disappeared beyond the fence, and beyond the block. 👻🎃

He muttered something to Gojo— but Sukuna could only fathom what it was. The barking was too loud. But the gangly man began to walk again. The dogs began to follow, throwing unbridled growls back in Sukuna’s direction. And Megumi’s eyes stayed locked on Sukuna’s as he walked. Until he—

build inside Sukuna. Because no one had ever looked at him. No one had ever /seen/ him. And this boy… this boy’s eyes trailed him, even as Sukuna took several steps back. The boy stared, and Sukuna stared back. When one of the dogs began to growl, the green-eyed boy finally began to turn away.

dying grass. Grass that, even in its prime, never looked as bright as the eyes that stared at him. “What’re you staring at?” Both boys blinked, and looked up at Gojo. He watched Megumi skeptically… And Megumi had already turned to stare directly at Sukuna again. And the discomfort began to—

tongue again in annoyance, and began to turn away. Then his eyes caught wide green eyes. Bewildered and shocked, as they stared through the fence… Right at Sukuna. Warily, Sukuna glanced back. But there was nothing else there. Nothing but him, standing in the cemetery, on a small patch of—

bark startled Sukuna. It was inevitable. Some animals could see him— others couldn’t. And, lucky for him, the black dog began to bark at him, too. What a rarity, for two dogs to be able to sense his presence. “Kuro. Shiro!” Gojo scolded. Neither dog budged or stopped. Sukuna clicked his—

kids are bothering you, you need to tell me. Not fight.” The boy— Megumi, Sukuna presumed— watched the man. Still, his face held no expression. “Do you understand?” the man asked. The boy sighed— and Sukuna stepped around, only to get a clearer view of his face. “Yes, Gojo.” The white dog’s—

continued on. “Megumi.” The boy stopped, and the dogs stilled alongside him. It only took the man two steps to reach the boy. It barely gave Sukuna time to stand, and walk up towards the fence. When the man knelt in front of the boy, Sukuna slowed his steps through the leaves to listen. “If—

showed less emotion than Sukuna had seen from most boys. His lashes, long beneath the unruly dark hair, barely fluttered in reaction to the man’s question. All he did was shrug. The man sighed, and his footsteps paused. Both the boy and the monochromatic pair of dogs that trailed behind him—

peculiar hair, peered down at the smaller human that walked with him. “Oh, well then,” he drawled out as he stretched. Sukuna swore the man could touch the sky… “if it was /just/ a warning, that makes it okay to hit another boy?” Sukuna blinked— then turned to look at the boy. His expression—