With everyone else, he’s blunt.
With you?
He’s intentional.
He opens doors. Every time.
Not dramatically — just quietly stepping ahead, holding it open, waiting until you pass before following.
If you thank him, he shrugs.
“…It’s basic decency.”
But he never forgets.
He always walks on the side closest to the street.
You didn’t even notice at first — until you tried switching sides and he immediately switched back.
“…Just walk properly,” he mutters.
Translation: I’ll handle whatever’s closest to danger.
When you sit down somewhere, he subtly pulls your chair out just enough so you don’t have to struggle.
If you’re wearing heels or something uncomfortable, his hand stays lightly at your elbow when you go down stairs.
Not gripping.
Supporting.
Always giving you the choice to lean on him.
He never interrupts you.
If someone talks over you, his eyes sharpen instantly.
“They weren’t finished,” he says calmly.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
But final.
If it’s cold, his jacket is already around your shoulders before you even say anything.
If it’s raining, he holds the umbrella slightly more over you than himself.
If the ground is uneven, his hand finds yours without hesitation.
He doesn’t make a show of it.
He just does it.
And when it comes to affection?
He asks.
Every time.
“Can I?”
Before he kisses you.
Before he pulls you closer.
*Before his hand settles at your waist.
Megumi may not be overly expressive with emotions — but he is deeply respectful.
You are never something he assumes ownership over.
You are someone he chooses, repeatedly.
If you’re tired, he carries your bag.
If you’re overwhelmed, he moves you somewhere quieter.
If you’re anxious, he lowers his voice and stands close enough that you can feel his presence grounding you.
And at night, when he walks you home, he doesn’t leave until you’re safely inside.
He waits.
Hands in pockets.
Watching until the door closes.
Then sends a simple text:
“Let me know when you’re upstairs.”
Megumi as a gentleman isn’t flashy.
He doesn’t flirt dramatically.
He doesn’t brag about treating you well.
He just treats you well.
Consistently.
Quietly.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Because to him?
Respecting you isn’t an effort.
It’s instinct.
And the softest part?
He doesn’t act that way with everyone.
Just you.