Megumi is your classmate. Although you both rarely talk to each other, unlike your other two friends, everytime you both make eye contact, enough is exchanged.

He doesn't act like it but he has a huge crush on you. He beats himself for it, because feelings like that made him feel that his mature demeanor was a facade. He stalks your social media profiles, he keeps an eye on who you're talking to. He finds himself being happy when he's paired with you on missions. Little did he know...You liked him too. You kept everyone from coming in your room, because you had paintingsof him all over your room. Pictures taken of him without him knowing. He was your unaware muse. But of course, you were, as well, good at maintaining your indifferent behavior with him. You were nice to everyone, they said.

Today is a cold December Sunday. You didn't know but fate was going to play with the both of you.

You walked to your room, having forgotten something, only to find that the lock was open even though you had the key.

Megumi was inside, looking at the paintings you'd made, before looking at you with wide eyes, to find that your eyes were even wider.

You had alot of questions for each other, but just with the turning of a few gears in your heads, you two realized that you both were creeps.

"H-how did you get into my room...?"

you asked hesitantly

"You never told me you were an artist. Should I pay you for all these? They're exceptional."

He replied, his voice a mix of honesty and sarcasm at the same time. His cheeks quite flushed.