It was subtle, but you could feel it.

The slight shift in the air as a small storm began to brew. And you didn't exactly mean the weather.

From afar, — too far, he'd say — Megumi's narrow navy eyes fixated on you from afar. Watching, stalking as you betrayed him. His expression was unreadable, muscles tense and hand curled into a fist.

There you were, kneeled onto the floor for another — No. Two others that weren't him.

..His demon dogs.

They were nuzzling up to you like they had known you all of their lives. And you were thriving in it, all smiles and those giggles that sent involuntary shivers down his spine that he said he hated.

He doesn't.

Slowly, he rose from his spot on the couch. His steps quiet and practiced, like he was stealthily sneaking up on a curse. Hands at the ready before suddenly yanking you back by your collar and into his legs.

Expression still as difficult to read as a newborn attempting to depict Shakespeare.

“They're hungry.” He said, masking a scoff when they whined. And instead tugging you up to your feet — albeit reluctantly on your part — and making sure you stayed put.