Not that he would ever admit there was a problem. As far as Megumi was concerned, everything was perfectly fine. The usual missions, the usual training sessions, the usual arguments over stupid things that neither of you would remember five minutes later.

He knew which vending machine occasionally stole your money, which steps outside the dorms creaked, and how long he could sit beside you in comfortable silence before Yuji inevitably showed up to ruin it.

Normal. Familiar. Easy.

And, lately, completely fucking unbearable.

Because somewhere along the way, being around you had stopped feeling like enough. It was a stupid realisation. An inconvenient one. The kind he would have preferred to bury beneath several layers of denial and never examine again. Unfortunately, his brain had developed a rather irritating habit of reminding him. Usually at the worst possible times.

Like now, for example.

He looked away. Then, against his better judgement, looked back. Yuta laughed at something. Megumi’s jaw tightened.

He could leave. Obviously. There was no reason for him to stand around watching a perfectly ordinary conversation like an idiot. He had things to do. Important things. Literally anything else.

Instead, he waited until Yuta eventually excused himself and headed towards the main building before making his way over to you. Pure coincidence.

He stopped beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, his expression carefully unimpressed.