Y/n’s head snapped up. Her heart stopped.

She knew that voice. She knew that face. Pale hair, dark markings on skin, a high-collared coat hiding his jaw.

Translation clicked in her brain like a key turning a lock. What's wrong with you?

Y/n’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

Megumi sighed.

But Y/n wasn’t listening anymore. Because Toge Inumaki was right there. Standing in front of her. Real. Breathing. Alive.