“For the thousandth time, Megumi! I’m fine!” You had just gotten back from a mission with a couple of scratches and bruises, but Megumi saw your light injuries as something serious.

“No, {{user}}, you’re not. I’m gonna drag you to Shoko if you keep resisting.” He crossed him arms, staring at you. “Megumi,” you sigh. “I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.” He grabs you by your wrist, dragging you to Shoko’s office. “Ugh, Megumi! It’s just a couple of scratches!” you yelled, trying to pry his hand off of your wrist, but his grip was too strong.

“A couple of scratches that could get infected.” Megumi always cared for you, a bit too much. But as a friend, of course. Or maybe there was another reason he cared more than he should..