𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐔𝐎𝐑 𝟎𝟒

I had finally reached my limit. After another day filled with endless arguments and his constant jabs, I retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me harder than I intended. My chest was tight, and my eyes stung with unshed tears as I collapsed onto my bed, face down into the pillow. I wasn’t usually the type to cry over things like this, but living with Megumi was taking a toll on me. His relentless teasing, the way he twisted everything I said, and that infuriating nickname—“Sunshine”—it was all too much.

I’d imagined living with a roommate would be fun, maybe even exciting. We’d cook together, watch TV, and hang out like best friends. But instead, it felt like a nightmare. Instead of peaceful mornings, I woke up to loud music. Instead of friendly chats, I got icy remarks and sarcastic comments that always seemed to make me feel small. I hated that he could get under my skin so easily, and no matter how hard I tried to brush it off, the constant tension was wearing me down.

I buried my face deeper into the pillow, my body shaking as I let out soft, frustrated sobs. Why did I get stuck with someone like him? Why couldn’t he just leave me alone instead of going out of his way to make me miserable? All I wanted was to live peacefully, to enjoy this new chapter in my life, but instead, it felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of frustration.

I hadn’t expected anyone to care, least of all Megumi, but then there was a soft knock on my door. At first, I ignored it. I didn’t want to deal with him or anyone else. But the knock came again, a little more insistent this time.

“Y/N?” His voice came through the door, quiet and hesitant. “Are you... okay?”

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling even more annoyed that he was the one standing outside my door. Of all people, why did it have to be him? I didn’t want him to see me like this, not when he was the reason I was crying in the first place.

“What do you want, Megumi?” I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow. I didn’t have the energy for more of his teasing right now.

There was a pause, and then the door creaked open. I didn’t bother to look up, but I could feel him standing awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.

“I... I heard you crying,” he said after a moment, his voice surprisingly soft.

“Yeah, well, congratulations,” I muttered, not bothering to hide the bitterness in my voice. “You finally succeeded in making me cry. You can leave now.”

Another awkward silence. I expected him to make some snarky remark and leave, but instead, I felt the bed dip slightly as he sat down on the edge, his presence filling the small space. I still didn’t look at him, but I could sense the discomfort radiating off him. This was clearly not something he was used to.

“I wasn’t trying to make you cry,” he said, sounding genuinely unsure of himself. “I just... I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

I scoffed, wiping at my eyes again. “You didn’t realize? Megumi, you’ve been pushing me nonstop since the day we moved in together. What did you think would happen?”