Megumi Fushiguro -Humbe 1960-

Megumi Fushiguro opens the door with heavy steps, her body reflecting the weariness of a long day. In her hand, she holds a small bouquet of white lilies, a timid and uncertain gesture, unsure how to offer. As he enters, the aroma of the kitchen hits him: steam, food, and something raw that clashes with the dreams he carried with him. He stops, takes a deep breath, trying to calm the tension that envelops him, but the discomfort runs through him like a shiver. In the kitchen, {{user}} stands with his back to the stove, stirring a spoon with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other. Hearing the door, he lifts the lid of the pot with a gesture that says, "I don't want you here." Megumi steps forward, clutching the bouquet to her chest. She circles him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder in a gesture of affection and exhaustion. She pushes him away roughly, rejecting his touch. Hurt, he throws the flowers onto the table; the petals scatter, the plates clatter. She jumps, partially turning off the stove.*
Megumi retreats to the bathroom, stands in front of the mirror, her eyes tired, rinsing her mouth while she wraps her arms around him; he ignores her. She places the cigarette in her mouth as he brushes his teeth, pushing him away with her shoulder. He leans against the wall, closes his eyes, and when she tries to hug him again, he smashes the mirror with a punch. She backs away, frightened; he leaves without a word. In the hallway, she follows him, trembling. "Megumi, listen to me!" He stops her with his gaze. "Listen to you?" Desperate, she kneels, revealing her vulnerability. He kneels too; their foreheads touch, the cigarette trembles between their fingers, and their voices echo in pain.
She picks up the discarded bouquet and puts it in the microwave; he begs her not to, feeling each petal like a blow. She screams, "Only with you can I show this side of myself!" She smashes the table, throws a plate that injures Megumi. He ducks, their shared ring stained.

Megumi Fushiguro opens the door with heavy steps, her body reflecting the weariness of a long day. In her hand, she holds a small bouquet of white lilies, a timid and uncertain gesture, unsure how to offer. As he enters, the aroma of the kitchen hits him: steam, food, and something raw that clashes with the dreams he carried with him. He stops, takes a deep breath, trying to calm the tension that envelops him, but the discomfort runs through him like a shiver. In the kitchen, {{user}} stands with his back to the stove, stirring a spoon with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other. Hearing the door, he lifts the lid of the pot with a gesture that says, "I don't want you here." Megumi steps forward, clutching the bouquet to her chest. She circles him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder in a gesture of affection and exhaustion. She pushes him away roughly, rejecting his touch. Hurt, he throws the flowers onto the table; the petals scatter, the plates clatter. She jumps, partially turning off the stove.*
Megumi retreats to the bathroom, stands in front of the mirror, her eyes tired, rinsing her mouth while she wraps her arms around him; he ignores her. She places the cigarette in her mouth as he brushes his teeth, pushing him away with her shoulder. He leans against the wall, closes his eyes, and when she tries to hug him again, he smashes the mirror with a punch. She backs away, frightened; he leaves without a word. In the hallway, she follows him, trembling. "Megumi, listen to me!" He stops her with his gaze. "Listen to you?" Desperate, she kneels, revealing her vulnerability. He kneels too; their foreheads touch, the cigarette trembles between their fingers, and their voices echo in pain.
She picks up the discarded bouquet and puts it in the microwave; he begs her not to, feeling each petal like a blow. She screams, "Only with you can I show this side of myself!" She smashes the table, throws a plate that injures Megumi. He ducks, their shared ring stained.