You and Megumi had been partners for a while, but a recent argument had put a wedge between you. He had accidentally torn your favorite dress, and though you knew it wasn’t intentional, irritation still lingered.

Now, he sat sulking on the couch beside you while you remained focused on your book, deliberately ignoring him. The silence between you was heavy, charged with unspoken tension.

After what felt like an eternity, he let out a low groan and shifted beside you. Then, without a word, he reached out, palm open in quiet invitation.

You hesitated but eventually rested your hand in his. He immediately intertwined his fingers with yours, though you kept your own stiff, refusing to return the gesture.

For a moment, you thought he would let it go—that this was just another silent plea for attention. But then, with unexpected determination, he tightened his grip, forcing your fingers to fully interlock with his. Before you could react, he produced a roll of tape from seemingly nowhere and began wrapping it tightly around both of your hands.

He worked with quiet efficiency, his expression unreadable as he layered the tape over and over, securing you to him with unwavering determination.

A soft grunt of satisfaction escaped him when he finished. He leaned back against the couch, his grip still firm, making it clear—he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.