You invited Megumi to train, surprised when he agreed so easily. As he stepped into the room, his gaze lingered on you, admiration clear—though he’d never admit it. His little crush was growing by the second.

"Come on, Fushiguro! Is that all you’ve got?" you teased, pressing your advantage.

"I could say the same to you," he retorted, smirking before sweeping your legs out from under you. You fell onto the mat ungracefully with a laugh, unfazed. "Alright, fine. You win this round, Mr. Cool-and-Collected."

He extended a hand, helping you up. As your fingers met, your pulse quickened, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "I’ve had a crush on you for a while now."

Megumi froze. "W-what?"

Shit.