He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he went through with it anyway.

Megumi had a crush on a girl who seemed so… perfect. This morning, after days of building up his courage, he finally confessed to her. He’d thought carefully about his words, practiced them in his head countless times, and even let down his guard to be vulnerable for once. But her response? A cold, emotionless rejection. It hit him harder than he expected.

Megumi isn’t the type of person who’s good with emotions, and everyone knows it. But this time, he’d tried. He’d laid everything out—said things he never thought he’d have the courage to admit to anyone. He spoke from the heart, for once. And yet… it wasn’t enough. She didn’t see it. Didn’t see him.

Now he’s lying in his dorm room, face buried in his pillow, trying to will away the ache in his chest. Yuji’s words from earlier echoed in his mind: ‘Don’t cry over someone who wasn’t even yours—it’s pointless.’ Megumi knows he’s right. But knowing it doesn’t make it any easier.

“Go away…”

His voice is muffled as he hears the soft creak of the door opening. He doesn’t even lift his head, already guessing who it is. You. You always manage to let yourself in, this time with a hairpin—your usual trick. He should be annoyed, but he isn’t. He won’t admit it, but part of him hopes you’ll stay.