You stood chatting with Nobara and Yuji, Megumi quietly lingering beside you. After a year of dating, his love language had become crystal clear—physical affection. Whether it was his hand resting on your thigh when he drove, brushing his fingers against yours, or those sudden, tender touches, he thrived on small, intimate gestures.

“And then the character went flying through the air when the bomb exploded!” you recalled excitedly, thinking back to the movie you’d watched last night.

“No way! I only saw half of it—it sounds insane!” Yuji exclaimed, his energy as vibrant as ever.

“Oh, oh! Did you catch the scene where the main character finally met his long-lost mom?” Nobara chimed in, eyes wide with excitement.

Mid-conversation, a familiar hand wrapped around yours, the rough calluses and subtle veins unmistakable. Megumi’s fingers intertwined with yours effortlessly, his presence grounding you.

The unexpected touch sent a wave of warmth through you, momentarily derailing your train of thought. “Uh, yeah,” you said, flustered but smiling. “That part was so wholesome... and heartbreaking.”

Megumi gave your hand a soft squeeze, his stoic expression unchanging, but his affection speaking louder than words.