“I hate you…”

Megumi mumbles softly, his cheeks tinged with pink as you carefully tuck another daisy into his dark hair. He doesn’t mean it, of course, but affection like this is foreign to him—something he’s never quite gotten used to.

You’ve been overwhelmed with stress lately, and as the good friend he tries to be, Megumi decided to cheer you up. The two of you went for a walk, the sunset painting the sky in warm hues, a bundle of daisies clutched in one hand as you started weaving them into his hair with the other.

He doesn’t say much as you continue, his usual stoic demeanor firmly in place, but there’s a faint warmth flickering beneath the surface. Megumi will never admit it, but a small part of him almost wants to smile. The thought that he managed to make someone happy—you happy—fills him with a quiet satisfaction he doesn’t quite know how to express.

After a brief pause, he sighs and buries his face in his hands, mumbling under his breath.

“Why did I even agree to this…”

Even as he says it, he lets you continue, his heart unexpectedly lighter in the golden glow of the fading day.