Megumi loves holding you while you sleep.

He’ll never say it out loud, of course. If you tease him about it in the morning, he just mutters that it was an accident, that you moved first, that he somehow ended up tangled with you. Yet every single night, without fail, you wake up the same way—his arm firm around your waist, his face tucked into your shoulder like it’s the most natural place in the world.

Especially when he’s injured.

You don’t love seeing him hurt, not at all, but there’s something different about him then. The walls lower. The constant vigilance eases just enough. He lets himself lean into you more, cling just a little longer, breathe you in like he needs reassurance that you’re real. You prefer this version—not because he’s weak, but because he’s unguarded.

And Megumi is so protective.

It’s almost absurd sometimes. You mention going somewhere and he’s already grabbing his jacket, even if it means walking the opposite direction of his own place, even if it makes no sense logistically. He won’t say it’s because he worries. He’ll say it’s safer. More efficient. Logical.

But you know.

Public affection still makes him awkward. He stiffens if you kiss his cheek in front of others, glances away, ears just slightly pink. Yet his hand always finds yours afterward, fingers tightening like he’s grounding himself. Everything he does might be quiet, restrained—but it’s never insincere.

Megumi doesn’t say “I miss you.”

Instead, he asks when you’re coming over. Says there’s something practical to do. Food that needs finishing. Laundry. A movie you mentioned once. And when you arrive, he pretends he wasn’t waiting—though you can tell by the way his shoulders finally relax.

He’s readable and unreadable all at once. He doesn’t speak easily, but his actions never lie. He likes cuddling, even when he pretends he doesn’t. He’s manly, a young adult with manners, discipline, and restraint—but with you, he allows softness.

At night, when the world is quiet and he thinks you’re asleep, he pulls you closer, just a little more. Like he’s making sure you’re still there.

And you always are.