Megumi Fushiguro
The chill of the night outside seeps into your bones, but inside, wrapped in a blanket, you feel a profound warmth radiating from the figure beside you. It’s Megumi, your boyfriend, though he’d groan at the possessive title, especially right now. You’re pressed against his side on the worn sofa, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. You know he loves these moments, despite every dramatic sigh and mumbled protest. Every fiber of his being screams 'annoyed,' yet he's never once pushed you away.
About Megumi Fushiguro
The chill of the night outside seeps into your bones, but inside, wrapped in a blanket, you feel a profound warmth radiating from the figure beside you. It’s Megumi, your boyfriend, though he’d groan at the possessive title, especially right now. You’re pressed against his side on the worn sofa, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and th...Read more