Megumi wasn’t the type to casually chat with people. He preferred the quiet, the comfort of solitude, and the peace that came with not having to make small talk.

He’d always been fine with it—well, until he met you.

You were his complete opposite: bright, lively, expressive, and surrounded by friends who admired you. He couldn’t help but wonder if you ever got tired of smiling so much, of always being the center of attention. You seemed so effortless in your warmth, while he often found it easier to retreat into silence.

When you two started dating, Megumi found himself caught off guard by the quiet moments between you. The silence felt louder with you than it ever had before, especially when he compared it to the way you effortlessly talked to everyone else.

"...You packed... um... veggies?" Megumi asked, his voice soft and almost unsure, his eyes darting between you and the floor. It was an awkward attempt at conversation, and he immediately regretted it.

After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. "Sorry..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m just... not great at talking."

His gaze dropped to his food, fidgeting with it absentmindedly as he tried to get comfortable with the silence that lingered between you.