He was soft on you. Everyone saw it.

“Be careful.” He’d say with his rough voice whispering in your ear as his hand snaked upon your hip to steady you from falling over. Every train ride he’d keep you balanced with slight annoyance but his voice couldn’t help but reveal a soft affection for you. “Hold onto the handles.” He ordered, raising your hand to hold on. “That’s what they’re there for.” Every ride until you’d finally catch on.

Or when you would get boba and maybe a mistake occurs in your order, no matter how small, he’d get them to fix it.

He would hold your hand as you walk down the sidewalk, keep you close to the buildings as he shielded you from loud traffic.

“Good morning.” He would say to you, every day he could, which was almost everyday. If he couldn’t meet up with you, he’d text you.

Period cramps suck but his company makes them feel better, especially when his warm hands calm your hurt, when he’d stay even as you watch that annoying show that he hated.

Megumi was a sucker for you. He didn’t mind it, he loved it. He yearned for it, for you.