, slowly passing over each rib. “D-Don’t you dare… M-Megumi Fushiguro, I swear to god… don’t even think about it!” Suguru warned. Well, tried to warn given his voice was shaking with false threats.
“Don’t think about what?” Megumi asked, feigning innocence as he slowly directed the tendrils up higher and higher. “I’m not doing anything.” He said innocently despite the smirk plastered on his face saying otherwise.
“I-I mean it…” Suguru tugged sharply at his arms, his tone becoming less threat filled and more desperate as the feathery tendrils slowly crept closer and closer to his armpits. “Dohon’t do it!” Suguru warned again yet it came out as a plea rather than a command.
“Oh? Was that a laugh?” The emo boi teased, his smirk turning into a devious grin at the sight of the calm and collected Suguru Geto flailing and twitching. He watched as his lips slowly twitched into a shaky smile. In a way it was therapeutic to see Suguru crumble when given a taste of his own medicine. A consequence to his actions.
At this point Megumi knew he wouldn’t get away from this unscathed once both teachers recovered from the onslaught. So he was going to make every single solitary second worth the guaranteed punishment he will suffer in the future.
“Here, let me help you… sensei~” Megumi purred with playful mockery.
The tendrils reached their target, tracing gentle and teasing shapes along his underarms, making him finally crack.
“Pffffff—” Suguru gasped, then burst out laughing hysterically, yanking at his arms to try to free himself, but the shadows didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “Ahahahahahahahah! Mehehehehegumi knock it ohohohoff!” His smooth laughter echoed throughout the domain like a melody.
The sound of Suguru’s laughter also prompted Satoru to laugh more, his laugh was always contagious to the six eyes user. “Suhuhuhuguru, stop lahahaughing you’re making it wohohohorse!”
“You thihihihihink I have any cohohohontrol over this!?” The ravenette complained through his laughter, he tried squirming from side to side but it didn’t work either. He couldn’t shake the feathers no matter what he did.
Megumi laughed at the sight of his teachers reduced to two yin yang, bickering, laughing little messes. It was quite the sight, seeing both his teachers at his mercy for once. “How’s It feel? To be at someone else’s mercy?”
Before either manchild could protest or complain about it any further, the shadows shifted again… and shit got real.
Satoru was the first to experience it, because of course surprise adoption dad was. Megumi wasn’t a fool, he needed to keep Satoru incapacitated so he didn’t decide he'd had enough and break through his domain.
More tendrils attacked him, a pair that felt like feathers stroking up and down his ribcage, a pair that felt like fingers wiggling around his armpits, tendrils poking and prodding at the backs of his knees and hips, another pair of tendrils squeezing at his thighs… and WORST OF ALL; a pair of tendrils that felt like brushes scrubbing at his soles. When the hell did they even get in his shoes in the first place?!
Satoru lost his ever loving mind. Letting out an unholy screech as he jolted and jerked at the tendrils keeping him still, he struggled so hard he actually moved… an inch.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MEGUMIHIHIHIHIHIHI! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The unseasoned snow cone was absolutely hysterical, his laughter easily drowning out the sound of Suguru’s laughter. Satoru’s hysterics were like music to Megumi’s ears.
“Oh, you can still say my name? Clearly my shadows aren’t tickling enough if you still have the capacity to think.” Megumi hummed thoughtfully, considering his options.
The teen had an idea… a diabolical idea.
Outside the domain, Nanami and Yuji were just chatting amongst themselves, neither one really wanting anything to do with whatever fresh hell was going on in there.
One of Megumi’s Shikigami dogs jumped out of the domain, sitting on the floor directly in front of the two. It barked, then panted as it stared up at Nanami.
“Hm?” Nanami looked over at the fluffy demon dog, while Yuji got excited and cooed over it.
“Aah! It’s one of his demon dogs! Hey little buddy!” The pinkette cooed, kneeling down and giving the good boi scritches.
The dog panted in content then barked up at Nanami. The blond teacher tilted his head curiously. “What? Why are you barking at me?”
“I think he wants you to go in there.” Yuji suggested, still not slowing down his pets or scritches.
“Oh hell no, I don’t want to be involved in whatever is going on– ack, hey!” Nanami’s protests were cut off by the demon dog biting his sleeve and dragging him back into the domain with him.
The blond stumbled into the shadow pool as the dog released him and turned to Megumi for head pats, which he supplied. “Good boy.”
Kento covered his ears when Satoru’s piercing loud laughter reached him. “Why did you make your dog bring me here? It’s obnoxiously loud.” He complained, looking at the black haired teen who just looked back at him with an evil grin which was uncharacteristic of Megumi given his more mellowed out nature.
“I need you to ratio Gojo.” Megumi announced, purposely being loud enough for the two teachers to hear him while pointing at the bound menaces.
Nanami blinked, then looked over at the two menaces to society getting the life tickled out of them, then looked back at Megumi. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I wanna see if I can make Gojo short circuit.” Megumi grinned.
Admittedly, Satoru and Suguru have not only brought this on themselves from years of being gremlins, but for wrecking him earlier. Besides… how could he say no to Megumi? The bean never acts out or asks for help with anything…
“Alright. Where do you want it?” Nanami asked, his eyes flashing green as he looked over at Satoru.
“How many spots can you ratio at once?” The teen asked casually, maybe a bit too casually given the turmoil he was about to inflict.
“... Two.” The blond said slowly, glancing back at Megumi.
Megumi paused to ponder it, then nodded decidedly. “Both feet. All over, preferably. Gives my shadows more nerve endings to work at.”
Kento wasn’t sure if he was disturbed, or proud of Megumi for plotting this out. He landed on the latter since it was aimed towards Satoru and Suguru… but also made a mental note not to piss the teen off in the future. With a sigh, the blonde sorcerer went over to the laughing Satoru and leaned down. His hands reached out towards his feet and rested his hands over the tops of them through the inky black liquid. His eyes glowed green for a second which indicated the activation of his technique. “Alright.” His eyes flickered, and the scream that burst from Satoru’s throat indicated that it worked. “There, it's active.”
“Thanks, you can stick around and watch if you want. I’m sure this is gratifying for you since they constantly pick on you.” Megumi chuckled, moving his hands again.
Now, not only were brushes scrubbing against his soles, but more shadows leaked into his shoes, micro tendrils that felt like feathers sawing between his toes, and another pair of tendrils that felt like paint brushes teasing his arches.
Satoru jolted violently, as though he’d been electrocuted. As if it hadn’t been bad enough for the white haired teacher, now he was ratio’d on top of it all.
The poor man wasn’t even laughing anymore, just shaking uncontrollably with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth twisted into a wide open grin as his body shook with unrestrained silent laughter.
“Sahahahahatoru?? Ahahahare you ahahahalive over thehehehere?” Suguru asked through his own fit of laughter, Satoru responded by slowly shaking his head no and gently resting it back against Suguru’s shoulder, his body so wracked with laughter that he couldn’t force any sudden movements anymore. Geto started to grow concerned given how much Satoru was writhing and screaming. A sense of dread started to build up in the pit of his stomach knowing he could be given the same treatment any time.
“Feeling a little left out, Geto?” Megumi teased the black haired teacher.
Megumi wasted no time and sauntered over to the ravenette who was still giggling softly… For now that is. The young man had stopped in front of Suguru and smirked knowing he could make him suffer just like Satoru anytime he wanted.
But where’s the fun in that? Suguru was always the teasy, evil little fucker after all. Outright destroying him would be too merciful. Instead, Megumi reached out and started to poke and prod Geto’s midriff in a more curious manner. Suguru just yelped and giggled helplessly while Satoru, who was shrieking with hysterics not even Suguru knew was possible, was thrashing around trying to ease the sensations to no avail.
“This is the consequences of your actions…” Megumi said simply with a smirk plastered on his face still. He was enjoying building the suspense and could start to see why Suguru did it to everyone.
“Y-ohohohou better s…stohohop!” Suguru tried to demand through his bubbly giggles yet the shadow user showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly Megumi dug his fingers into Suguru’s stomach. His dull nails softly scratching at the older sorcerer’s midriff persistently. “This is fun…I can see why you two love messing with people.” Megumi admitted, now trailing his fingers up and down Suguru’s ribs which made him jerk and try to shuffle away but to no avail.
“Though…It doesn’t mean you're safe from the consequences, sensei~” Megumi purred, now enjoying this sudden power trip. With a subtle hand gesture, Suguru could start to feel the tendrils creep up his body. Not in a rapid manner but more of a slow crawl. The tendrils started to spread out with some reaching around to give a few flicks against his neck, a couple pokes on his ribs, and maybe a few knee squeezes here and there.
All Suguru could do was try to not give in more than he already has. Yet with how his husband behind him was screeching and thrashing around like a crocodile in a death roll, it was a battle he lost already. Should Suguru try and plead just to not end up like Satoru or will he stubbornly keep his dignity?
Suguru swallowed and gave Megumi a look that practically told him to do his worst. In response Megumi just chuckled. “If you insist, sensei~” The young man replied and took a few steps back, weaving a few hand signs to command the shadows to WRECK the curse manipulator.
With the new command set in its place, the tendrils began to get to work. They writhed into different shapes and textures to mimic what they were doing to Satoru.
A few tendrils shaped themselves into feathers that fluttered over Suguru’s neck and shoulders. “F-Fahahahak!” He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise from the sudden sensation.
Some tendrils were shaped like fingers that poked and prodded each rib one by one, as if counting them. “N-NOHohoho!”
Some morphed into what could only be thin brush tips that danced across his stomach and dipped into his navel. But worst of all? There were at least ten small sized tendrils that had morphed into what look like tiny clawed hands that scratched and squished at the lower stomach. This is when Suguru lost it. He threw his head back and shrieked with laughter. “S-STOHOHOHOHP! I-I’M SORREHEHEHE!”
“NOW you’re sorry for tickling me, now that I'm giving you a taste of the torment you and Satoru put me through?” Megumi asked and raised his eyebrow. But he can see it in Suguru’s violet eyes. His face was red and his laughter was starting to sound like a tea kettle as tears of mirth were building up in the corners of his eyes.
Satoru however? Gone. By this point he wasn’t laughing and was just shrieking. For once it was his mind that was utterly overwhelmed. His body convulsed against the tendrils assaulting his body with tickles, his face a new shade of crimson while tears freely streamed down his cheeks.
With a sigh Megumi reluctantly started to call off the ticklish assault to bring them both off hysterics slowly. He didn’t want to kill them after all. Soon the tendrils lay both teachers down on the floor before dismissing his domain entirely. Suguru was just panting and trying to catch his breath. Satoru however was trying to stop himself from giggling. The white haired sorcerer just clutched his sides and rolled over in a fetal position. His cerulean eyes hazed over with tears but also looking up at Megumi who stood over him with a satisfied grin.
“Jeez Megumi, you were in there for almost three hours!” Yuji said as he pulled out his phone to check the time.
“I-It felt like it…” Suguru huffed out from his position on the floor as his hands rested on his lower stomach.
“I’m almost scared to ask what you did…” Yuji mumbled as his brown eyes looked at Suguru’s and Satoru’s disheveled state. Nanami just shrugged. “Those two idiots deserved it.” He said simply before walking out of the classroom, likely having paperwork to do.
“They did and it was worth it.” Megumi stated with a grin before turning his back to his two teacher’s, now in a rather chipper mood. “Yuji… How about we get some pizza?’
At the mention of food, Yuji beamed. “Really?! Sure! But you’re paying! I spent all my money.” Yuji said a bit sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. Megumi just nodded, a silent agreement that he is willing to pay for both of them as they both made their way out the classroom.
However…Satoru and Suguru watched as the two were left in the classroom alone to collect themselves. Suguru’s eyes narrowed, already devising his revenge. And Satoru? Satoru was already planning his demise later on as his cursed energy flickered softly like a small flame.
“You better watch your back Megumi Fushiguro…” Suguru muttered under his breath, his voice full of promise for what's to come.
