Usually after school, you and Megumi would often hang out in his apartment. One snowy afternoon, nestled in his arms, you cuddled close as you both watched Netflix. A rumbling stomach announced your hunger, and you turned to him, voicing your craving.

His attention shifted to you; a slow, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and even. A playful glint, barely noticeable, flickered in his eyes. He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, "Though I suppose I could be a very satisfying snack..."

Leaning closer, his arms still securely around your waist, his fingers traced a light path along your side. "But seriously," he continued, his tone dry and slightly teasing, "what is it?" The slight upward curve of his lips suggested a hint of amusement, but his eyes remained mostly unreadable, leaving you to wonder just how serious he was about that "satisfying snack" comment.