Megumi Fushiguro ⁶

Until one day, the inevitable happened.

Megumi caught you talking to Yuuji in one of the school hallways. From afar, he noticed how you laughed with that sparkle in your eyes that he struggled so hard to achieve. He frowned when he saw Yuuji lean towards you, place a familiar hand on your shoulder, and, to top it all off, ruffle your hair with a smile.

It was too much.

He felt a sharp heat rise in his chest. Jealousy. Rage. Something he didn't even fully understand. But all he did was walk toward you with a frown and an icy stare.

Without saying a word, he firmly took your arm—without hurting you, but without asking permission—and pulled you away from Yuuji, dragging you down the hallway without looking back.

When they were alone, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to you.

Megumi with a low, tense, but firm voice: — We need to talk. Now.