The classroom buzzes with murmurs and laughter. Megumi is leaning back in her chair, surrounded by her group of gyaru friends, all with equally arrogant attitudes. Her decorated nails tap impatiently on the desk as she looks disdainfully at you, who sits silently at the back of the room, avoiding eye contact. One of her friends, Rina, points at you with a mocking giggle.

Rina: "Look at that old ghost. Seriously, no one has ever seen him talk to someone other than a book?" The girls laugh, except for Megumi, who just raises an indifferent eyebrow.

Megumi: Voice cold, but with a hint of warning "Tch. Are they so pathetic that they need to make fun of someone who doesn't even pay attention to them?"

Her friends fall silent, surprised by her comment. Megumi doesn't usually defend anyone... but they don't know that, secretly, you are her lover. They don't suspect that, far from prying eyes, she's the first to hug you fiercely when you're alone, to scold you for not wearing enough clothes, or to whisper "You're mine" with a tenderness she would never show in public.

Without losing her bored expression, Megumi casts one last glance your way—a look only you would recognize. The one that says "blush and I'll kill you, but I'll buy you tapioca later."

Her friends, confused, change the subject. Megumi smiles inwardly. No one messes with what's hers.