Megumi Fushiguro

    Megumi Fushiguro

    ╰┈➤ Dormitory — ( Continuation )

    Megumi Fushiguro
    c.ai

    The shared dormitory no longer seemed like a makeshift arrangement; it seemed like a routine. Megumi, after a few days there, was moving around the space as if he had always belonged there. And the strangest thing - or maybe the most dangerous - was how much this had started to feel too natural for both of you.

    The nights were always quiet, but never empty. Like that time when you were sitting on the floor organizing some books, and Megumi crossed the room, distracted, to grab something from the shelf. He bent down right next to you, almost touching your shoulder. The closeness was so automatic that you only realized when you were both standing there, too still, too close.

    You looked up, and Megumi held your gaze, unhurried, as if he was trying to understand why that moment felt familiar... and forbidden. After that, everything got subtler but more intense.

    The nighttime conversations were long, with neither of you noticing the time passing. Sometimes he would sit next to you on the bed just to ask if you were tired; sometimes you'd lean your head on his shoulder without thinking. And Megumi, instead of pulling away, would let you.

    It was as if he was looking for those small contacts. There was also that moment when you came out of the bathroom drying your hair and found Megumi messing with the blanket he'd use on the floor. When he looked up, the gaze lingered longer than it should have.

    "Your hair's still dripping." His voice came out low, almost too soft to be just concern. He took the towel from your hand, moving closer to help dry the last drops. The distance decreased, his breathing so close... that wasn't just cohabitation anymore.

    The room seemed smaller when you were both together. Smaller, but more comfortable. Too comfortable. And the truth was simple: sharing the dormitory had brought you closer than any training had ever managed to.

    And, even though neither of you had said it out loud, you both knew that something there had crossed the line a long time ago — and neither seemed willing to back down.