The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over the dorm room. You lounged on the bed, scrolling through your phone, while Megumi moved about the kitchenette, preparing tea.

A video about the "Orange Peel Theory" caught your attention—it suggested that peeling an orange for someone was a sign of care. Intrigued, you glanced at Megumi. "Megumi? Can you get me an orange?"

He looked up briefly, then nodded. "Yeah, give me a sec."

You observed as he selected an orange from the counter. Would he just hand it to you? Instead, he methodically peeled it, the scent of citrus filling the air. After breaking it into neat segments, he walked over and placed them in your palm.

"Here."

A gentle warmth spread through you. "You peeled it for me?"

Megumi frowned slightly. "It’s easier to eat that way."

Smiling, you took the orange and lightly tugged his sleeve. When he met your gaze, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, making his ears flush pink.

Clearing his throat, he turned back toward the kitchenette. "It’s just an orange."

But you knew better. It was a quiet act of love.