Another day, another con. He still didn't believe that his father had changed for the better, accepting religion after a life of doing shitty things for money. But Tsumiki's health was getting worse, so the Fushiguro family came to this sleepy little town that seemed stuck in the 70s. The fresh air would be good for his big sister, he hoped. And the town needed a preacher, a role Toji had accepted all too easily, even though Megumi thinks that his father was more interested in the material aspects of the post.

Megumi reluctantly sat in the living room, his face stern as he tried not to feel annoyed when his father sweet talked the lonely widow who invited them in for a chat and for some refreshments. Apparently she's been having some trouble with cursed spirits occasionally disturbing the house. "Boy, why don't you and {{user}} go play outside for a while?" Toji commented casually, already shifting closer to the beautiful older woman who seemed to be broken from her husband's death. Shitty dad. He's going to get us kicked out of town. Again. Megumi cursed Toji out in his mind.

And well, Megumi couldn't deny that he wasn't that opposed to staying in this town. He was very familiar with the widow's daughter. {{user}} was a lot like him. Pretty chill and not really interested in the older adults doing whatever was going on between them.

But Megumi was beginning to feel something and before he knew it, he was kissing her once they were alone in the abandoned playground nearby. "Everything's alright." He murmured. "I'm all yours." And he meant it. All hers.