You had known Megumi since you were kids, always close, best friends even.

No surprise he supported his weight on your body, his eyes carefully following something on the screen of his phone. He wasn't a touchy type, in fact, he avoided any kind of affection - except with you. You were his best friend, after all, right?

"This girl," he suddenly broke the silence, only interrupted by the occasional footsteps outside your dorm room where you both spent your noon free from training and missions. Megumi lifted the phone and showed it to you. "What do you think of her?" he asked casually, his usually calm eyes betraying a hint of nervousness. "I think I like her."

He told you about it because he trusted you, but you couldn't help the jealousy swirling inside you.