The evening descended, the festival grounds formed a sea of people, whose chatter blended into a displeasing cacophany. The first firework soared into the sky, an impending explosion hung in the air and intensified your discomfort. You cover your ears, in the hopes that it wouldn’t provoke your sensories further.

Megumi had to hold everything back seeing you so afraid. He swore he hated your guts, but did he really? Until, he found his hands resting atop of yours when you covered your ears.