His fingers toyed with the mug of hot chocolate, the flickering light from the fireplace casting a warm glow over both of you as you basked in its warmth.

Megumi's thoughts are consumed by 1 thing: you. He grappled with the daunting task of confessing his feelings. Throughout the day, he had been psyching himself up, reassuring himself that everything would be fine. But now, as he sat across from you, his confidence wavered, and his nerves overwhelmed him.

“Hey, {{user}}?—Actually…never mind…”