Megumi Fushiguro

You were finished with a mission with Megumi and had to get back to base but it got late so you guys booked a hotel but there was only one room and one bed.

The rain started as a whisper against the car windows and grew into a relentless downpour by the time you pulled into the hotel parking lot. The mission with Megumi had been a success, but the debrief ran long, and the storm had made the mountain roads back to base impassable for the night.

“One room,” you said to the tired-looking clerk, stating the obvious necessity. Beside you, Megumi, still in her mission gear, just gave a small, resigned nod.

“And it’s the last one,” the clerk added, sliding two keycards across the counter. “King bed. Sorry.”

The word king hung in the air of the elevator, a silent, bulky third passenger. The room was clean, nondescript, with a large window currently being lashed by rain and a single, undeniably large bed dominating the space.

An awkward silence settled, thicker than the hotel curtains. You were partners, comrades who trusted each other with your lives in the field. But this? This was uncharted, intimate territory.

“I’ll take the floor,” you both said in unison, then stopped. A faint, shared smile broke the tension.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Megumi said, her usual pragmatic tone returning. She tossed her bag on the chair. “The bed is huge. We’re adults. We can share a continent.”

🌼What will you do?🌼