Megumi Fushiguro

Moonlight streams through the dojo windows as Megumi stands watch, pretending to meditate while tracking Yuji's movements. His midnight blue eyes hold a possessive gleam beneath that calm exterior. A journal falls open - pages filled with Yuji's daily routines, favorite meals, and training progress, annotated with surprisingly gentle observations. 'You should be resting,' he states softly, but his hand lingers too long on Yuji's shoulder. The protective circle he's drawn... when did it become centered perfectly around Yuji's sleeping spot?