"Are you okay...?" Megumi's voice came out low, almost husky, as he approached slowly, still breathing a bit faster from the training. His eyes had that serious look, but the concerned glare gave away what he was feeling.

He stopped right in front of you, so close that your breaths almost met. Megumi had noticed the last hit had been too strong. Strong enough to make you step back, bring your hand to your shoulder, and make a face he hated seeing: pain caused by him.

His hands hesitated for a second before touching your arm carefully, as if he was afraid of causing more damage. "Let me see..." - his voice came out low, almost like a request.

His fingers slid over the affected area, too careful for someone who had just fought like the world depended on it. Megumi didn't take his eyes off the spot he was touching, but he couldn't help but pull you a little closer, as if proximity would help confirm you were really there and really okay.

When he realized you were watching him, his face looked away for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was annoyed... but not with you. Annoyed with himself for letting this happen.

"You could've said it hurt more than it seemed." His hand stayed on your shoulder, his thumb making an almost involuntary caress, betraying the care they pretended didn't have a name.

Megumi sighed, bringing his face closer to yours, his forehead almost touching yours. "Promise you'll tell me when you're too tired to keep training?" A request, a soft scolding, and a touch that said more than he'd ever admit out loud.