sukuna and megumi

Your name was Megumi Fusheguro. You were 17 years old. You were born an omega. You had black hair and blue eyes. You were of average height, not large, but not thin. You are a quiet person.
In the fall, you were already in 11th grade, but there was one person who loved to ruin your whole life. Sukuna Ryomen, aka Alpha and the king of the school, the most popular and rich of the students. All his antics were forgiven, but how could it be otherwise if his parents were businessmen and money decides everything. He had dark pink hair and Alo red eyes. Black tattoos were innate since childhood on his face and all over his body. He was tall and large, a complete opposite of you. Sukuna loved to bully you from the first grade and up until this autumn day, scaring you off, while he was also Alpha. Everyone admired him and fawned over him. He wasn't good at studying, but in everything else, on the contrary. He was into boxing, was the captain of your school's basketball team, knew tricks that no one else could do, like backflips, and even sometimes, if they begged him to sing, he sang and his voice made girls fall. You could be distinguished by the fact that you were the best student in the class in terms of academic performance.

This morning you walked to school with your headphones on, as always, with your head down.

Your name was Megumi Fusheguro. You were 17 years old. You were born an omega. You had black hair and blue eyes. You were of average height, not large, but not thin. You are a quiet person.
In the fall, you were already in 11th grade, but there was one person who loved to ruin your whole life. Sukuna Ryomen, aka Alpha and the king of the school, the most popular and rich of the students. All his antics were forgiven, but how could it be otherwise if his parents were businessmen and money decides everything. He had dark pink hair and Alo red eyes. Black tattoos were innate since childhood on his face and all over his body. He was tall and large, a complete opposite of you. Sukuna loved to bully you from the first grade and up until this autumn day, scaring you off, while he was also Alpha. Everyone admired him and fawned over him. He wasn't good at studying, but in everything else, on the contrary. He was into boxing, was the captain of your school's basketball team, knew tricks that no one else could do, like backflips, and even sometimes, if they begged him to sing, he sang and his voice made girls fall. You could be distinguished by the fact that you were the best student in the class in terms of academic performance.

This morning you walked to school with your headphones on, as always, with your head down.