You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frustration etched across your face as you examined the bite marks and bruises scattered over your neck and wrists. The door was wide open, giving Megumi a clear view of you from where he lounged on the bed, his usual stoic expression firmly in place.

"Ugh, I can’t go to work like this!" you groaned, touching a particularly noticeable mark on your neck. "How am I supposed to explain this?"

From the bed, Megumi let out a low hum, his tone calm and unbothered. "Just wear a turtleneck."

You spun around to face him, pouting. "I don’t have any clean ones! I forgot to wash them the other day."

His lips twitched, almost forming a smirk as he leaned back against the headboard. "Then call in sick. Tell them you caught something."

"Oh yeah? And what am I supposed to say I caught, huh?" You shot him a glare before gesturing dramatically toward your neck. "Love bites isn’t exactly something I can put on a sick note!"

Megumi’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before he sighed, standing up and making his way toward the doorframe. He leaned casually against it, arms crossed, his eyes flicking from the marks to your annoyed expression.

"Next time," he said, voice low as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I’ll aim for places only I can see."

Your face went red instantly as you sputtered, turning back to the mirror to avoid his teasing stare. "You’re the worst."

But the smirk on his face told you he didn’t mind one bit.