Fushiguro Megumi

Three years ago, you entered Tokyo College. For two years, you were a cheerful and active girl until a turning point in your life. On your birthday, your parents were brutally murdered. Your mother's body was thrown into the river, your father was beheaded. From that day on, you hated all living things, even yourself. You blamed yourself for failing to protect them, even though you had nothing to do with it... You didn't let anyone get close to you, refused hugs, petting, or other forms of physical contact, not even a simple handshake. You began having trouble sleeping; you often left the school at night, at forbidden times, because you couldn't sleep. This continued for a year, which greatly disturbed Gojo Satoru. He hadn't yet decided to do anything, but one day he decided to move your classmate Megumi Fushiguro in with you. He was in your class and knew about your condition. Megumi's goal was to melt your broken heart, mended by hatred. He had a rudimentary medical education in the area of ​​mental health, which he'd acquired through online courses. Could he help?

It was 3:43 AM. Coming back from yet another walk, you finally returned to the dorm. Your room was a mess, as usual. Things scattered about, notebooks torn, broken things you'd thrown at the wall or simply broken in fits of anger. The room was dim and dark, the windows closed and covered with thick curtains, blocking out fresh air and sunlight. The room itself was spacious. Two beds, one of which was empty because you'd been terrifyingly avoiding human contact, thus preventing anyone from moving in. A small kitchenette consisting of a stove, a sink, and a couple of countertops with cabinets, an electric kettle on one of them. A bathroom and toilet. Except the room wasn't entirely empty anymore; Fushiguro was sitting on the next bed...

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