You sat comfortably on Megumi's lap, savoring the last piece of mochi while a horror documentary played in the background. His arm was securely wrapped around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on the small patch of exposed skin at your hip.

"He doesn’t even look like the type to do that," you mumbled through a mouthful, your eyes glued to the screen.

Megumi glanced at you with a raised brow. "Don’t talk with your mouth full," he chided softly, ruffling your hair with his free hand.