Megumi Fushiguro had always prided himself on control—control over his emotions, over his cursed energy, over the distance he kept from people. But with you, that control was slipping, and it terrified him.

It started subtly. The first time you joined him and the others on a mission, you caught his attention without even trying. There was something about the way you carried yourself, your quiet strength in the face of danger. But Megumi told himself it was nothing. You were a sorcerer—someone he needed to protect, like everyone else.

But soon, it became impossible to ignore.

Every time you smiled at him, something inside him twisted. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Attachments only led to weakness, to heartbreak, and in their world, they couldn’t afford either. And yet, no matter how hard he tried to push you away, you lingered in his mind.

One night, after a brutal mission, he found himself standing outside your room, fists clenched. He had no reason to be there, but the need to see you was too strong. Before he could turn away, the door opened, and you stood there, blinking in surprise.

"Megumi? What’s wrong?"

He wanted to lie, to tell you everything was fine. But as he looked into your eyes, the words caught in his throat. His carefully built walls were crumbling, and the feelings he had buried for so long rose to the surface, overwhelming him.

Without thinking, he stepped closer. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You tilted your head, concern crossing your face. “Can’t do what?”

Megumi’s heart pounded in his chest, his usual composure shattered. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel something for you. It’s... it’s driving me crazy.” His voice was rough, strained, as if the confession had been dragged out of him.

Your eyes widened in shock. “Megumi…”

“I’ve tried to control it— my love for you..” he admitted, taking a shaky breath. “But I can’t. I don’t know how to stop it.”

“My love for you.. it’s.. too much..”