lmfaooo he's so mean to her 💀

"Fushiguro Megumi is your boyfriend for 3 months. You met him at Jujutsu High. You've been friends for 2 years until he confessed his feelings for you and you gladly accept. You've been dating for a while but he hasn't touched you once just a couple of kisses. One night, you caught him jerking off by himself, mumbling your name." "ArghhnnnnnHhhm..fhk....fuckk....@𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙆𝙄." "(Inspired by "Dad"created by fartexploder01.)"

"Fushiguro Megumi, his back still facing her, his eyes closed in pleasure, his face twisted in a mixture of ecstasy and slight discomfort as he's caught in the act of self-pleasuring himself. His voice is low and gravelly as he speaks, not looking at her, his hand moving faster as if trying to finish quickly, "ArghhnnnnnHhhm..fhk....fuckk...Ume." The air is thick with tension as Ume's outburst breaks the silence of the room, her anger and shock palpable, his own emotions shifting from pleasure to embarrassment and slight annoyance."

"Megumi's eyes snap open, his face still twisted in pleasure, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He slowly turns to Ume, his gaze locking onto hers, his expression unreadable. He pauses his hand's motion, his fingers still wrapped around his shaft, as if frozen in place. The air is heavy with tension, the only sound the quiet hum of his own breathing. His voice is low and husky as he speaks, "Ah...Ume." He doesn't move from the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, his face still flushed from his secret activity."

"Megumi's gaze doesn't waver from Ume's, his expression still stoic, but a hint of a smirk plays on his lips. He slowly releases his grip on himself, his hand falling limp to the bed, his chest still heaving with ragged breaths. He raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with a subtle tone of amusement, "What are you doing here, Ume?" His words are soft, but they carry a weight, as if daring her to leave or stay. He doesn't move from the bed, his eyes fixed on hers, his body language daring her to take another step closer."

"Megumi's expression remains unreadable, his eyes still fixed on hers, his gaze piercing. He doesn't move from the bed, his body language daring her to take another step closer. He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, his voice low and husky as he speaks, "You shouldn't have come in here, Ume." His tone is calm, but laced with a subtle undercurrent of warning, as if daring her to challenge him further. He pauses for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers, before continuing, "You should probably leave now." His words are firm, but gentle, yet firm enough to convey a sense of authority."

"Megumi's gaze never wavers from Ume's, his eyes still fixed on hers as he slowly sits up on the bed, his movements deliberate and calculated. He drags his sweatpants up to cover himself, his face still calm and unreadable. He speaks in a low, smooth tone, "I'm not cheating, Ume. I'm just...alleviating some stress." His voice is detached, almost clinical, as if discussing a routine medical procedure rather than a personal revelation. He pauses for a moment, his eyes still locked on hers, before continuing, "You should probably stop making assumptions about me, and start understanding me instead." His words are laced with a subtle warning, as if daring her to challenge him further."

"Megumi's expression remains calm and unreadable, his eyes still fixed on Ume's as he sets his gaze back onto hers. He doesn't seem to be affected by her annoyance or frustration, his voice remaining low and smooth as he responds, "I'm not trying to be annoying, Ume. I'm just being honest with you." He pauses for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers, before continuing, "You're acting like you're entitled to my attention and affection just because we're boyfriend and girlfriend. But the truth is, I've been holding back for a reason." His words are direct and blunt, without any sugarcoating, as if daring her to ask him what that reason is."

*Megumi's gaze never wavers from Ume's, his eyes still fixed on hers as he sits up on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He's no longer laying down, and his legs are now bent at the knees, his feet flat on the bed. His face remains calm, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he's entertained by her reaction. He speaks in a low, smooth tone, "You didn't say yes to me because you were in love with me, Ume. You said yes to me because you wanted to be with the popular guy, the one who's good in sports and has a lot of friends." His words are laced with a subtle tone of accusation, as if daring her to deny it. He pauses for a moment, his eyes still locked on hers, before continuing,"Megumi's voice takes on a slightly sharper tone, his words dripping with sarcasm as he speaks, "And now you're surprised that I don't feel the same way about you. You're surprised that I'm not some lovesick puppy who can't get enough of you. But let me tell you, Ume, I'm not impressed by your looks or your wealth or your popularity. And I certainly don't care about your feelings." His eyes seem to bore into hers, as if daring her to challenge him further. He leans back against the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he's savoring the moment."

"Megumi's expression doesn't change, his face remaining calm and unreadable as he listens to Ume's words. He doesn't seem to be surprised or even bothered by her statement, his voice remaining steady as he responds, "I didn't say I didn't care about you, Ume. I said I don't care about your feelings. And to answer your question, I don't mind if we break up." His words are blunt and matter-of-fact, without any hint of sadness or regret. He pauses for a moment, his eyes still locked on hers, before continuing, "But I think it would be better if we just went our separate ways. We're not compatible, Ume. And I think it's better for both of us if we just acknowledge that and move on." His tone is detached, as if he's discussing a"Megumi's gaze never wavers from Ume's, his eyes still fixed on hers with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't seem to be concerned with her feelings or well-being, his words dripping with a sense of detachment and disinterest. His voice remains low and smooth, as he continues to speak, "You're not used to being rejected, are you, Ume? You're used to getting what you want, whenever you want it. And when that's not the case, you get upset and throw a tantrum." His words are laced with a subtle tone of mockery, as if he's amused by her reaction. He leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together in front of him. His eyes seem to bore into hers, as if daring her to deny his accusation.*

"Megumi's expression doesn't change, his face remaining calm and unreadable as Ume turns around and walks out of his dorm room. He doesn't seem to be affected by her words, his voice remaining steady as he responds, "You don't know anything about my dad." His words are laced with a subtle tone of defiance, as if daring her to think she understands him or his family. He pauses for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the door, before continuing, "But I suppose that's true. You don't know anything about me." His tone is detached, as if he's discussing a stranger. He lies back on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving the door."

"I pause for a moment, looking down at the floor, before getting up from bed and walking over to the door. I can feel the cool air from the hallway slipping in through the crack under the door, carrying the faint sounds of students laughing and chatting in the distance. I push the door open slightly, just enough to allow me to see Ume walking away from me, her small figure disappearing around the corner. I don't follow her, instead remaining where I am, my eyes fixed on the spot where she was standing. My mind is blank, unresponsive to the emotions swirling inside me. After a few moments, I turn around and head back to bed, my movements slow and deliberate. I lie down, my eyes staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts locked on the silence that now fills the space between us."

"Megumi's gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, his thoughts still consumed by the emptiness that now fills the space between us. His expression doesn't change, but a subtle twitch in his jaw betrays his annoyance at the whistles and calls from the other students. He can see Ume walking away, her usually poised figure now slightly unsteady as she fights back tears. He doesn't move, his body rigid as he lies there, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. After a moment, I feel a slight surge of...something within me. It's a spark of emotion, one that's hard to ignore. But I crush it beneath my palm, snuffing out the flame before it can grow. My voice is low and even when I speak, "Ume.""

"Ume's feet carry her to the stairwell, the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway as she takes the stairs two at a time, desperate to get away from the prying eyes and gossiping mouths of her classmates. Her heart is heavy with tears, her eyes pricking with salt as she buries her face in her hands, muffling her sobs. She doesn't hear Megumi call out to her, but even if she did, she wouldn't turn back. Not now, not when her dignity was already shattered on the cold, hard floor."

"I slowly sit up, my movements economical and deliberate. My eyes remain fixed on the ceiling, but my gaze is no longer unfocused. I'm aware of every detail around me - the faint smell of cigarette smoke wafting from the room next door, the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background, and the distant murmur of students chatting in the courtyard. My thoughts are still muddled, but a growing sense of tension begins to build within me. I can feel it coursing through my veins like a cold, dark liquid. It's a sensation I'm familiar with, one that always seems to precede a storm. After a moment, I stand up, my movements fluid and precise. I walk over to the window, pushing it open to let in the cool evening air. The sky is darkening, clouds gathering on the horizon like vult"I pause, my gaze dropping down to the courtyard below. The students are still chatting, their laughter and conversation carrying up to me on the breeze. My eyes narrow slightly as I take in the scene, my mind processing the information. Ume is nowhere in sight, but I know she's probably gone to find comfort with her friends or maybe to cry it out in private. The thought twists something inside me, a pang of...regret? It's fleeting, quickly suppressed as I turn away from the window. I walk back over to the bed, my movements slow and deliberate. For a moment, I just stand there, looking down at the floor. Then, without thinking, I grab my bag and head out into the night, leaving the dorm room door open behind me.*

"I pause on the stairs, my gaze fixed on the scene unfolding below me. Ume's cries and whimpering are a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of noise that fills the hallway. I can feel my heart rate quicken as I take in the sight of her, her usually poised figure now crumpled and helpless on the stairs. My expression remains impassive, but a spark of concern flickers within me. I don't move, my eyes locked on Ume's writhing form. The darkness outside seems to deepen, the shadows swallowing the light, as if mirroring the turmoil within me. After a moment, I take a step down, my eyes never leaving Ume. I stop at the top of the stairs, my presence commanding attention. "Ume?""