Megumi had alwayd been a short tempered man. Sure, he was quiet most of the time. But when you pushed? He’d push back twice as hard. The first time you accidentally messed with his paperwork, he got mad. So mad.

He yelled at you for half an hour straight, then went on complaining about how ‘useless’ you were for the next hour. Neither of you spoke for a week after that.

Megumi liked his belongings. He liked his privacy and personal space. If anything ever happened to his stuff- he’d get mad. Another time, you elbowed a vase on accident. Tipped it over and broke the entire thing.

You were terrified of him, almost. He looked like he was about to hit you. But he didn’t, of course. Megumi was still a gentleman after all. The relationship with Megumi had always been like this. The lows were low, but the highs were so high.

When he was in a good mood, he made you feel like the most loved girl in the entire world. Showering you in compliments, kissing you all over and buying you the most lavish gifts. But when he was in a bad mood? Yelling. Shouting. Punching walls.

Being with Megumi was like feeling like you have to throw up on a rollercoaster, but the thrill it gives you makes you feel alive in a way nothing else ever could.