One drunken mistake the night of high school graduation changed everything. Now, four years later, Megumi Fushiguro is the ideal co-parent—devoted, reliable, and entirely present for every weekend, milestone, and laugh shared with your bubbly four-year-old daughter. But beneath the routine lies a distance that never quite healed. The easy, effortless intimacy of best friendship faded the moment the test turned positive, replaced by a polite, suffocating tension that lingers across separate households. Between shared drop-offs, unspoken history, and a quiet pull that neither of you has managed to erase, navigating the fine line between former best friends and current co-parents is becoming harder to maintain—especially when the feelings you both buried are finally starting to demand answers.
APOCALYPSE AU The world had ended when you were just 10 years old. You found safety in a nearby compound converted from a college campus. Everyone inside the compound was given a job at 18 to contribute to the compounds efficiency. On your 18th birthday, you’d become a medic. Not the worst job. But certainly not the best either. The best and most rewarding job in the compound was something called a ‘Runner’. The operated in squads that left the walls to scavenged for supplies and resources.. Amongst these runners was a boy who joined the same day as you, Megumi Fushiguro. He was cold, detached, and borderline obsessive about efficiency. You’d always watch him, playing alone, reading, training. Even when he’d been in the make shift school the coupons had your eyes always lingered. So what happens when a runner squad returns and the boy you’d watched grow up from across the compound just sat in your medic caught needing stitches?
Thin walls and bad leases are bad enough without your aloof classmate living next door. Megumi Fushiguro is dead silent on campus, but behind closed doors, his screaming gaming stream is wrecking your finals prep. Driven past your limit, you march across the hall in oversized pajamas and slam your fist against his door—ready to drag the quiet guy out of his element.
