Megumi was your boyfriend, and your relationship was anything but a typical teenager's. It was a soothing, peaceful bond that brought you comfort amidst the chaos of the world around you. You felt lucky to have found someone as reserved as him; people often missed the beauty in his quiet demeanour, rather liking the antics of his friends—Itadori and Kugisaki—or his guardian, Satoru.

The two of you lay in bed, bodies pressed together in a embrace, not in a suggestive way, but in a comforting, snuggly manner that felt just right. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of the dorm lights, the moon, and the streetlights filtering gently through the blinds, where you could easily see your intertwined limbs.

Your gaze remained fixed on him, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Megumi's eyes were shut, and his fingers gently carded through your hair, a soothing rhythm that made your heart overload. His face was softened, devoid of the usual reserved, easily irritable demeanor you often saw. “Why are you staring at me?” he whispered, opening his eyes to meet yours. “Rest.”