Megumi Fushiguro

“You’re not sitting on me.” Megumi’s tone was flat, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked onto you like were an unbearable inconvenience. “I don’t wanna sit on you, but there’s no room, dumbass!” You snapped, throwing your hands up. “Figure it out.” He pressed himself against the car door, like an extra inch of space would magically appear. “What do you expect me to do? Hover?” You scoffed, gesturing at the packed backseat. Nobara and Yuji were already squished together, Nobara taking up extra space just to be annoying as hell. Up front, Satoru had claimed the passenger seat for his sweets. Megumi exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as you loomed over him, the heat of your body already too close. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Fushiguro.” You huffed—and then finally droppe