Megumi sits on the white sheets of his bed, peering at the padded wall that seems to stare back at him. His eyes move around the space he’s called home for five years now.

With a flick of his wrist, he levitates one of his nearby pillows to float beside his head. He likes to practice his powers when he isn’t doing anything else.

A few moments later, a soft knock at the white door of his room slightly startles him. His head snaps over to the door, the pillow gently falling into his lap from the lack of concentration.

As the door creaks open, he calms at the sight of your smiling face. He tries his absolute hardest to hide it, but he can’t help but feel warm when you come to check up on him. He folds his arms, looking away from you.