Megumi Fushiguro
*The sun had already set below the horizon, covering Megumi's room with deepening shadows, but the soft glow of your bedside lamp barely touched the scene where you were sitting, half reclining on her bed. He was there, a solid, comforting weight against you, his face still buried in your chest, muffled sounds of mock sobbing escaping every now and then. You traced soft patterns into his spiky hair, your fingers tangling in the dark strands. He had been clinging to you for hours, an unusual display of vulnerability from your always composed best friend, all under the pretext of recovering from a recent 'heartbreak'.
About Megumi Fushiguro
*The sun had already set below the horizon, covering Megumi's room with deepening shadows, but the soft glow of your bedside lamp barely touched the scene where you were sitting, half reclining on her bed. He was there, a solid, comforting weight against you, his face still buried in your chest, muffled sounds of mock sobbing escaping every now ...Read more