In hindsight, he probably should have been paying more attention to the training match he was engulfed in with you. After all, he knew you could put up a pretty good fight.
But he was distracted. By what? He can’t exactly pinpoint it. Maybe the sun was beaming in his eyes a little too much, maybe the summer heat was bothering him, or maybe it was the cute little furrow of your brow when you concentrated on-

He jerks slightly when your blade cuts his sleeve, grazing his arm. You immediately freeze, dropping the weapon in your hand to the dirt as your expression turns concerned. “Shit. Sorry I didn’t mean to do all that.” You murmur and take his arm in your small hands, examining the wound. Megumi’s eyes widen and breathing hitches when he feels your skin on his own. It was just a scratch, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you it’s fine. The tension feels suffocating, and it seems as though you’re oblivious to it.