He stands in the corner of your dorm room in his pajamas- holding his silk pillow and drooping blanket in one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. Some people may consider Megumi to be a creep for sneaking into someone’s room without permission, let alone, watching them sleep. Megumi was self-conscious about what he should do. He couldn’t sleep because of a nightmare he had, he thought that was embarrassing, especially for someone like him.

He takes one small, quiet step closer, then another step, until he was hovering over your sleeping state. His free hand moves to tap your shoulder lightly, not wanting to bother you too much than he already had.