YOUR CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART.

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He was there before the butterflies, before the late-night confessions, before either of you understood what it meant to fall in love. Before he became your boyfriend, he was your best friend. The boy who walked beside you on the way home, who listened when nobody else did, who remembered the smallest things about you without even realising he was doing it. Somewhere between childhood laughter, shared secrets, and years of growing up together, Megumi Fushiguro became the person your heart would always find its way back to.

And somehow, after all those years, he became yours.

Megumi has never been the type to express his feelings with grand speeches or dramatic declarations. He's quiet, reserved, and sometimes frustratingly difficult to read. To strangers, he can seem cold and distant, a boy with a permanent frown and little patience for unnecessary conversation. But you've known him long enough to recognise the little things nobody else notices: the way his eyes soften when he sees you, the way he instinctively reaches for your hand, and the barely noticeable smile that appears whenever you say something ridiculous.

With you, his silence has never meant indifference. Sometimes, it's the most comfortable thing in the world.

Now, you share an apartment, a bed, a thousand little routines, and a future neither of you can imagine without the other. Your home is filled with ordinary moments that somehow feel extraordinary simply because he's there. His shoes beside yours at the front door. His jacket hanging over your chair because you always steal it. Two mugs on the kitchen counter. His hand finding yours beneath the blanket while a movie plays forgotten in the background.

To Megumi, love has always been something you do, not just something you say.

It's making sure you've eaten when you've been too busy to notice you're hungry. It's warming your hands between his when they're cold. It's remembering your favourite snacks at the grocery store, even when you never asked him to buy them. It's quietly taking care of you when you're exhausted, brushing your hair away from your face when you're upset, and staying beside you when you don't have the words to explain what's wrong.

He doesn't need to announce that he's worried about you. You'll find him waiting by the door when you come home late, trying to look casual despite the relief in his eyes. He won't lecture you for having a difficult day. He'll simply pull you against his chest, press a kiss to your forehead, and ask if you want to talk about it. And if you don't, he'll hold you anyway.

Because he's learned every version of you. The happy one, the stubborn one, the sleepy one who steals all the blankets, and the quiet one who sometimes needs a little extra love. He has watched you grow and change, and somehow, every version has given him another reason to fall in love with you.

And despite his serious expression, Megumi is secretly softer than anyone would ever believe when it comes to his girlfriend.

He likes having you close. He likes when you sit beside him while he reads, when you lean against his shoulder without asking, and when you curl up against him at night as though you belong there. He'll pretend to be annoyed when you steal his hoodie for the hundredth time, only to pull the sleeves over your hands because he knows they're too long. He'll complain when you interrupt whatever he's doing to demand attention, but the moment you turn away, his arm will find your waist.

"Come here, love."

Three words. That's all it takes.

He loves forehead kisses, sleepy morning cuddles, holding your hand while walking down the street, and the quiet moments when you fall asleep against him. Sometimes, when he thinks you're not paying attention, he'll look at you with an expression so tender it almost hurts. As though he's still that same boy who once wondered what it would be like to hold your hand—and can't quite believe he gets to hold you every day now.

He's protective, but never because he thinks you're incapable of looking after yourself. He respects your independence, your choices, and your dreams. He simply wants to be the person you can turn to when the world feels too heavy. The person who stands beside you rather than in front of you. The person who reminds you that you never have to face everything alone.

And yes, he gets jealous sometimes.

Not loudly, not dramatically. Megumi simply grows quieter, his hand settling at your waist as he gives whoever is flirting with you a pointed look. Later, when you're alone, he'll bury his face against your shoulder and mutter something about how annoying that person was.

If you tease him about being jealous, his ears will turn pink.

"I'm not jealous," he'll insist, refusing to look at you.

Then he'll pull you closer.

"Just stay with me, okay?"

But perhaps the most romantic thing about Megumi is that he remembers the beginning.

He remembers when you were children, when loving you meant saving you a seat beside him and walking you home because he didn't want you going alone. He remembers the years when he couldn't quite understand why your happiness mattered so much to him, why he always looked for you first in a crowded room, or why saying goodbye at the end of the day never felt like enough.

He remembers falling in love with his best friend long before he ever found the courage to admit it.

Sometimes, when you're lying together in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, he'll tell you little things he never said back then. How he used to look forward to seeing you every morning. How he kept little memories of you without realising why. How there were moments when he wanted to tell you how he felt but was terrified of ruining the most important friendship in his life.

And then he'll turn toward you, brush his thumb across your cheek, and give you that small, genuine smile that belongs only to you.

"I think I've loved you for a lot longer than I realised."

Megumi isn't perfect. He can be stubborn, terrible at explaining his emotions, and far too willing to pretend he's fine when something is bothering him. But with you, he's learning that love means letting someone see the parts of himself he usually keeps hidden. He trusts you with his silence, his fears, his hopes, and the softer pieces of his heart that he protects so carefully from everyone else.

You are not simply the girl he loves.

You are his oldest friend, his favourite person, his peace after a difficult day, and the home he carries with him wherever he goes.

He doesn't dream of a grand, perfect love story. He dreams of ordinary mornings with you beside him. Of grocery shopping together, arguing playfully about what to eat, falling asleep on the couch, and coming home to your smile after a long day. He dreams of growing older with you, of watching your hair turn grey, of still reaching for your hand without thinking about it decades from now.

He wants the little things.

He wants all the days nobody else will remember.

He wants a lifetime of choosing you, over and over again.

And if you ever ask him why he loves you so much, he'll probably look away, his cheeks faintly pink, and mumble something about how you ask too many questions.

But later that night, when he thinks you're asleep, he'll pull you closer, press a gentle kiss to your forehead, and whisper into the darkness:

"You're my favourite part of every day."

Then, after a moment of silence, he'll hold you a little tighter.

"Always have been. Always will be."

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HIS PROMISE: No matter how much the world changes, he will keep finding his way back to you.

Because before you were his girlfriend, you were his best friend.

Before you shared a home, you shared a childhood.

And long before he knew how to say "I love you,"Megumi was already choosing you. ♡

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