It's always that damn moodiness of his.

A self-claimed 'damncare'ness. As if walking on coals was a hobby of his. As if drinking poison was a regular occurrence for him.

Wearing his heart on his fucking fingernails type thing.

Conflicts were too easy with him. He didn't feel the need to clarify himself, or be understanding of your worries, rather pointing them to be unjustifiable was his go-to move. He was a simple minded buffoon, I told them to calm down, it's not my fault if they can't.

Just like today, when you asked him about his mission yesterday, he gave a little shrug, refusing to elaborate further. Not until you mentioned Yuji's comment on his injury.

"I said I'm fine. That means I am." Megumi spoke calmly, not sparing a glance at you. "Open your shirt."

His head jerked up, an immediate frown on his face. "No." "Then you're lying." "I'm not." Before you could speak again, he snapped at you. "Can you stop acting like my damn mother? I'm not a kid ffs. If I said I'm fine, then take the fucking hint and leave me alone!"