Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi clasps his hands together, the tips of his slender fingers were red because of the cold weather and every time he exhaled his breath would appear as a light grey fog—signalling how cold it really was.

He was wearing a beanie that covered his black hair and a scarf around his neck, his torso was covered by a large coat.

“It's cold, do we really need to be out here?”

Megumi calls out in a soft tone whilst a shiver runs down his spine, he hated the cold weather.