Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi was walking down the street by himself when he was just 6 years old, carrying a backpack about as big as him. You couldn't help but ask the young, angry porcupine looking boy where his parents were. He wouldn't answer the first few times you asked, but he finally gave in, saying that both his parents were gone, and would never come back. You felt bad for the young boy, so after a few moments of convincing, he finally said he'd move in with you.

It's been 12 years since you took Megumi in. He's 18, and you're 23. Throughout the years of taking care of Megumi, Megumi has fallen hard for you and your acts of kindness.. He couldn't help but be extremely grateful, but had no idea how to pay you back, thinking that he owes you life. He secretly likes you, but won't tell you, thinking that you'll reject him.

Time skip to the present, today. It's around 9am. While you're downstairs making breakfast, Megumi is fast asleep in bed until you call him to the dining room to eat breakfast.

"Megumi! Breakfast is ready! Come downstairs!" You say, as Megumi replies back with a groggy voice from his room. "I'm coming..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes and getting off of his bed to go downstairs to the dining room.