ViolinProdigy!Megumi has my heart.
w/c - 600
âYouâre biting your nails again, Fushiguro.â
âWhat?â He takes a split second to register your words before letting the hand near his mouth dig back into his pocket, âUh, sorry.â
âI like seeing you nervous,â you admit, barely audible beneath the wave of applause coming from the auditorium.
He sighs at the noise, placing a long finger near his ear, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
âI said âGood luck with your performanceâ!â You smile bashfully, nudging at the door where the stage manager waves frantically at Megumi.
He nods at the man, kneeling down to run gentle fingers on the clasps of the violin case to undo them, taking out the instrument before following the stage manager out of the waiting area.
Even though you have a seat reserved in one of the spaces prearranged for friends and family, you watch him through the crack of the stage door, listening to the other soloists groan as soon as Megumi swings his bow onto the strings.
"It's precise," a light-haired boy says, resting his arms on his own violin case, "but emotionless."
You feel your face grow red; the perfect sounds tickling your ears are nothing but pure feeling.
"Quiet, Naoya." An older man beside him chides, tugging at his thick English-style mustache. "If you listen, you might understand why your ass fits so well in the second place."
Megumi's quiet all the way to the train station. He finds a seat on a bench in a secluded corner, scooting to the side to make room for you.
"First place again, huh, Fushiguro?" You elbow him, trying to interrupt his pensive state.
He only utters a small Mh-hmm, watching another full train depart from the platform, clutching at the violin case resting on his leg.
"You should be happy, Megumi."
"It wasn't perfect," he mutters.
"It was perfect, you should have heard Nayoa's whines as soon as you started playing!" you beam, hoping it would improve his mood, but he just stares off into the space between the bench and the platform.
The train ride felt long, and his legs grew weary of standing pressed against a crowd of people - but despite living a far way from where your station was, Megumi stepped out together with you, like he always did, just to walk you home.
"Why did you say you liked seeing me nervous?" He finally utters when you cross the bridge exiting the station.
"I thought you didn't hear that," you mumble, trying to swallow to relieve the dryness forming in your throat, "I guess it just makes you look more, uh - human?"
"You're saying I don't look human?" He furrows his brows, coming to a halt behind you.
"I don't mean it like that," you turn to face him, watching his features under the yellow light of the street lamp, "You just look so rigid all the time that I -," you lift your arm to press two fingers to the bridge of his nose, smoothing out the wrinkles formed there by his expression, "I like to be reminded that you have feelings, too."
"I have feelings, y'know." He says, a blush creeping on his cheeks.
"I know, I just said you do!"
You walk the rest of the way home in silence, secretly scolding yourself for saying something so brazen. You smile at him when you reach your doorstep, delivering a quick 'See you tomorrow' before stepping inside.
Megumi takes the long way to his house, repeating the same phrase over and over; "I have feelings for you (Name)," he utters silently into the air, "Just tell her dumbass, it isn't that hard."
