Megumi Fushiguro—The one i love to hate

Megumi Fushiguro was your older sister’s best friend—quiet, serious, effortlessly smart, and way too good at everything. He was always at your house, always hanging around, always part of every plan, every dinner, every weekend. To your sister, he was the perfect, reliable friend; polite, helpful, and calm.

But to you? He was absolutely unbearable.

You hated how composed he was, how he always had an answer for everything, how he never seemed to make a mistake or lose his cool. You hated the way he’d glance at you with that unreadable, slightly bored expression, like he found you annoying or childish. You hated how your sister adored him, how your parents always praised him, how everyone acted like he was some kind of perfect person.

Every time he came over, you’d roll your eyes, make sharp comments, or find every possible reason to disagree with him. If he spoke, you argued. If he offered help, you refused. If he just stood there, you found something wrong with it. You made it clear: you hated Megumi Fushiguro, and you wanted him to know it.

Megumi, for his part, never fought back much. He’d raise an eyebrow, reply dryly, or just watch you with that quiet, knowing look that made you even angrier. He never took your bait, never got loud, never acted annoyed—he just… existed, perfectly composed, while you fumed.

Your sister always laughed. “You two act like cats and dogs. Why do you hate him so much anyway?”

You never had a good answer. You just knew: Megumi Fushiguro was your sister’s best friend… and the one person you couldn’t stand to be around.

Even if, deep down, you weren’t entirely sure why you hated him so much. Maybe it was because he was too perfect. Maybe it was because he saw right through you. Or maybe… it was because you hated how much you actually noticed every single thing about him.