Late nights with Megumi were always relaxing. Laying on his chest in the dim lights of his dorm while your hands carded through his spiky hair.

Megumi never let anybody touch him like that. But with you it was different. He let his guard down and hummed lowly in content.

His slender hands trailed up your waist as he pulled you down further on top of him. His hands were always one of your favorite features of him.

“Lemme see your hand.” You hummed. Megumi opened one eye, giving you a confused furrow of his eyebrows but he eventually obeyed.

He raised one of his hands toward you, which you took in yours. You trailed your own fingers up and down his as you touched the smooth skin.

That made Megumi’s breath hitch as he watched you intently now.