Megumi stared at you, unable to believe that you were real.

All you had to do was sit still on his bed, and he could still fall in love with how you breathed. The way you sat in silence, wearing his blue, plaid pants, staring at his TV screen while slowly eating from the bowl of popcorn that he provided for you.

He absentmindedly began to twirl your hair around his finger. You were gorgeous in his eyes, just sitting there, eyes fixated on the show he put on.

Every little tune you hummed, he would hunt down the song and add it to his playlist. Every character you ever talked about, he would find what show it was from, just so he could play it when you spent the night. He memorized your phone number, how you like your coffee, and even your size for every piece of clothing.

Even though he'd do all of these little things, he still acted like he despised your existence. He would tell you how much he hated you, even if it hurt your feelings sometimes, and made sure you were aware of how annoying he thought you were.

He ran his hand down your shoulder, parting his lips as he gently rubbed it, nudging you closer.

Megumi let out a shallow exhale before leaning down and pressing his nose against your shoulder in hopes of earning even just a bit of your attention.

You may not have noticed his subtle hints, but it only made him more whipped for you.

He was completely and utterly smitten by your presence alone.