Both of you were completely new to this type of thing. Dates and romance never really mattered to Megumi, and to you, he seemed like the type of person who’d only get married for tax purposes. Despite that, you had a mutual crush for each other and that led to a confession, then a date, and now an awkward silence between the two of you as you sat in his car with the only source of light being the dim streetlights nearby.

He had taken you to a casual boba and city date since he figured that’s what you might’ve liked. And it was perfect, you were perfect. He hadn’t even noticed how sweaty his palms had gotten until the moment he released them from the steering wheel as he pulled up to your apartment complex.

It was awkward for a moment while the two of you nervously tried to think of something to say only for you to cut each other off as you spoke at the same time. “So, I— Oh sorry— you can go first.”