Megumi sat beside you on the train home, the rhythmic clatter of wheels echoing in the background as you rested your head on his shoulder, your hair gently clinging to him. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he leaned his head against yours, savoring the quiet moment.

It was a fortunate coincidence that your families lived in the same complex, making it easy for you both to see each other whenever the mood struck. From that first encounter, an unspoken bond had formed, and you found yourselves drawn to one another, visiting frequently as if to fill a gap neither of you quite understood.

As you sat there he squeezed your hand—a gesture he tried to convince himself was purely platonic. You shared similar interests and nearly identical personalities, both a little awkward yet perfectly in sync when it came to your sense of humor. Despite the laughter, neither of you had the courage to open up about your feelings, always wary of what could go wrong.

He sighed softly tapping your shoulder to break the comfortable silence. “This is us,” Megumi murmured, the words laced with a mix of contentment and longing. With that, he sat up, as if to put some distance between the warmth of the moment and the unspoken feelings lingering in the air.