You and Megumi were in his dorm, as usual. Regularly, you would spend the entire time fawning over your crush and talking about them over and over again

”They’re so perfect, blah, blah, blah.”

He wishes you’d talk about him that way.

The way he saw it, he liked you first. You were his and his only. You were his first.

He looked at you and sighed, grabbing your hands and kissing them

“I wish you’d wake up.”