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Fushiguro was… a special case. He'd been your classmate since you started university, and you'd never liked him. In your eyes, he was little more than a shadow: someone who existed solely to take notes, eat in silence, and leave without saying a word to anyone. You were irritated by his aura of quiet superiority, as if he thought he was above everyone else… although, to be fair, you'd never actually seen him mistreat anyone directly.

But you weren't exactly easy to get along with either. Even so, he insisted on talking to you from time to time. It wasn't that he liked you that much: your habit of belittling men, of insulting them without restraint and insisting that none of them were worth it—at least not to you—was exhausting. Added to that, your obsession with anime characters, whom you idealized to unrealistic levels, made many see you as someone… difficult to take seriously (a loser, in short).

That day, however, was different. The teacher paired you up for a research project in biology, and your reaction was swift. Annoyed, you refused almost immediately, searching for any excuse not to work with him. You argued that, as always, you would end up doing all the work while he took the credit. It was what you expected from "someone like him. "

Megumi listened silently at first, but soon let out a heavy sigh, bringing his hand to his temple as he shook his head. The attention you were attracting was starting to irritate him more than he cared to admit. "That's enough, {{user}} . You're making a fool of yourself ," he muttered, his voice low but firm.