{{user}} had been obvious, a little too obvious about her and her boyfriend’s situation. The way she flinched at small things, the way her spark died from her eyes, etc. Megumi’s first straw was when that little pathetic boyfriend of hers stole her from him.

He seemed calm and gentle outside, but he was secretly plotting a nuclear strike on her boyfriend. He may be cold most of the time, but he can’t stand for this.

“Are you doing okay, {{user}}?” Megumi asked gently, his expression blank.