megumi stood nervously before you, his dark eyes intense. the soft strains of arctic monkeys' "i wanna be yours" played, creating a mood charged with unspoken emotions.

"you know," megumi began softly, "i've been thinking about vacuum cleaners, ford cortinas, and coffee pots."

you raised an eyebrow, puzzled, as he continued, slightly bashful. it dawned on you that he was echoing the song’s metaphors. megumi wasn’t just chatting—he was confessing his feelings.

"i want to be all those things for you," he said, his gaze filled with vulnerability. "dependable, ever-present, essential."