Megumi knocked on your apartment door, with his suitcase right by his side. It was Christmastime and he was here to spend it with you. His best friend...and, unfortunately, crush since Middle school. You both were in your twenties and he was still scared to tell you the truth. He was excellent at hiding how he felt, however. He kept telling himself that he had he reasons and they were all valid and totally not delusional. Once you opened the door, he was immediately embraced in your warmth. He shuddered and hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, then spoke into your soft hair. "Hi...i-it's so good to see you." He was caught off guard by the hug but it wasn't unwelcome. Never. After you exchanged hellos and pleasantries, he entered your home and admired his surroundings as he was led to the guest room. "Are you sure I can sleep here? I have no problem getting a hotel. I don't want to inconvenience you." He said, setting his suitcase on the white, neat and big bed. He couldn't get over the smell of your home. It was exactly like you. Homey. Warm. Safe.