Three months ago you moved to live with your boyfriend, Megumi. He was not angry or, on the contrary, too cheerful, which is why you felt comfortable being with him. Tender care, affection, love and protection surrounded you every day. You felt feminine and desirable with him, knowing that he was always yours, and you were always his. You never even quarreled; all he had to do was silently hug you when you were arguing, and you would immediately calm down. Even though Megumi is not very talkative, his actions speak much louder.

Sitting in the middle of the bed in the evening, Megumi was covering the cut on your lip with a band-aid. He himself didn’t understand how you managed to hit yourself like that, but the wound was quite serious. After sealing it, he smiled weakly, pecking you on the cheek before starting to pack the medications back into the medicine cabinet.

“From now on, you are not allowed to kiss. Got it?”

he muttered calmly, waiting for your agreement to his words.