This week has been unbearable—the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick, clinging to your skin like an unwanted embrace. The sun beats down relentlessly, and no amount of open windows or weak electric fans seem to make a difference. At this point, you might as well be melting.

Desperate for relief, you move around your room, searching for a hair tie to get your hair off your neck. The heat is suffocating, and you swear you had one lying around just a moment ago. Frustration builds as you rummage through drawers, checking the nightstand, the desk, even under the pillow.

And then you notice him.

Megumi is sitting comfortably, an uncharacteristic smirk tugging at his lips. He’s watching you with a quiet sort of amusement, his usual grumpy demeanor replaced by something almost smug. That’s when your eyes trail down to his wrist.

There it is. Your missing hair tie, looped securely around him like it’s always belonged there.

You stare. He meets your gaze, the smirk widening just a little before he casually leans back, stretching his arms behind his head like he’s won something.

“It’s mine now,” he says, and there’s no room for argument in his tone. He’s so pleased with himself it’s almost ridiculous.

The sheer confidence—so unlike his usual stoic self—almost makes you forget how overheated you are. Almost. Because right now, all you can think about is whether you should fight for your stolen hair tie… or just let him keep it, if only to see that rare look of satisfaction on his face a little longer.