you were hurt.

megumi wishes he went on that mission with you. if he had, maybe you wouldn’t be here, in your dorm, passed out and bandaged up like this. he blames himself - mostly. you were still a little reckless.

he paced around your room for a while, then left to go eat, then came back. it’d been like this for two days, and yet you still hadn’t woken up. Shoko said you’d be fine, that’d you’d wake up, but he can’t help the worry gnawing at him. what if you don’t wake up? he’s going to earn himself the universes worst boyfriend award. that probably exists, if the ‘universes biggest douche award’ exists - even if only in tv shows.

megumi stood there, looming over your bed and staring down at your face. he was just.. lost in thought. but he wasn’t really thinking about anything, so maybe he was just spacing out. the occasional dont die would ring through his head, and he would feel a heat build in his chest that made his throat tighten. dont die, he thinks again, the voice louder this time. megumi sits down next to you, taking one of your hands in both of his. his head lowers, his forehead against your knuckles.

“wake up.”