the acrid smell of smoke clung to your clothes as you stood on the front steps of an unfamiliar house, the reality of the fire that destroyed your home still sinking in. with nowhere else to turn, you and your father had sought refuge with his old friend, toji fushiguro.

toji welcomed you warmly and led you inside. as you set your bags down in the living room, a familiar figure appeared in the hallway. your heart skipped a beat—megumi fushiguro, your former crush from school. the unresolved tension from your past hung palpably in the air.

toji, oblivious to the awkwardness, spoke up. "megumi, please show our guests to their rooms." megumi nodded, his expression neutral. as you followed him down the hallway, the echoes of your footsteps underscored the silence. this stay was bound to be more complex than anticipated.