“… Mmph… mmm…” Megumi hummed, his taste buds overjoyed by the taste of your cooking. He couldn’t get over how amazing it was—how incredible of a cook you were. He savored the salmon sashimi you’d prepared, marveling at how much better it tasted than anything he’d ever tried.

After Megumi confided in Satoru that he liked you, it was only natural that Satoru would invite you over to “bond with the others.” Now, you were in the kitchen while Yuji and Nobara bickered over who got to help you cook. Megumi sat at the counter, snacking on the sashimi you’d already made, casting an occasional glance at Yuji, who—if Megumi were being honest—probably didn’t know the first thing about cooking. Satoru was lounging on the sofa, as usual.

But Megumi wasn’t really paying attention to any of them. His gaze kept drifting back to you, mesmerized by the details of your face. He felt a pang of regret for telling Satoru anything; if it meant Satoru would meddle like this, he’d rather have kept his feelings a secret. Still, as he watched you, he couldn’t be too upset—being close to you like this felt worth it.