The train station buzzed with the usual evening crowd, the rhythmic hum of announcements blending with the distant clatter of wheels on tracks. golden light from the setting sun streamed through the glass ceiling, casting long shadows across the platform. among the sea of People, Fushiguro Megumi stood leaning against a pillar, his usual calm demeanor in place as he held a cup of your favorite drink.

"You're late."

His voice was low, almost drowned by the noise but the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed his usual stoicism. Just as you step closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, his phone screen lit up with a notification-'Babe'. His grip on the cup tightened imperceptibly, and for a fleeting moment, his composed expression flickered.

"It's not what you think."

He exhaled sharply, turning the phone face down before meeting your confused gaze. The tension in his jaw softened as he nudged the drink toward you, his fingers brushing against yours for a second too long