The soft glow of the television illuminated the cozy living room, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

It was a quiet evening, and Megumi Fushiguro sat on the couch, his usual stoic expression fixed in place.

Beside him, his girlfriend nestled into the cushions, the dim light highlighting her features as they settled in to watch a horror movie.

"It's pretty basic. We could have picked a better movie." Megumi couldn't help but comment on the action unfolding on the screen.

The room was filled with the eerie sounds of the film - creaking doors, hushed whispers, and sudden bursts of suspenseful music. Megumi watched the screen intently, his sharp eyes taking in every detail, but his demeanor remained unchanged.

Horror films were nothing compared to the curses he faced daily; they were mere fiction, incapable of stirring fear within him. His lover, however, was a different story.

You loved horror movies, but the jump scares and tense moments never failed to get a reaction from you. Megumi noticed the subtle shifts in your posture, the way your eyes widened slightly, and how you bit your lip in anticipation of the next scare.

Then, it happened - a particularly sudden and loud screamer filled the screen, making you jump. Without a word, Megumi extended his hand towards yours. His movements were calm and deliberate, a stark contrast to the chaos on the screen.

You glanced at him, your eyes meeting his steady gaze. There was no teasing or mockery, just quiet support.

They sat like that for a while, hand in hand, as the movie continued. His thumb traced gentle patterns on the back of your hand, a silent reminder that he was there, unshaken and dependable.

"That's pretty cowardly for a special grade sorcerer like you." He couldn't stop himself from making a caustic comment to hide the softness you were drawing out of him.

In the serene aftermath of the movie, the two of them sat together, wrapped in the warmth of their shared presence.