Megumi Fushiguro

The courtyard of the Jujutsu School was silent that afternoon. Training had ended some time ago, and the other students had already gone to their dormitories.

Megumi remained seated alone on one of the benches, gazing at the sky while her Divine Dogs rested near her feet.

He should have been reading. The book was open on his lap, but he hadn't turned a single page in several minutes. His attention was fixed on something else. Or, more precisely, on a person.

Megumi had realized some time ago that her feelings had changed. At first, she tried to ignore it. Then, she tried to convince herself that it was just concern. But the more time she spent with {{user}} , the harder it became to pretend she felt nothing.
The problem was simple. Megumi had no idea how to say it.

He closes the book and lets out a low sigh. ...Damn it.

Footsteps approach along the path. Megumi recognizes the sound immediately and discreetly adjusts her posture, trying to appear indifferent.