DISCLAIMER (cause i am tired of you all): Megumi is 18, he is in his final year of highschool just as Itadori and Nobara;
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„I WISH I WAS YOUNG AGAIN"
Everyone around there knew about the young lady, it was like she never aged, all the time looking the same no matter how old she was getting, or at least that's what the elders thought. The truth was that the genes in her family were weirdly strong. Her mother, her grandmother and so on, had been having the exact same face and body for decades, making it extremely odd for everyone who encountered them. But unfortunately, she wanted to be the last one of her family. After her mother died when she was 12, she decided she didn't want to get married or have kids.
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Her voluptuous hips were moving from side to side as her heels made a clacking noise while hitting the pavement. Women and men were turning their heads to take a second glance at the beautiful woman. She was eye-catching to say the least. Her (l/h) (h/c) hair was moving along with her curvy body, having a certain shine that seemed almost too pretty to be real. Her nails were painted in the darkest, yet most bright shade of red, having a pointy shape that made them look sharp enough to leave scars behind, yet her hands seemed so delicate and her skin so smooth. Her (e/c) orbs were covered by long black eyelashes that curled nicely right above, yet her expression was bored and rather intimidating. Her clothes were nicely and neatly put together, a sign that she took good care of herself.
"How does this thing even work..." a grumpy series of mumbles caught her attention
As her gaze moved to the source of the sound, she met a rather handsome young man, who seemed to be taken over by nothing more than a phone. The corners of her lips turned upwards into a grin, almost amused by how silly someone so young could act.
"Need any help?" her smooth voice broke the silent bubble, the young one, put himself in
"Oh, yeah. I want to call my friend, but I can't bring myself to figure out how" he admitted as he showed her his extremely short contact list
She thought he was rather interesting, but it soon broke as she noticed his uniform, recognizing it.
"Yuuji?" she asked as she proceeded to press a few more buttons
"Yes" he replied shortly
She called him and handed the phone back to the boy, watching as he waited for his friend to answer. The conversation was short and quick, giving little to almost no time for the woman to process.
"Thank you for helping me ma'am" he thanked her politely
"Ma'am? I think you are insulting me right now. I am only 26" she smiled
"Oh. Sorry about that, I am not very good at stuff like this" he excused himself
"What are you named, friend of Yuuji?" she asked taking a good look at the male
"Megumi" he replied
"Well Megumi, taking a look at you I can say one thing. I wish I was young again" she sighed
"Why is that?" he asked a bit curious by what the odd woman meant
"So that I could..." she took a step closer and grabbed his chin in between her nails "...do more" she continued pressing her lips for a few seconds on his
The young boy was surprised by her sudden action, not knowing how he should react in this situation, somehow waiting for her to do the next move or talk the next talk.
"Ah, sorry. I couldn't help myself" she excused herself taking a step back
It was a lie, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. In fact it was what she wanted all along. Perhaps a habit of her, if you could call it that, picking handsome men from the street, to make them sleep with her. She didn't care about age or anything like that, if he looked good, it was all she needed.
"Uhm...no, it's alright. Don't worry about it" he said a bit self conscious
"Well then, would you mind letting me treat you to coffee? After all it's the least I could do for my reckless behaviour" she smirked
"Not for long though, I have to be somewhere soon" he nodded
It was something about him that reminded the girl of someone else. Maybe his eyes, or his lips. Like father, like son she thought as she reminded herself of Toji. The man who brought her on the edge.
"Great! Let's go, there's a nearby café" she said as she linked her arm with his
