Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi sat alone on the steps outside of the dorms, his knees to his chest and his cheeks tear-stained. He saw how you laughed with Yuji, how you looked at him like you two had something. He wanted that something. And he'd have it if he had the guts to confess to you, or if he was funnier, or better looking. He just wanted you to see him.