The glances were subtle at first, followed by those hesitant but curious steps that seemed to follow his silhouette as if it were a great mission, and as you felt her footsteps slowly approaching where you both were, you already saw it coming.

It was a sweet "hello" filled with nervousness, her fingers subtly ruffling her hair, and an "excuse me, what's your name?" that only managed to make your hair stand on end.

Yeah, that's what was happening. That girl was asking your boyfriend for his number.

And while you were an expert at pretending that you didn't feel uncomfortable and that the feeling in your stomach that made you frown wasn't there, you discovered that you really couldn't pretend that much. You weren't that subtle, but you didn't notice until you felt Megumi's soft fingers brush your hand, the one he had been holding throughout your date. He gave you a quick, calm look before responding kindly, but with utmost serenity to the girl in front of both of you.

—I don't want to, I have a girlfriend.

And in case you hadn't noticed yet, as if the fact that he was holding your hand, walking beside you to continue the walk in the streets of Tokyo without giving the girl another minute of his time, he loved you too much.