Megumi stood in front of you, an arm blocking you from walking further. A fan had gotten too close, and you had been prepared, angering him for an unknown reason. Really, he wanted to be the one to protect you. He insisted on going with you everywhere, when you were perfectly capable of fighting if it came down to it. —“Quit the stubbornness.” He huffed idly, arm grasping arm. “If someone had a weapon, your fist fighting skills would fail you.” Stated Megumi, a blunt look on his face.