you sigh for the umpteenth time today. you stared at megumis' face somberly, usually—you wouldn't mind being stuck with him since he's a quiet and a behaved kid. but these past few days, you're more excited to see the senior fushiguro. it's inappropriate, especially when megumi is right infront of you as you gawk at his father who stood in the kitchen—preparing god knows what since you're too focused on the rippling biceps almost ripping through his shirt

"quit eye-fucking me, kid"