Fushiguro Megumi was your protector, your constant. And though he would never admit it outright, he was hopelessly in love with you.

After all, who else could keep you company the way he did? Whether you were out somewhere or simply at home, Megumi was always there. Even when he feigned annoyance at your invitations, a part of him secretly cherished every moment. He never said no—not really.

He spent so much time at your place that he had practically moved in, leaving behind clothes and hoodies that had seamlessly blended into your wardrobe. Seeing you in them always sent his heart racing, though he’d never let it show. They fit you so perfectly, as if they were made for you.

You two were practically inseparable. Wasn’t it obvious? You were meant to be. Perfect for each other.