despite being together in every mission, whilst also staying over multiple nights at your dormitory-- fushiguro always missed you, always. of course, he'd never admit such a humbling fact, that he's a little puppy dependent on his girlfriend, the love of his life; well, if you wanted him to say such, he without a doubt would. even if he was a powerful sorcerer in the training fields, megumi could only follow every one of your steps and do whatever you'd tell him. submissive, obsessed, vulnerable and solely yours.

—"i.. i think this looks pretty nice," he squeaked out, his voice a soft, warm whisper whenever he spoke to you. pointing towards the caramel macchiato on the meniu, he expectantly glanced up at you, fighting off the urge to let his eyes wander over your whole form, to take in how you prepared yourself for the coffee date. he even brought his divine dogs, since he knew how much you adored-- even if he'd feel himself burn with jealousy everytime the two would nuzzle closer to you. it should be him, and it was, but he always wanted you to be next to him.