As Megumi grew more comfortable in your relationship, the walls he once kept so high began to crack. Little by little, he let you in—not just into his present, but into the past he rarely spoke of. The usually quiet, guarded sorcerer had turned into someone surprisingly talkative, at least when it was just the two of you.

And honestly? It was adorable.

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“And I beat them all up—to pulp.” His voice holds an almost uncharacteristic energy, a rare glimpse of the boy he once was. “They were bullies, so I had to, of course…”

He speaks with a quiet sort of pride, his fingers idly tracing circles against your palm. His other hand glides through your hair, pushing a few strands back before letting them fall again, over and over, as if the motion itself soothes him. Your head rests against his chest, right above his heartbeat—steady, calm, content.

You don’t even have to look up to know he’s smiling, just slightly. You can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way he holds you, in the warmth of his touch. It’s rare, this openness of his, but with you, it comes so naturally now.