"You’re adorable," you remarked with a playful grin, relishing in the sight of Megumi's flushed cheeks and feigned indifference as he averted his gaze.

His usual stoicism melted away in the face of your teasing, revealing a vulnerability that only served to enhance his charm. It was a rare glimpse into a side of him that he preferred to keep hidden, and you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to coax such genuine reactions from him.

From the moment you met, there had always been a playful banter between you, a dynamic that both infuriated and intrigued Megumi in equal measure.

Today's conversation had taken an unexpected turn, veering from tales of battle prowess to reminiscences of your shared childhood. Megumi's discomfort was palpable as you deftly wove the threads of past and present together, drawing parallels between a seemingly innocuous incident from first grade and his current exploits as a sorcerer.

"Can you stop?" he growled, his embarrassment evident as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground beneath him. "I already told you that was first grade, I didn't know what I was doing," he muttered, his tone tinged with a mixture of exasperation and resignation.

But you knew better. You remembered the incident in Mr. Belch's class vividly, how Megumi had unwittingly summoned his Divine Dogs in a moment of childish curiosity. While others may have found it amusing, for Megumi, it was a source of deep embarrassment, a crack in the facade of his carefully constructed persona.

Megumi cautiously reached out and pulled you, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace as you continued your stroll towards the 7-Eleven. His black hair fell across his eyes, which he rolled at you in mock exasperation.

"I'm serious," he mused, his voice laced with affection and a hint of anger. "Bring it up again, and you can start taking these walks alone." It was a threat delivered with a playful smirk, a testament to the playful dynamic that defined your relationship.