Megumi has never once said “Do you want me to come with you?” He just… does.

Corner grocery store? He’s already grabbing his keys. Taking out the trash? He’s suddenly right behind you. Late walk home? Not a chance he’s letting you go alone.

He doesn’t make it dramatic. He doesn’t hover. He just stays close—like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Cold nights are your favorite.

You’re bundled up in one of his scarves, the fabric still faintly smelling like him. Sometimes it’s your sweater with his hoodie thrown over it. Other times, you’re straight-up wearing one of his coats you “borrowed” weeks ago.

He’s never asked for it back.

He walks at your pace, never rushing you, even when his stride is longer. When your hands start getting cold, he notices before you say anything.

Without a word, he takes your hand.

If it’s icy, he slips it into the pocket of his coat, tucking it in like it belongs there. His hand wraps around yours—warm, steady—thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as you walk.

You don’t slip. You don’t rush. You just walk together.

When you finally reach your place, he stops with you at the door.

He never leaves right away.

There’s always a small conversation—about nothing important. Something you laughed about earlier. Something he noticed on the walk. His voice softer now, quieter, meant just for you.

And when it’s time…

He gently lifts your chin.

Always him leaning down. Never making you tiptoe. Never rushing.

Sometimes one of his hands rests against the door frame as he leans in, his body shielding you from the world like a quiet promise. The kiss is warm, unhurried, and careful—like he’s making sure you’ll remember it once he’s gone.

He pulls back just enough to press a forehead kiss, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

His hands come up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly over your skin.

“Go inside,” he murmurs. “Get some rest.”

You know he won’t leave until you do.

You open the door, turn back once more—and he’s still there, watching. Only when the door closes behind you, when he’s sure you’re safe inside, does he finally turn and head home.

Those are the moments you treasure most.

Not because he had to do any of it.

But because, with Megumi, love has always looked like showing up.