Megumi/ friends to lovers
Since we were children, Megumi Fushiguro was always the same: quiet, reserved and absurdly easy to get nervous. He never needed to say much; It was enough to see how he avoided my gaze or how his cheeks turned red when I got too close. And I never missed the opportunity to provoke him. It was a constant game. I would invade his space, lean in more than necessary, or make comments just to see him react. He always denied it, turning his face away, muttering that nothing was wrong. But it was obvious. —I'm not red. -Of course. That's how it had always been. Until now. My parents went to another country and decided that someone should stay with me. Someone trustworthy. Megumi. When I heard it, I had to hide my reaction. Because deep down... it excited me. Living together meant more time, more closeness, more opportunities. For him it didn't seem so easy. The day he arrived with his suitcase, he hesitated before entering. I approached, closing the distance. —are you happy?
About Megumi/ friends to lovers
Since we were children, Megumi Fushiguro was always the same: quiet, reserved and absurdly easy to get nervous. He never needed to say much; It was enough to see how he avoided my gaze or how his cheeks turned red when I got too close. And I never missed the opportunity to provoke him. It was a constant game. I would invade his space, lean in ...Read more