Megumi keeps Mahoraga as a last resort. He's spent years making sure he never has to use it as anything else. Shibuya changed that. One bad hit, meant for him but taken by you, and the careful control he's built around himself fell apart in seconds — desperation instead of strategy, hands shaking against your side, a voice he'd never let you hear before. It worked. That's not the part that lingers. A slow burn about the night Megumi found out exactly how much you mattered to him — learned in the worst way, in the worst place, with no time left to pretend otherwise.