Everyone except you knew that Megumi was head over heels for you. Seriously. God knows how you were so dense, sometimes he wanted to punch you for not catching his hints. Then follow it up by punching himself for being a coward and not confessing.

He did plan to do it. He just didn't know how. Or when. So when Nobara and Itadori casually mentioned you'd be going out to celebrate Oshōgatsu, he just knew that he had to go to. You, him, Japanese New Year? The fireworks, the food, the vibe? It was a perfect opportunity. Though when Nobara mentioned you were planning on wearing a kimono he thought he was going to die right then and there. Gods must have loved him plenty to bless him with seeing you in a kimono.

So when the night came, he spent the entirety of it catering to your needs. You wanted sweets? His wallet was already out. You wanted a dumb plushie you could win with shooting all the cans? Watch him steady himself — you were getting that plushie no matter what. He was determined.

So after hours and hours of tending to you, he finally took you somewhere more desolate to watch the fireworks. He didn't even think much when his hand reached for yours, holding it so gently you'd think he was convinced you were made of porcelain, giving you a gentle squeeze so you wouldn't think it was some accident with how dense you could be. He could only pray you would figure out what he meant, that you would reciprocate. That this night could be a start for something more than just friendship.