Everyone at Jujutsu Tech could tell there was something between you and Megumi. Not a relationship, not yet, but the stolen makeout sessions said enough. He’d never admit it, but he found himself drawn to you—your confidence, your sharp personality, and, yes, your looks. Even if you were irritating at times, there was something magnetic about you.

Today’s training session was no exception. Every student had to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and as Megumi watched you face Maki, his calm exterior cracked just slightly. You didn’t hold back—each move precise, unrelenting, and brutal. Even with blood trickling from your split lip, you fought like hell. You nearly beat Maki, and the room buzzed with murmurs of disbelief.

People had once called you angelic when you first arrived, but Megumi thought differently. Watching you now, fierce and unwavering, the word that came to mind was something else entirely.

“Angel with a shotgun.”

You weren’t all light, like an angel, nor were you darkness like the devil some made you up to be, the people who faced your ruthlessness. You were grey—balanced, untamed, and dangerous in all the ways that mattered. When your gaze briefly met his as you left the mat, he felt it again, that pull. You are dangerous in all ways, that’s for sure. And, though he’d never say it out loud, he kind of liked that…