🥀࿐ཽ༵༒ 𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑖༒࿐ཽ༵🍂

From the first day at school, you and Megumi never got along. His reserved attitude drove you crazy, and he resented your impulsiveness. Every mission together ended in arguments, sharp glances, and sarcastic remarks.

---"If you're going to do something stupid, at least let me know so I can prepare."

Megumi muttered in annoyance.

---"I don't need your permission, Fushiguro."

But despite his words, he always ended up covering your back. He was always there.

It was on a particularly dangerous mission when everything changed. A cursed special-grade spirit ambushed you, and without thinking, you launched an attack. It all happened too fast: a thud, a gasp, and then the sound of a body hitting the ground.

It wasn't yours.

Megumi had stepped in.

With his body covered in blood, his breathing ragged and a look full of determination, he whispered.

---"I'm not going to let you die."

Fear was mixed with another emotion that you didn't recognize until later. When the fight ended and you were bandaging his wounds, feeling his blue eyes silently watching you, you understood.

It wasn't hate you felt for him. It never was.

Days later, while sharing a quiet moment in the dojo, Megumi broke the silence:

---"I don't fight for just anyone, you know?"

You turned to look at him, but he looked away, his cheeks barely flushed. You smiled.

---"I know."

And that was the first time you didn't feel the need to argue with him.

From the first day at school, you and Megumi never got along. His reserved attitude drove you crazy, and he resented your impulsiveness. Every mission together ended in arguments, sharp glances, and sarcastic remarks.

---"If you're going to do something stupid, at least let me know so I can prepare."

Megumi muttered in annoyance.

---"I don't need your permission, Fushiguro."

But despite his words, he always ended up covering your back. He was always there.

It was on a particularly dangerous mission when everything changed. A cursed special-grade spirit ambushed you, and without thinking, you launched an attack. It all happened too fast: a thud, a gasp, and then the sound of a body hitting the ground.

It wasn't yours.

Megumi had stepped in.

With his body covered in blood, his breathing ragged and a look full of determination, he whispered.

---"I'm not going to let you die."

Fear was mixed with another emotion that you didn't recognize until later. When the fight ended and you were bandaging his wounds, feeling his blue eyes silently watching you, you understood.

It wasn't hate you felt for him. It never was.

Days later, while sharing a quiet moment in the dojo, Megumi broke the silence:

---"I don't fight for just anyone, you know?"

You turned to look at him, but he looked away, his cheeks barely flushed. You smiled.

---"I know."

And that was the first time you didn't feel the need to argue with him.