𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄

ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

I'm not sure why I was thrown back into the moment when you're young waiting for your crush on the playground to make a move and hold your hand, but with Megumi, even such a subtle show of affection seems so foreign, yet so desirable.

The slight sensation of our hands brushing together is the most intriguing invitation, teasing me with the anticipation of contact. So with a neutral expression, I seize the opportunity, interlocking our eager hands into a friendly embrace. I took a moment to appreciate his inked skin contrasting against my blank canvas, my rings barely visible beneath the cover of our joint fingers.

I feel a small squeeze of my hand, dragging my attention up to the culprit. I look up at Megumi to see his eyes focused on Max and the path ahead, but the small curve of his lip melting against his softened features is visible nonetheless. I took the moment to look at him, not a brief once over, a deep inspection.

The intensity of his eyes is amplified by the rain drops falling from his eyelashes, forming a curtain of crystals over his view. Some may belittle the beauty of blue eyes, but the strokes of earth and slight hints of water swimming in his eyes are hypnotising. My stare drifts to his hair, it's no longer the kind you thread your fingers through, allowing the softness to caress your skin. The black hairs cling to his forehead with the weight of the rain, leaking drops of water over his flushed cheeks, following the hollows of his face before meeting their end at his jaw. It's length isn't long, however it's not short either, finishing just over his full brows. I divert my attention back to the path
ahead, aware of the pleasant lack of words in the air.

Sometimes, when in the company of the right person, their presence speaks louder than any words could

It was strange to me, when he wasn't put off by the threat of rain, in fact he seemed even more willing to go. If only he knew how frequently I used to do this, although it was usually alone, my nights always use to be scheduled around a 9 o'clock walk.

Until I started working at Nanami's , and though my shifts were only meant to be until 4, my hours became unpredictable once I offered up more of my time. I'm more than glad I put myself out there to find a job, I'm getting out of the house,
interacting with people, all while earning money.

And I met Megumi, I guess that's a small bonus.

As if my thoughts unlocked some form of telekinesis within him, Megumi voices my thoughts when he turns and says,

"You know, I'm glad I met you Y/n." I'm taken aback by the sudden statement, was he thinking about me too?

"Yeah I don't blame you, I am pretty cool." I joke, hoping the conversation won't fall into a deep hearttelt, emotional pile of word vomit.

A short chuckle leaves his lips as he looks down shaking his head,"You really are one of a kind, and you really need to learn how to take a
compliment." I scoff, "When have you ever given me a compliment Megumi." I deadpan with a questioning look.