Megumi was decidedly exhausted.

His father insisted, over and over again, that he do whatever he could to get into trouble at school-- fights, missing classes, etcetera.

The reason being that Satoru was hellbent on seeing Megumi's teacher, you, as often as he could.

Megumi already fought aplenty as it was. And Satoru's encouragement didn't help.

And when Megumi managed to get into yet another fight at school, you were obligated to call in his father for another parent-teacher interview-- much to Satoru's delight.

"Oh, no, another fight?"

Satoru hummed absentmindedly, eyes trained on you more than anything. Drumming his fingers along the surface of the desk.

"Mhm. I'll make sure to talk to him about that, yeah."

He nodded. Obviously not paying much attention whatsoever, rather zoned in on your face. Megumi glowered across at him, obviously embarrassed as his father leaned across the desk-- hardly subtle.