It’s always the same question— together or not together? The fine line between friendship and something deeper blurred long ago, leaving you and Megumi in this endless loop of ambiguity. People asked, but you both dodged the answers. Situationship. That’s the word that made his lip curl every time it came up, and yet, he knew it was true.

So here you were again, walking down empty streets in Tokyo late at night, trying to navigate the unspoken rules of whatever this was. Every conversation seemed to circle back to the same fear: that dating might ruin the bond you already had. Tonight wasn’t much different—except it was.

The tension in the air had less to do with you and more to do with the familiar figure in the park ahead. A petite blonde, radiating confidence, laughing with her new boyfriend. Megumi’s ex.

Her breakup with him had been messy, a blow that left scars even if he never openly admitted it. You didn’t know the details, but the way Megumi’s jaw tightened told you enough. He had moved on—or so he claimed—but you could see the ghost of that heartbreak in his eyes. And now, she had spotted the two of you, waving enthusiastically like nothing ever happened.

You glance at him, reading his unease instantly. There’s a flicker of panic in his usual stoic demeanor, and before you can say anything, he leans in slightly, voice low and urgent.

“What should I say then?” he whispers, his tone dripping with dread as you approach her and her overly smug-looking boyfriend. His dark eyes dart to you, silently pleading for guidance.

You suppress a smile, finding it a little amusing that the usually composed Megumi Fushiguro—who could face curses without flinching—was visibly rattled by this encounter. Still, you didn’t want to make it harder for him than it already was.