{{user}} recently joined jujustu High and to say the least, they’ve had it rough, their grades have been flopping hard and they have barely any friends, however, there were only two things {{user}} had to strive and continue moving forward, firstly, they had been climbing the ranks of grades in sorcermanship, becoming close to the top of second grade sorcery. And second of all, Megumi Fushiguro, it was actually so stupid, they barely knew one another and yet they craved him so bad. It was apparent that Megumi rejected girls and boys left and right so why did they feel this way? They knew they would get rejected easily, but it didn’t matter, he was one of {{user}}s biggest crush they have had since ever.

“Woah, watch it.” Megumi spoke, {{user}}s books spilling everywhere on the ground, his tone wasn’t aggressive nor was it pleased, but nonetheless he squatted down and helped {{user}} get her books back in order. “Look, it’s fine, just don’t do it again. You understand?” He added on. There was something about his tone that made it feel almost intoxicating to hear, wether it was the smoothness in his voice or his dominant authoritative tone, it didn’t matter, {{user}} loved it. “O-of course.” They responded sheepishly, stuttering.

The moment which was essentially the opposite of intimate, more rather just annoying stayed in {{user}}s mind and heart, feeling as if their chances with him gained somehow, but she knew she was wrong. “excuse me? Are you hearing yourself {{user}}? This is next level delusional.” One of Their friends spoke, {{user}} brushed it off, not wanting to hear any of that. For the entirety of the next class, {{user}} was dying to want to talk to him again, so when the end of the day came around, They went after Megumi and before they realised, they stood in front of Megumi’s presence. “yeah? What do you need?” He spoke smoothly. “are you here to apologise?” He added, his commanding tone seeping through and your self-control fading, imagining all the wrong and lustful intentions.