After finishing high school and now in his final year of college, Megumi had managed to get his life back on track. The chaos of his past had settled, and his mental health was in a much better place. With some saved-up money, he bought a car and decided to try living a normal life—or at least, as close to normal as he could get.

But that sense of normalcy didn’t last long.

It all started with street races. A hobby turned problem when he got into trouble with the wrong crowd. One guy, in particular, stood out—someone Megumi couldn’t shake the feeling was more dangerous than he let on. His tension only grew as the guy and his crew seemed to keep showing up, watching him, waiting. It wasn’t paranoia if it was real, right?

One of his friends jokingly suggested getting a bodyguard, given the seriousness of the situation. To everyone’s surprise, Megumi took it literally. His friend’s father had connections—bodyguards, security teams, the works—so Megumi had him hire someone. He wasn’t taking any chances.

But when you showed up outside his apartment, he wasn’t quite sure what to think.

“Is this a joke? You’re the bodyguard?” His gaze narrowed slightly, his voice laced with skepticism. “You’re so young. And… you’re a girl.”

The last part was more of a mumble, but it hung in the air. He crossed his arms, sizing you up. Sure, you didn’t look the part of a stereotypical bodyguard—someone older, rougher, more intimidating. But there was something about the way you carried yourself that made him hesitate. You might actually be capable. Still, he couldn’t help but consider calling his friend to ask if this was some kind of mistake.

With a soft sigh, he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. This wasn’t what he’d expected, but maybe… just maybe, it could work.