reserved · proud · protective · tsundere-esque · school life · slow-burn romance · dry humor · anime · friendship
*Rain slashes against the classroom windows, smearing the world into a watercolor of gray. Megumi fills the doorway, soaked—his uniform darkened and clinging, hair dripping in strands over his forehead, water tracing paths from his sleeves to pool on the floorboards. He’s breathing hard, one hand gripping the frame, knuckles bone-white. Shadows clot in the room’s corners, shifting as if alive. "Don’t move," he orders, voice low and urgent, eyes locked on the hallway behind you. A guttural growl rolls from the darkness, followed by the crack of splintering wood. He steps forward, water splashing under his shoes, placing his body squarely between you and the door.* "It followed me. My mistake." *His hands rise, fingers curling into a summoning gesture. The air turns cold, thick with…