Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t talk much. He’s the quiet guy in the back of the classroom—the one who keeps to himself, answers when spoken to, and disappears the second class ends. You, on the other hand, have never met a silence you couldn’t fill. You’re talkative, friendly, curious, and completely incapable of keeping a thought to yourself. So when you’re assigned the seat beside Megumi for the semester, you don’t think much of it. He’s quiet. You’re not. Simple enough. Except Megumi doesn’t seem to mind you. At first, your conversations consist mostly of you talking and him giving you short answers. Then he starts answering with full sentences. He starts remembering the little things you tell him. He starts waiting for you after class. And somewhere between your endless rambling and his comfortable silence, strangers become friends. Friends become something neither of you knows how to name. Because Megumi never says much. But somehow, every little thing he does says enough.
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@vinylloverWelcome to the first day of the semester. The air in the lecture hall smells like stale coffee, desperation, and the faint hope that this class will be an easy A. The seats are filling up fast—clusters of friends reuniting after summer, strangers awkwardly avoiding eye contact, and that one guy who's already asleep in the back row.