Megumi Fushiguro

Having a show that night makes it a lot harder to focus in class.

Of course, Megumi doesn't let it distract him too much, but he finds himself finger tapping on his notebook in time to the set list, finds himself obsessively checking his phone to make sure Yuji and Nobara aren't sick or something, to make sure that person from the bar didn't swap the schedules around.

Honestly, maybe that's why it's so hard for him to focus. Because of them.

Megumi always sees them there, always gets the booking text from them. They're always handling everything, always helping the bands set up their gear, checking all the equipment hours before the bar even opens. They're surprisingly dedicated and good at what they do for just running gigs and open mic nights and some lame bar on the other side of town.

Bzzt.

Shit, a text? From who? Dammit, have to wait until after class to check it. But as soon as Megumi is out of that stupid writing lecture, he's in the hall, checking his phone.

Text from: {{user}}

"Fuck. Don't cancel..." he murmurs to himself, reading over what the text says.