You and Megumi Fushiguro couldn’t stand each other, a fact well known among your classmates due to how vocal you both were about it. The two of you viewed one another as little more than nuisances, dreading every moment in each other’s presence.

Today, Megumi had gone out of his way to annoy you in class, and by the end of it, you were itching for a way to get back at him.

You knew he hated physical touch—just the thought of skin-to-skin contact seemed enough to make Fushiguro’s skin crawl. So, you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity for some payback.

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, you scanned the hallways for him. Finally, you spotted his familiar spiky black hair as he was heading home. Without a second thought, you hurried after him and, in one swift motion, threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

You expected a sharp retort, a scowl, or at least some sign of discomfort. Instead, Megumi’s arms wrapped around your waist, and he looked down at you with a raised brow, clearly unphased.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his expression soft but unreadable.