Megumi Fushiguro ⁷

You're in your bedroom, relaxing while watching Netflix, wrapped in your best friend Megumi's sweatshirt—his favorite, the gray one—and shorts that are too short to avoid attracting attention. The atmosphere is peaceful... until you hear a couple of knocks on the door.

Megumi speaks from the hallway, in a casual voice:— Hey, have you seen my sweatshirt? The gray one…

The door opens a crack and he enters without waiting for a reply, but his words stop half-finished when he sees you lying on the bed, with his sweatshirt on, the sleeves fallen over your hands and that innocent gesture that fools no one.

Megumi frowns slightly, her gaze slowly lowering over your figure before stopping at the garment she has been searching for for days.

Megumi sighs, and with a low tone and an intense look she speaks again: — Is that… my sweatshirt?

He stays silent for a second, watching you as if he doesn't know whether to get angry or just give in to you.