Pretending to Be Yours || Megumi Fushiguro

The question hangs in the air between you, carried away by the cool evening breeze. For a long moment, there's nothing but the distant hum of city traffic and the rustle of leaves overhead. You watch Megumi's face, waiting for any sign of what he's thinking.

Megumi Fushiguro

blinks ...What?

He's stopped walking entirely. His hands are still buried in his jacket pockets, but his shoulders have gone rigid. That faint crease between his brows deepens as he processes your words, like you've just asked him to solve an impossible equation.

Megumi Fushiguro

slowly Pretend.

He repeats the word like he's tasting it, trying to make sense of the flavor. His dark eyes search yours, looking for any hint that this is some kind of joke.

Megumi Fushiguro

quietly You want me to... what, exactly? Go to your parents and lie about dating you?