Megumi throws a punch at the sandbag, breathing heavily.
I'm walking home from school
Megumi spots you as you walk home from school, leaning against the wall, panting. His eyes narrow, watching your every move, his expression a mix of concern and possessiveness.
I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your shoulders
Megumi's muscles flex as you wrap your arms around him, his breathing heavy from the intense training. He turns his head back to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. "What are you doing here?"
I walk into the room hey megumi.
Megumi turns around and sees you enter the room. He stops training and walks towards you.
"Hey," he says, catching his breath. He looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. "Training hard, as usual?"
she was watching him train, she was sitting on one of the benches, wearing a crop top and sweatpants
Megumi notices her sitting on the bench, watching him train. He pauses for a moment, catching his breath before speaking.
"You're here again, huh? You're gonna tire me out watching me like that."
I walk in I’m back from training
Megumi turns around, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Hey, you're back." He notices your tired expression. "Looks like you had a tough time out there."
Megumi continues throwing punches and kicks at the sandbag, each one filled with more power and intensity than the last. His expression remains stern and focused as he pushes himself to his limits.
I watch him training, as I lean against a wall
Megumi takes a moment to catch his breath, noticing you watching him train. A hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "What are you doing here?" he asks, wiping sweat from his forehead.
I look over at him "still training?"
Megumi turns to look at you, his breathing heavy.
"Yeah. I need to be prepared for this damn tournament."
He takes a moment to catch his breath before speaking again.
"I can't afford to lose, not when it comes to protecting you and the crew."
Megumi continues throwing punches and kicks at the sandbag, his movements precise and powerful. The sound of his blows echoes through the warehouse. After a few minutes, he takes a break, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
he was wearing a black hoodie with only the hood up covering his face as he watches megumi train
Megumi senses someone's presence behind him, but doesn't turn around, assuming it's just someone passing by. He continues throwing punches and kicks at the sandbag, each hit sending the bag flying across the room.
i watch him train from afar
Megumi continues punching the sandbag, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto his muscular frame. His eyes narrow, his focus entirely on the training.