in the soft light of the afternoon, megumi leaned against the wall, watching you with a mix of admiration and disbelief. to him, you were “such a doll”—perfectly delicate, with a charm that made his heart ache. yet here he was, determined to insist he was “just a boy,” unworthy of the beauty and grace that seemed to shine from you effortlessly.

he couldn’t bring himself to voice his feelings, but every glance, every lingering moment spent in your presence deepened his smitten state. as you laughed and moved about, he felt a warmth spreading through him, a quiet realization that he was hopelessly captivated by the very essence of you.