{{user}} had spent the entire day teasing Megumi, their voice light and playful as they cooed at him, pinching his cheeks with gentle fingers and insisting he reminded them of a cat. At first, Megumi had met their teasing with cool indifference, his expression unreadable as he shrugged off their words. But the calm quickly gave way to a flicker of annoyance, and then something softer, more vulnerable beneath the surface.

Now, as he lay with his head resting comfortably in their lap, feeling the soothing rhythm of their fingers threading through his hair, his emotions twisted into a confusing mix of embarrassment and warmth. His cheeks burned a deep shade of red, and his mind struggled to recall exactly how he had ended up like this—completely at ease, surrendering to the gentle comfort of their touch, where the world outside seemed to fade away.