𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃?

ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

He stayed.

He's still sat there, 19 minutes later, waiting for me to finish for the night.

"You're all done darlin, see you tomorrow"

"Bye Nanami, have a good night." I bid my goodbyes to Nanami before grabbing my phone and heading over to Megumi.

"You actually waited for me huh?" Although the whole time I could see him not moving an inch from his seat, I'm still shocked he didn't leave. He hardly ever stays once he gets his coffee, just struts in, orders, more like demands a black coffee, then leaves.

"Not like I had anything better to do." He mutters begrudgingly, before rising from his seat and trudging off towards the exit.

Is he going to just leave after waiting for me?

"Are you coming or are you just going to stand there looking constipated?" His tone is annoyed yet I can sense the hint of amusement lacing his words. I follow him wordlessly out the door, immediately tightening my grip on my arms as the crisp air bites at my skin. It's not feverishly cold, I don't feel like I'm on the verge of frostbite or desperate for jacket, even though an extra layer would be nice right now.

I glance up at Megumi to see him completely unaffected by the temperature drop, and walking oblivious to slight chatter of my teeth. Okay maybe it is a bit colder then I anticipated.

"You're shivering." His statement is emotionless and his gaze never strays from the path ahead.

I don't even know where we're going.

"No shit Sherlock, I'm cold."

"Don't you have a jacket?" This time he takes a spilt second to look me up and down.

"Yeah, I do actually, it's in my pocket, give me a sec" I reply, my voice dripping in sarcasm. His confused eyes meet mine as he watches me reach into my pocket.

He squints as if trying to figure out how the hell I fit a jacket in there.

I didn't

I pull my hand out of my pocket and flip him off with a smug smile before quickening my pace and walking ahead of him.

I turn and look over my shoulder at his slightly stunned state, "are you coming or are you going to stand there looking constipated?" I finish with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow quirk.

I expect him to curse me out, or get annoyed at my actions, maybe even think 'fuck it' and go home, but he just shakes his head and chuckles.

No annoyed glare. No curse words.

Is it strange that I feel proud?

"Soooo are we going?"

He didn't say anything, just completely disregards my question and keeps walking.