It was after their set—sweat still clinging to his skin, hair a mess from hours under stage lights. Megumi sat at the bar with his bandmates, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand, while the rest of the guys buzzed around him in the usual post-show high.

You slipped in quietly, not needing an entrance in this tired night. Just a soft wave to the bartender and a brief smile to Megumi as you took the empty seat beside him. He didn’t say anything. Just reached over to tangle his fingers with yours under the bar, like he always did.

Then—

“Hold up,” Kaito suddenly says, pausing mid-laugh as he looks down at your hands. “What the hell is that?”

You barely blinked before glancing at Megumi. He’s already groaning.

“Don’t,” he mutters under his breath.

“Bro.” Now the others are leaning in too, eyes narrowing. “Is that a—? No. No way.”

You give the smallest smile, just enough to be smug, and lift your intertwined hands slightly. The rings are no flashy. No diamonds, no dramatic design—just a silver band, smooth and warm against your skin, the same way his one is.

“We got engaged,” you say softly. “Last week.”

The bar table erupted.

“YOU WHAT?” Kaito adds, to which Minato suddenly asks, eyes wide “Since when?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us, man?!” Riku says, just as surprised

Megumi sipps his drink like he’s already regretting his life choices. “Because this. This right here.”

“Oh my god, you’re marrying her? That’s so domestic. Wait—are you gonna start writing love ballads now?” Kaito continues

“Shut up,” Megumi says flatly, but the corner of his mouth twitches. Just a little. You see it.

Amidst the teasing, someone clinks their glass to yours. There is no big announcements, no dramatic kisses. Just a crowded bar, noise, bad lighting, and your hand in his.

And somehow, that’s all the celebration you needed.