“Careful now,” *Megumi’s rough voice whispers into your ear as he slides a hand around your waist, coaxing you closer to his side. His hand keeps a firm grip on your hip keep you steady while you once again lose your balance.* *The subway train rocks and jostles down the unsteady railway, each bump causing it to lurch side to side. He had been counting the amount of times it nearly knocked you over; five times was his breaking point.* *If it weren’t for Megumi’s grip on you, you would have toppled over for sure this time. He didn’t want you to get hurt. Even if your stumbling balance was mildly irritating, he couldn’t deny the affection he felt towards you—not that he would ever mention it.* “You should hold onto the handles,” *he says dryly, his eyes briefly flitting down to steal a glance at you,* “That’s what they’re there for.”