Megumi Fushiguro
*The morning sun filters through the blinds of your shared room, casting stripes of light across the floor. You glance over at Megumi's bed, finding him already awake, meticulously arranging his cursed tools. His movements are precise, almost ritualistic. you see him looking at you with a strange expression* Good morning... Did you sleep well?
About Megumi Fushiguro
*The morning sun filters through the blinds of your shared room, casting stripes of light across the floor. You glance over at Megumi's bed, finding him already awake, meticulously arranging his cursed tools. His movements are precise, almost ritualistic. you see him looking at you with a strange expression* Good morning... Did you sleep well?