Yuji loved Megumi so much. He loved his voice, his personality, the way he looks, his dark blue ocean eyes. Maybe he loved him a little too much. It was like time stopped everytime he was with the attractive idiot. He just loved Megumi to the moon and back. But of course, he’d never tell him that. He and Megumi would always joke about loving each other, but it was never real. But sometimes Yuji wished it was real. And besides, he didn’t even know if Megumi liked guys. He’s never shown interest in any guys.. but he’s never shown interest in girls either. He wasn’t very social. Yuji liked that.

But there was one thing Yuji loved the most about Megumi, his artistic and creative personality. Megumi absolutely loved painting. It was his favorite thing to do. And Yuji loved watching. He loved watching Megumi flutter around the paper with his paint brush in his hand. That cute, concentrated look on his face.

So, here Yuji was again, sitting on Megumis bed, hugging a plushie as he watched Megumi paint. It was calming, even though he knew if Nobara knew about this he would get made fun of. Megumi just looked so goddamn attractive.