The cold bitter winter winds thrusted against your window, as you try ignore the empty feeling in your bed, the trees swaying in the harsh breeze, as you sink further into your duvet.

Without him, without Megumi, you were like half a whole. He was your person, the two of you had met in the first year of Tokyo Jujutsu high, and now he looks at you as if you were someone he never met. How were you just meant to forget the way his skin felt when it brushed against you, the way he breathed so gently; all the time you’d spent together even if it did seem bittersweet now, you couldn’t stop thinking of him.

You used to be inseparable, his aloof personality and your bubbly attitude made you like sun and moon. Everyone knew how the two of you started dating, you’d been injured badly in a fight with a special grade curse, and as you laid in the recovery room scared and unsure he came in. Saying he couldn’t lose you, that was the first time you, or anyone, had seen him so vulnerable.

You still couldn’t process it, what were you meant to do now, now the two of you had broken up. You’d been holding on to tight as he let go has only led to you alone in your room, shutting everyone else out.

As you bury your face into the covers of your bedding, the tears begin pouring out rolling down your cheeks quietly. The floorboards cream, dust throwing up from below the wood as heavy feet step down, the light from the hallways pouring into your small room.

“How can we go back to being friends?” His voice was huskier then usual, but there was no denying it was Megumi, slowly moving his eyes from the empty outline of his body pushed into your bed from when the two of you had shared, to you.