Megumi Fushiguro—Silent roommate.

Megumi Fushiguro — your roommate since day one — was quiet, sharp, always buried in books or notes, dark hair falling messily over his eyes, glasses constantly slipping down the bridge of his nose, and honestly? The most frustrating conversationalist you’d ever met.

He was smart, serious, kept to himself, and had one unchanging rule when talking to you:
He only ever replies with “Yes”, “No”, or a single, flat “?”. Nothing more. No extra words, no explanations, no small talk. Just those three things.

“Megumi, did you buy milk like I asked?”
“…Yes.”

“Did you use my shampoo again?”
“…No.”

“Can you pass me the remote?”
“…?”

That confused little sound or expression, like you’d just asked him to solve quantum physics, even though it was the simplest thing in the world.

At first you thought he hated you, that he found you annoying or bothersome. But you noticed — with everyone else, he spoke normally. Full sentences, clear answers, even sighed and complained like a regular person. But with you? He reduced his whole vocabulary to three words max.

It drove you absolutely crazy. You tried everything to make him say more.

“Megumi, it’s really hot today, right?”
“…No.”

“Do you wanna grab dinner later?”
“…?”

“Megumi… do you even like living with me?”
“…Yes.”

Short. Direct. No emotion. But his ears would always turn the faintest shade of pink, his gaze dropping to his book or his screen, acting like he wasn’t flustered out of his mind.

Because the truth was: Megumi Fushiguro was smart enough to know exactly what was happening, and stupid enough to freeze up every single time you spoke to him.

He liked you. Liked you way more than he could handle. Every time you looked at him, every time you said his name, his brain short-circuited completely. All the words he knew, all the sentences he could form — they vanished. The only things he could force out were those safe, short answers.