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Eating the sweets that you bought on the street market earlier that day in the restaurant was certainly bad manners, but with the multitude of empty bowls spread out in front of you, you couldn't really bring yourself to feel bad about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t already spend a week’s salary for your meal.
And neither did Megumi apparently, because other than a disapproving glance in your direction he didn’t protest when you pulled the bag of candies from your pocket and placed them on the table, only moving some of the bigger bowls so your little treasure was better hidden.
“We definitely made the right decision buying a bigger portion. Look how cute the packaging alone is!” You lift one of the cellophane-wrapped delicacies up, the silver and red foil shining in the low lighting, the crinkling sound as you unwrap the candy further heightening your anticipation.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Megumi watch you as you pop the sweet into your mouth, eyes closing briefly to fully appreciate the flavour profile.
“Hm, the cherry-flavoured ones are definitely my favourite. Somehow they manage to make them taste just like fresh cherries, plucked right from the tree.” You rummage through the bag. “But I think there is also orange and lemon left and – wait what is this? Ah, I think it’s raspberry- do you want any of those?” You smile up at him.
“No, I want to try the one that you have.”
“Oh. I think that was the last one. I already ate too many on the way here.” You frown. “Sorry. I thought you didn’t like cherry.”
You look back down at the half-full bag, hesitating to make the obvious comment, wondering if you already exerted the amount of unprovoked flirtation Megumi could handle in one day. You have been together for three months now, you have kissed before, so technically-
Megumi intercepts your train of thoughts; grabbing your jaw with one hand and turning your face to him, he presses his lips to yours.
It cannot really count as a kiss because his tongue slides into your mouth only to steal the candy right out of it and he immediately leans back against the wall to not get caught by anyone, but it still leaves you breathless.
Your jaw drops open, the memory of his mouth on yours leaving a prickly feeling on your lips as you stare at him in disbelief. His ears are clearly burning, but Megumi looks undoubtedly smug.
You can be excused if you need a moment. The most physical affection Megumi has ever initiated in public was handholding, and even that took the two of you weeks.
The initial shock wears off and you slowly begin to grin. Well, if this is how he wants to play, who are you to object?
“You are getting cocky now, huh? Is that it? Think you can beat the master at their own game?” You clap your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, and start leaning closer.
His eyes widen as he realizes your intention. The elderly couple on the table next to you is already looking over. “Y/n, please.” You watch the tips of his ears, always the first thing to catch on fire and laugh, pushing yourself towards him on the wooden bench.
“Ha! Not a chance. You tried to challenge your sensei and lost, now come here and get your lesson.” With a loud >mwah!< you press a kiss to his cheek. And for good measure one on his forehead. And on his eyebrow.
You hear the couple at the table next to you snicker. Megumi presses his eyes shut.
“You’re awful. Absolutely awful.”
You press another kiss to the crease between his brows. Of course, he is strong enough to easily pull out of your grasp if he wants to. He doesn’t.
With a final peck on his lips, you lean to back to admire your work.
A glowing blush had turned your boyfriend approximately the colour of the cherry-candy he just stole from you, his face warm under your touch.
Someone clears their throat behind you, and you tear your eyes from Megumi to find your waitress awkwardly hovering your table, stepping from one foot to the other and fiddling with the little notepad on her hands. You raise one hand from Megumi’s face to wave her over and dropping the other one to hide the shiny wrappings littering the table with your sweater sleeve.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but, uhm, we are closing the kitchen soon, do you want anything else?” Your eyes flit to Megumi in question, but he is busy trying to burn holes into the tabletop with his stare, eyes not leaving the varnished wood.
“Um, no. That will be all for us tonight, thank you so much!”
You get the check and tip generously, because of the great food and service, but partly also you do feel a bit guilty for the secret candy eating. And making your waitress bear witness to the not-so-little amounts of PDA.
You leave soon after, Megumi silent by your side. The couple from the table next to yours wishes you a pleasant evening and a good night, enunciated by the wink the older woman sends Megumi.
You wonder if the steam you see coming from his ears really is just a product of your imagination. If anyone could feel embarrassment so strongly that it changed the physical abilities of their body, it would be Megumi.
He still doesn’t look at you when you hand him his jacket from the coat rack, and he doesn’t speak to you until you’re back outside in the pleasantly cool night air.
“I’m never going to go out with you in public ever again.” Somehow, he is already three steps ahead of you despite holding the door open for you while you struggled with your zipper.
You jog up to him and bump your shoulder into his side, sending a sheepish smile his way. “I’m sorry. To be honest, the candy-thing you pulled was just extremely hot and I felt the need to retaliate for making me so flustered.”
“I did?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “I knew you would enjoy me saying that.”
The quirk of his lips betrays his dead-pan expression.
“See!” You point a finger to his mouth. “Knew. It. You’re not as unpredictable as you think!”
Wrong choice of words.
In a split second, Megumi has you pulled towards him, a hand on your back pressing your chest to his and the other one cradling the back of your head, tilting your face up to him. He nudges your nose with his.
“Am I now?”
Instinctively, you move to close the distance between your lips, but he pulls away and continues walking.
“Oh, you bastard.” You scoff at him, moving quickly to fall back into step with his long strides. “I'll sleep in your room tonight, there is no way I’m letting the night end on that note.”
His eyes snap to you. “Really? I mean- okay.” There is falter in his step, a tiny one. Megumi is very good at hiding his emotions, but you’re even better at reading him.
It is a silent for a moment.
Until Megumi stops and you walk right into him.
“Wait.” He fixes you with a pointed look, sceptically scanning your features. “Do you actually want to sleep over or are you just saying that to tally the score?”
You blink at him with wide eyes. “What score?”
“Like, who manages to fluster the other person more? Is- is that not what you’ve been doing?”
“Oh. Well yes, but no. I- “. You bite your lip. “I just- today was just so great and it feels like we both have been just so busy the past few weeks and I don’t want the day to end yet. I enjoy spending time with you. No ulterior motives this time, I just- I really want to be close to you a bit longer.”
“Oh.” Even under the night sky, you couldn’t be more sure of the pretty pink blush decorating his cheeks.
You smile to yourself as you whisper “3:2. Back in the game, bitches.”
“Y/n.”
“Oh come on. It’s not my fault, I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re flustered!”
Megumi groans and throws an arm over your shoulders, clasping your mouth shut with one hand and pulling on your sleeve with the other, effectively dragging you along the concrete sidewalks. “Just- shut up.”
“No sleep-over then?” you mumble through his fingers.
Megumi opens his mouth, looks at your sparkling eyes looking up at him, and closes it again. Then sighs in defeat.
“If you snore, I’ll kick you out!”
You remove his hand from your face and press a kiss to his knuckles, intertwining your fingers with his. “Sure you will baby.”
He frowns at you and shakes his head. But even without the kiss he moves to press to your temple, he can’t fool you. Even if neither of you have said it yet, you see the love in his eyes and hope that yours reflect the same emotion back to him.