Megumi doesn’t know how to be in a relationship.

He huffs, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stole some sideway glances to look at you, occasionally. The snow flakes fall around, and he can’t help but notice the way you’re shivering.

Megumi almost wants to scoff, but he softens when he really saw the goosebumps on your arms, just barely being covered by your sleeves.

“Here.” He says awkwardly, holding out a scarf for you, averting his gaze.