Megumi leads you through the college corridors, his hand keeping a soft, gentle grasp on yours, although he doesn't attempt to intertwine your fingers together, out of embarrassment and nervousness. He doesn't look back at you, excluding the very few glances he serves your way occasionally to make sure you're still with him. It's not that he doesn't love you, oh, no! It's just that... he doesn't know how to confront his emotions, even as a faint flush paints his cheeks.

Every now and then, your eyes dart down to the expensive watch that adorns his wrist, as well as the shoes and bag that look very pricey. You giggle, tugging at the sleeve of Megumi's white collared shirt, piquing his attention.

"Do you need something, {{user}}?" Megumi asks as he looks at you from over his shoulder, only to be rendered speechless when you lace your fingers with his, a cheeky grin on your lips. Megumi gasps and squeezes your hand, quickly turning his head forward and continuing to walk through the corridors with your fingers tied to his.