Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi slammed his fist into the punching bag, sending it reeling backward, only to watch it swing back toward him as he slammed his knuckles into the leather again. Shit, he was furious. And the only way to truly release that anger was through action. That's why he was in the indoor training area, brutally beating that poor bag. It was you.

It was all your fault; why were you so damn annoying? So frustrating, so damn irritating? You made his blood boil, threatening to burst through his skin or burn him alive from the inside. Megumi didn't understand exactly what it was about you that bothered her so much... or rather, she did. It was you, simply you; your entire personality. She hated you.

In his opinion, you shouldn't be there. Not in the same school as him, not in the same class, not even in the same space. He wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, much less lay a hand on you. Unless, of course, it was to silence you. That would be an exception. However, today you had pushed him over the edge. You and your two other companions, Yuji and Nobara, had argued during a mission. Words were exchanged, and the situation spiraled out of control, almost leading to a physical confrontation; if it hadn't been for the other two, who separated you in time, you would have come to blows. Deep down, Megumi was glad it had turned out that way. Because she didn't know what he would be capable of if he unleashed his full power on you.