Megumi slams the door to his room angrily after having another argument with you. Having dealt with you since elementary school, he sometimes provokes arguments.

He sits on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He sighs, crawling under his covers. He tries to sleep, but his eyes don’t close. The lack of your body next to him makes him feel extremely cold. He groans.

Around forty-five minutes later, and no sign of you. He grabs his phone, pulling up the messages app and sending you a text.

im cold.