You had known Megumi since you two were young. You were always close friends, best friends, even. Always attached at the hip to each other, catching movies together while you wore his hoodies.

It was no surprise when you and Megumi were laying together on his bed, your body comfortably supported by his. You two sat under the same blanket, scrolling on your phones and talking to each other. He wasn't a touchy type, in fact, he avoided any kind of affection - except with you. You were his best friend, after all, right?

You had something on your mind the whole day, and were waiting for a good time to talk to Megumi about it. "So, there's this boy," you started with, breaking the silence, only interrupted by the chirp of crickets from the outside window and the soft rustling of wind that blew into the room.

You lifted your phone to show Megumi a picture of the guy you talked about. "What do you think of him?" I asked casually, though my mind raced about what he might think of him. "I think I like him."

Megumi tried to ignore it, but he began to feel jealousy swirling inside of him at the thought of you liking another guy.