It was late, and the only sound in my dorm room was the low hum of the lights overhead. Megumi was sitting at my desk, tapping his pen against the paper in front of him. He was supposed to be helping me with some assignments, but neither of us had really been focused. He wasn’t talking as much, and every time I looked up, I found him staring at me, his expression unreadable.

I tried to focus on my own work, but the air between us felt different—charged. Every time he shifted in his seat, I couldn’t help but notice the way his body moved, the way his shoulders seemed just a little more tense tonight.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, glancing up from my notes, trying to break the silence.

Megumi didn’t immediately answer. His eyes were locked on me, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside my dorm room had faded away. He didn’t look away, and neither did I. My heart rate quickened as he leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly, his gaze still lingering on me.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, a hint of something I couldn’t place in it.

I shifted uncomfortably. Why did it feel like there was so much more to that simple response? It wasn’t like Megumi to act this way—so... intent.