𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵: 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬
A/n: here I day seven with megumiii my loveee
June Event
Contains: fluff, reader and megumi being so cute together🥹, opposites attract relationship, megumi is so awkward but we love him
The little ramen shop was tucked away on a quiet side street in Shibuya, its steamy windows promising warmth against the crisp evening air. Inside, the air was thick with the rich scent of broth and the lively hum of conversation. Megumi sat opposite her, his posture as rigid as ever, his dark eyes focused on the menu as if it contained the secrets to the universe. He had been the one to suggest the place, a quiet mumble that she had interpreted as a date invitation.
"It all looks good," she said, trying to break the thick silence that had settled between them. "What are you getting?"
"The tonkotsu ramen," he replied without looking up. "It's the best here."
"Okay, I'll trust your judgment," she said with a small smile. When the waiter came, she ordered the same, and Megumi seemed to relax by a fraction of an inch.
The silence returned as they waited for their food, punctuated only by the clatter of bowls from the kitchen. She watched him, the way his dark hair was spiky, the slight furrow in his brow as he stared into his cup of tea. He was a puzzle, a collection of sharp angles and quiet intensity, and she found herself wanting to unravel him.
"Thank you for inviting me," she said softly.
He finally looked up, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before darting away. "It's just ramen," he mumbled, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
Their food arrived, two steaming bowls of ramen piled high with chashu pork, a perfect soft-boiled egg, and scallions. The rich aroma was incredible. She picked up her chopsticks, ready to dig in.
"Itadakimasu," she said cheerfully.
He just gave a slight nod, already slurping his noodles with a focused intensity. For a while, the only sounds were their quiet eating. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, she decided, just a... Megumi silence. He seemed to be enjoying his food, at least. He was almost halfway through his bowl before he spoke again.
"Is it good?" he asked, not looking at her, but gesturing with his chopsticks towards her bowl.
"It's amazing," she said honestly. "You were right. This is probably the best ramen I've ever had."
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "Good."
They ate in companionable silence for a few more minutes. She decided to try a different tactic, to draw him out a little. "So, besides ramen, what do you do for fun?"
He paused, a noodle halfway to his mouth. "Fun?"
"Yeah, you know. Hobbies. Interests. Things you do when you're not... busy."
He set his chopsticks down, thinking. "I read sometimes. And I train."
"Train for what?"
"Jujutsu," he said simply, as if that explained everything. "Jujutsu?" she repeated, intrigued. "Like, martial arts?"
"Something like that," he evaded. "It's... complicated."
He clearly didn't want to talk about it, so she let it drop. "Well, I like to read, too. What's the last book you read?" He seemed relieved by the change in subject. "A collection of poems by Sakutaro Hagiwara."
Her eyes widened in surprise. That was not the answer she had been expecting. "Really? I love his work. 'The Face at the Bottom of the World' is one of my favorites."
He looked up, a genuine spark of interest in his eyes. "You've read it?"
"Of course. It's so dark and beautiful. The way he talks about loneliness... it's really powerful."
He was actually looking at her now, his full attention on her. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little softer. "That's it exactly."
They spent the rest of the meal discussing Hagiwara's poetry, their conversation flowing more easily now. He was still quiet, his contributions sparse, but when he did speak, it was with a thoughtful insight that surprised her. He was listening, really listening, and that was more than she could say for most people.
When they had finished their food, Megumi insisted on paying, despite her protests. They stepped back out into the cool night air, the city lights painting the sky in a hazy glow.
"I had a really good time, Megumi," she said as they began to walk.
"Me too," he said, his voice so quiet she almost missed it. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched slightly, but he didn't seem as tense as he had earlier.
As they reached the corner where they would part ways, he stopped, turning to face her. He opened his mouth, then closed it, a flicker of frustration on his face. He was trying to say something, she could tell.
"Would you... want to do this again?" he finally managed to get out, his gaze fixed on a spot just over her shoulder. "Maybe... see a movie? Or... something?"
A wide, genuine smile spread across her face. "I'd love that."
He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, and the tension in his shoulders finally eased. "Okay. Good."
He stood there for a moment, as if unsure what to do next. Then, with a sudden, awkward decisiveness, he leaned in and gave her a quick, almost chaste kiss on the cheek before turning and walking away without another word.
She stood there for a long moment, her hand touching the spot where his lips had been, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the ramen. The first date had been quiet, a little awkward, and utterly, perfectly Megumi. And she couldn't wait for the second one.
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