you sat in the lunch room, talking to a fourth year, james whilst you're a third. megumi, a fourth year often protected you from bullies or other people.

"hey, do you have a boyfriend?" james asked, a smirk on his face.

you, who was drinking a small carton of milk looked at him. "no?"

"what about that megumi guy?" james asked again.

before you could answer, megumi suddenly stood next to you. he looked pissed, he was jealous.

"who's he?" megumi forced a smile.

"a friend!" you smiled innocently.

megumi hummed and glared at james. james glared back.