!!!!!!!! now this, THIS is good content. Gosh, the idea of Megumi just being this fiery little activist with all the polished talking points, all the right stats, more than happy to demolish any bone-headed Alpha with the Power of Research and Experience, but...of course. There's this one Alpha. There's always this one Alpha, isn't there? Have a ficlet, I love this idea sfm:

They're on a university campus for Orientation week. Invited by one of the omega-led clubs to set up a stall on the lawns, Megumi and his team having come prepared with all the right flyers and speeches. The undergrads are mostly polite - curious, even, and Megumi's more than happy to get into a verbal tussle or two with the occasional bone-headed Alpha who gets off on being told how stupid and backwards they are.

That is, until Sukuna walks past. One look and Megumi already knows he's going to be trouble. There's something in his eyes makes it seem like he's...browsing, almost. Hunting, if Megumi's being ungenerous.

Megumi offers him a flyer anyway and the way Sukuna looks at him - smirking, like he's doing Megumi a fucking /favour/ by taking one - makes something crawl up Megumi's spine.

Which means Sukuna is waiting by Megumi's car by the time packdown has finished. Arms crossed, leaning against the driver-side door like he owns the damned thing. Fuck. He should have fucking known.

"Move," Megumi bites out. "Or I'm going to call security."

"So he's pretty and he has teeth," Sukuna muses. "That's a sudden escalation, isn't it? I haven't even done anything."

You look like you're intending to, Megumi wants to snarl, but he knows Sukuna's type. The kind to get off on confrontation, looking for any excuse to remind omegas that they shouldn't be so emotional, so quick to resort to hysterics.

"Maybe I just want to make sure that you get back home safe," Sukuna continues on, when it's clear that Megumi isn't going to say anything else. "Is that so wrong?"

"It's unnecessary."

Sukuna just hums, as if he finds the response amusing. "You're rude for an omega, aren't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Megumi knows better than to argue, but god, he can't help it. What right does Sukuna have, asking some dumbfuck question like that? "No, really, explain it."

"Do I really need to?" Sukuna muses slowly, straightening up from his slouch. "Alright then, since you asked." The light is fading, but there's just enough of it for Megumi to see the sharp edge of his fangs when he smiles, predatory. Drops his voice into a low purr and says, "Maybe it's because I think pretty ones like you should just be bred, and not heard. How about that, sweetheart?"

By the time Megumi realises what's happening, it's already over - Sukuna having flipped them both around, shoving Megumi right up against the side of his car. Holding him there like he's nothing, cheek slammed painfully onto the cool metal. Megumi can feel it when Sukuna presses the warm bulk of his body against his back. Feet kicked apart, wrists held tight.

"So what do you think, hmm?" he murmurs. The hard line of Sukuna's cock is pressed up like a warning against him. Large. Heavy, as he rolls his hips, too leisurely. "Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?"