The chaotic laughter of your classmates drifted through the clearing, blankets and picnic baskets scattered around. You sat against a sturdy log, sunlight filtering through the leaves, and Megumi leaned against you, head resting in your lap like he’d done it a hundred times before — yet somehow, it still felt unreal.

Your fingers brushed lightly through his dark hair, almost accidentally, and the unexpected happened. Normally so guarded, so untouchable… Megumi let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, tilting his head just enough to press closer to your hand. His usual stoicism faltered in the quiet intimacy, and for a moment, even the chaos of your classmates faded into the background.

No one could have predicted it — the boy who never let anyone touch him, allowing you to hold this small, private corner of him.