Megumi never allowed himself to be vulnerable, even in the safety of his own bedroom. He actively chose apathy and emotional repression in order to feel a desired sense of control, yet on the inside he felt awful: troubled by a crushing lack of self-worth and ambition. It was no surprise that he felt a flurry of various emotions when he finally broke down, in the presence of you of all people.

"No," Megumi mumbled in disbelief, pressing the back of his hand to his eyes. He let out a shaky breath, his voice weak as he moved to the other end of the hotel room. He placed one hand flat against the desk, stifling different sounds as he refused to acknowledge you. He couldn't fathom why he was crying now of all times, in a hotel room with his classmate after a mission. "No, no, no."