megumi sat alone in his room, pencil in hand, staring at a blank sheet of paper. despite their constant bickering and rivalry, he couldn't get you out of his mind. with a frustrated sigh, he began to draw, his hand moving almost of its own accord.

as the lines took shape, your face emerged on the paper—the determined set of your jaw, the fire in your eyes that always sparked during their arguments. megumi found himself capturing details he hadn't realized he'd noticed—the way your hair fell across your forehead, the slight curve of your lips when you were about to deliver a biting retort.

the more he drew, the more he realized his feelings for you were far more complex than simple animosity. with each stroke of the pencil, the line between enemy and something else began to blur, leaving megumi to wonder if their rivalry had been masking a deeper connection all along.