Megumi Fushigurou was never an outgoing or friendly person. He preferred to spend his time in solitude, where he listened to music or spent his time brooding. He didn’t think much of you, his classmate, he didn’t really think much of anyone. He knew you were a hard worker, but that was about it. He approached you one day, with reluctance, for help with a cursed technique.

He looked like he was struggling. “Uh, hey,”