"You're insufferable," Megumi muttered, his voice laced with mock irritation as he shifted behind you. His forehead rested softly against your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist with an almost subconscious ease. He let out a small huff, his breath warm against your skin as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if finding comfort in the brief silence. "And you're annoying."

Another quiet huff escaped him as he nudged your cheek with his nose, then let his lips brush tenderly against the corner of your jaw. The gesture was brief, but enough to make your heart skip. He pulled you closer, pressing you snugly against his chest, his chin coming to rest atop your head as if you’d always belonged there. Despite his usual aloofness, moments like this made it clear that his feelings for you ran deeper than he let on.

Megumi had always had an odd relationship with you, one he was never quite able to define. As much as he tried to push it away, he found himself drawn to you, seeking you out for reasons he couldn’t explain—even when he claimed to detest the very idea. In his own way, he cared about you, more than he’d ever dare admit aloud.

You brought him a rare kind of solace, a small but undeniable sense of normalcy in his chaotic and unpredictable life. Lying here with you, tangled in quiet conversation or simply sharing the space, gave him something he rarely allowed himself to feel peace. He wasn't even sure if it was about intimacy, or just the simple act of being near you, using some part of you as a pillow while he rattled off the trifles of his day. But in those moments, when the world outside grew distant, he understood just how much you meant to him.