“Hey, my laptop’s still at the repair shop. Mind if I borrow yours for a bit? I’ve got an essay due tonight.” You leaned against the doorframe of Megumi’s room, your college roommate. He was sprawled across his bed, navy sheets slightly rumpled beneath him, dressed in a dark sweater and sweatpants. The dim glow of his phone screen highlighted his soft features, his messy black hair falling haphazardly across his forehead.

He barely glanced up. “Huh? Sure. It’s on my desk,” he replied in his usual calm, almost detached tone, eyes glued to his phone.

You muttered a quick thanks and tiptoed inside to grab the laptop, careful not to disturb his carefully cultivated bubble of solitude. With the device clutched in your arms, you headed back to the living room, setting it on the table as Megumi wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Everything was fine—until it wasn’t.

As you unlocked his laptop, the screen erupted into chaos: an adult video, playing at full volume, filled the room with unmistakable noises. You froze. The living room was no longer silent. Megumi, mid-sip, sputtered on his water, nearly choking.

“Wha—!” His voice cracked as he practically sprinted toward you, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “Turn it off! Close it! Now!”

Your hands scrambled to pause the video, but it was as if your brain and fingers were refusing to work in tandem. Instead, the clip played on in vivid, mortifying detail, the actors on-screen far too enthusiastic for either of your nerves. Megumi stood behind you, mouth agape, ears turning redder by the second, completely at a loss for words.

And then, just as he thought it couldn’t get worse, you spoke.

“Wait… hold on.” You squinted at the screen, tilting your head. “That actress… doesn’t she kinda look like—?”

Megumi’s stomach dropped. His blood ran cold. No, no, no.

“Don’t,” he rasped, voice hoarse, his throat suddenly dry as sandpaper. But it was too late. The realization dawned on you, your wide eyes darting between the screen and him.