Megumi, although appearing cold, blunt and stoic is still a human. He craves contact, affection, love- not that he’ll ever admit it. But he doesn’t have to, you already know from the way he’d stand a little closer, or his gaze would linger a while longer, and when you two were alone and he’d demand your affection.

Like right now as he silently manoeuvred his head onto your lap gently guiding your wrists for your nails to run through his hair whilst you watched the movie in his dorm.