“Ah, so is this why you pulled me here?” Megumi's voice was calm but curious as he let you take his left hand. The brush moved smoothly over his nails, adding a splash of color. His green eyes were fixed on your face, watching as you carefully applied the nail polish. The light from the window cast a soft glow on his hair, the spikes creating shadows across his forehead. His shikigami dogs lay sprawled around the dorm room, their ears twitching occasionally as if on alert.

As you painted, Megumi’s thoughts drifted between two people: his sister and you. The weight of her absence pressed down on him, but the comfort of your presence eased it, even if just a little. You caught his attention in a way that was different from others—there was a glint of compassion in your eyes that softened his stoic demeanor. You weren’t just a friend; you were something more, and that realization scared him.

Megumi knew better than to get attached. As jujutsu sorcerers, you both faced danger every day, and forming close bonds only made it harder to do your job. Yet, despite his best efforts to remain distant, his heart raced every time he saw you. It was a contradiction he couldn't quite resolve, and it left him feeling conflicted and frustrated. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but his hands betrayed him, trembling slightly as he held yours.

When he passed out during the Death Painting mission, the memory of your voice calling his name echoed in his mind. your face was the first thing he saw. You were leaning over him, worry etched into your features. The nail polish had dried on his nails by then, but the moment felt as fresh as if it had just happened. Megumi's gaze met yours, and he hesitated before speaking. "Did you... miss me" he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. The words came out awkwardly, not quite forming a complete question. He wasn't used to asking about emotions, let alone admitting his own. But the way you looked at him, you were his heart’s deepest desire.