the musty scent of vintage clothing and old books greeted you and megumi as you entered the dimly lit thrift store. racks of colorful garments and shelves of knick-knacks stretched before you.

you eagerly dove into a rack of pastel dresses, while megumi, hands in pockets, explored a crate of vinyl records. his usual stoic expression softened as he flipped through the albums and examined an old book.

you playfully draped a sparkly scarf around him, earning a raised eyebrow and a small smile. without a word, he placed a delicate vintage hair clip in your hand, his fingers lingering for a moment.