#[q.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 has freakishly cold hands, beyond normal. holding his hand was like holding ice cubes, they melt and seep, leaking through your fingers, the cold numbs the muscles making it harder and harder to articulate what little movement is left.

like now, you extend your arm so you can take his hypothermic hand in yours. it collides with your warmer complexion, heat is transferred from you to him, and chill is transferred from him to you—creating thermal equilibrium.

“your hands are so cold,” you say, shivering from the raw chill.

megumi only give you a brief, unreadable look before turning back to his phone. you decided to cup his hand in between your palms; one flat against his, and the other rubbing gently at his knuckles.

he feels a small breath of warm air make contact with his skin and directs his attention back at you. “what are you doing?”

giving you a questioning look when he sees you blowing warm air onto his hand, again. “warming you up, of course,” you look up at him, offering him a smile you know he favours.

he looks away for a moment when his face blooms with heat. speaking more quietly this time.

“i’m not cold.”

“whatever you say.” your smile persists and you chuckle as you blow onto his hand once more.

OFF CAMPUS

he's gotten used to hearing catchy songs and trendy soundbites from your phone when it's time to turn in, usually you already tucked in with the blanket up to your chest and the light of your phone illuminating your face (2/3 chance that you've got a sheet mask on). it isn't anything alarming; the two of you have gotten into a routine ever since you've moved in together.

(a new place, one with a separate room just to film your camgirl content and your sfw content).

what is alarming to jack is when the audio loops. over and over again.

the bed dips when he slides into bed with you, subtly reaches for his readers on his nightstand. he's got his book in hand but his eyes slide over to your screen.

it's some man flexing for the camera, short sleeve rucked up to reveal his cut bicep with the caption: in case you didn't get any today.

jack scoffs. he isn't a jealous man— if he were, he'd definitely be unable to handle dating a camgirl, especially one as gorgeous and as popular as you. and yet... "bunny, my arms are more impressive," he mutters.

that steals your attention and you give your huffy boyfriend an incredulous look. "are you jealous?"

"i am not jealous—" jack splutters but his cheeks and neck are red, eliciting an amused giggle from you as you toss the phone aside to kiss down his shoulders.