The first time you notice it, it almost catches you off guard.
Megumi Fushiguro has strong hands. You’ve seen what they can do. You’ve seen the way he fights — precise, controlled, powerful.
But when those same hands touch your face?
They’re different.
Careful.
Like he’s constantly aware of his own strength.
You’re standing close, talking about nothing important, when his fingers lift slightly — hesitating for half a second — before brushing against your cheek.
His thumb traces just under your eye.
Light. Barely there.
As if he’s afraid pressing any harder might bruise something fragile.
He doesn’t even realize he’s staring until you tilt your head.
And then he says it.
Softly.
“…You’re really pretty.”
It’s not dramatic. Not flirtatious.
It’s observational.
Honest.
And the moment the words leave his mouth, his eyes shift away, ears faintly red.
Like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
But then there are the other moments.
The ones where he doesn’t say anything at all.
After a long day. After something went wrong. After the world feels heavier than he’ll admit.
You’ll be doing something simple — standing at the counter, sitting on the bed — and suddenly you feel him.
Arms wrapping around your waist from behind.
Firm.
Secure.
He doesn’t ask.
He just tucks himself into you.
His face presses into your shoulder, or sometimes the crook of your neck. His breath warm against your skin.
Silent.
You can feel him exhale slowly.
Like he’s finally letting himself drop the armor.
If you turn around, it’s the same.
He’ll let you wrap your arms around him, and he’ll lean down just slightly — forehead brushing your collarbone — before burying himself in your chest or neck.
Not dramatic.
Not desperate.
Just… needing.
He doesn’t speak when he’s like this.
He just breathes you in.
Like you’re grounding him.
Like you’re the only steady thing in a world that constantly demands too much from him.
His grip tightens slightly when you move, just to make sure you’re still there.
And if you whisper his name?
He hums softly against your skin.
That’s it.
No big confession.
No explanation.
But the message is clear:
When he touches your face, it’s because he treasures you.
When he hides in you, it’s because he trusts you.
And for someone like Megumi
That’s everything.