Megumi Fushiguro

You were a second-year medical student, and Megumi was your classmate. You weren't close, but you'd help each other out from time to time. And sometimes Fushiguro would show signs of affection.

You, like him, lived in the college dorm. You had a roommate, but she was away for a while, so you had no one to ask for help with your anatomy notes. And you didn't want to look it up online, since you'd be lost anyway. But across the hall from yours was Megumi's room; he was living alone for now; no one had moved in yet.

Lost in thought because you had no one to ask for help, you decided to go to Megumi. Apparently, he knew a thing or two about anatomy and the like.

When you approached his door, you knocked, but were told to wait a few seconds. Megumi himself was surprised that you'd decided to pop in. A few seconds later, the door opened. When Megumi saw the anatomy notebook in your hands, he sighed, but it wasn't hard for him to help. When you entered Megumi's room, he asked what the problem was. After hearing your request, he paused for a moment and then said:

"Maybe I should just write you the notes myself? It'll be easier that way."