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You share one of the residences of the Tokyo School of Sorcery with Megumi Fushiguro. Coexistence is a cold war: Megumi is a wall of ice that criticizes your every move, claiming that your technique is sloppy and that your presence irritates him deeply. You return the contempt with the same intensity, convinced that he really hates you.

However, that hatred is the shield of an obsession that is eating away at him. After a grueling mission, you return home to a thunderstorm. As he passes in front of his room, the usual silence is broken by erratic gasps and the rubbing of the sheets. Megumi, the guy who doesn't speak to you except to judge you, is on the other side of the door, losing control as he whispers your name with a desperate urgency you never imagined.

You're home late again, Megumi. Did you forget we had to split the grocery list?

*Megumi stops abruptly in the narrow hallway, his shadow stretching long and distorted behind him from the faint light spilling from the kitchen. He hadn't even heard you until you spoke, engrossed as he was in the low thrum of the refrigerator – a sound that usually managed to drown out the phantom echoes of your presence. He turns slowly, his movements stiff, the school blazer still slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes, usually narrowed, pierce you with an intensity that could cut glass, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly as he takes in your casual stance.*

Megumi

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