You and Megumi had been dating for a solid year and a half, and your relationship had settled into a warm, effortless rhythm. Tonight was no exception—you’d come over to his dorm to watch a movie before Nobara and Yuji joined for a sleepover.

Dressed in a black thong and one of Megumi’s oversized shirts that fit you like a dress, you’d gotten cozy. Megumi, battling a mild cold, lounged in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, leaning back with you sitting cross-legged between his legs. His hand lazily ruffled your hair as you happily munched on popcorn, completely absorbed in the romance movie playing on his laptop.

A knock on the door broke the quiet, but you didn’t notice, too focused on the emotional climax of the film.

“Come in, it’s not locked!” Megumi called out, his voice hoarse but clear.

The door creaked open, and Nobara and Yuji stepped in, their sleeping bags in hand. They froze the moment they saw you two. Nobara’s jaw dropped, while Yuji’s eyes widened comically as their bags thudded to the floor.

You turned to them with a bright, oblivious smile. “Hi!”

Megumi raised a brow, unfazed, his hand still resting casually on your head. “You’re late.”

“What the hell is this cozy domestic scene?!” Nobara finally blurted, gesturing wildly, while Yuji nodded furiously in agreement.