#mik0is0yapping

you knew about megumi's thing with mental health. occasional low episodes, depression episodes, all that. you didn't care, because, deep down, below the stoicism and pushing his emotions down, he was the guy who made you smile, made you laugh. the guy you fell in love with.

sounds a little cheesy, right? good. 'cus that aint the point.

anyhow, about the now.

you guys were not as talkative to each other as you once were. still spent time together, but said you were busy more often, and said "i gotta go..." making excuses to avoid tbe awkward silence that lingered between the two of you now. it was no secret to one another that you guys made up excuses. it just became the norm.

on your end, megumi was a lot more dry in messages lately, dryer than the messages usually were. no more instant replies, taking him hours to reply. so it was only right for yoy to assume the worst and think he was cheating...

...right?

wrong.

you knew about his mental health struggles, so why didnt you just assume that at first before jumping to cheating? you didn't know. always assuming the worst.

one evening, you invited him to your apartment for dinner and a movie. pretty laid back, right? he knocked on the door, you let him in, greeting one another with a small, quick kiss like always, before the two of you sat on your sofa, small coffee table infront of you, and the TV setup 5 or 6 feet away.

it was pretty quiet between you two, since its been like that for awhile, it was something they got used to. didn't ask how one another was doing, what happened in their week, since it was a friday evening.

he excused himself to get up to use the restroom, which gave you the perfect opportunity to look through his phone. to be honest, it was giving paranoid girlfriend, but you just wanted to make sure. look at his few social media apps and check if anything suspicious was going on, then to simply put his phone back.

once he was down the hall, you put your little plan to action. the sofa creaked ever so slightly as you leaned over to grasp his phone, but once you did, you were unlocking it. you typed in the password—the day you guys went on your first date— and she went to instagram. when you saw nothing suspicious, you went to the next app.

tiktok? nothing.

snapchat? nada.

just a few high school friends, and you.

as you then went to his texting app, you heard his voice at the opposite end of the sofa, speaking in that usual calm and blank tone, his words muttered — like usual.

"what're you doing?"

your grip on his phone turned white-knuckled as soon as his voice reached your ears, heart dropping to your stomach.

megumi stood behind the couch, a blank — but unamused — expression on his face. mostly blank, but the frustration and disappointment were painfully clear in his eyes, so much so it made your stomach twist with anxiety.

you mutter, sounding guilty. "i was looking for something."

"looking for what?" he replied. his tone was flat. tired. just done.

you quickly closed out of all the apps you had browsed through and turned the phone off, quickly holding it out for him to take. "you're not hiding anything."

the way you said it sounded like you were skeptical.

he blinked silently at you before giving you a "you've got to be serious" look. he then sighed and reached out, snatching his phone and shoving it in his pocket before speaking.

"that's not the point."

to be completely honest, megumi was right.

you acknowledged it, but you chose not to. you were too upset with him.

"then what is the point, megumi?" you scoffed, your tone snarky and frustrated. "you've been leaving me on read for weeks. you've just been off for weeks in general."

megumi gave an exhausted sigh, dragging a hand over his face before crossing his arms and muttering. "i've... i've just been busy lately."

"busy enough to ignore me?" you remarked.

"i'm not ignoring you."

"you barely talk to me anymore!" you snap. your voice cracked slightly, but you ignored it. "what is your leaving me on read, or on delivered? each time when i ask if you're doing alright, you brush me off and snap at me. it just feels forced."

you could tell megumi was holding words back by the way he clenched his jaw, and the sigh.

"so you decide it's a good idea to go through my phone."

"well, maybe i thought your silence was because your talking with someone else."

you snap your jaw shut, realizing what slipped out of your mouth without you wanting it to, the room instantly falling dead silent. you see his eyes widen in astonishment, before his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched again.

"seriously?"

you sigh out of annoyance, your voice coming out in a grumble. "can you blame me?"

you see his jaw clenched harder, like that was possible. but you noticed that your snide comment sent him over the edge.

megumi laughed, way more of a scoff of frustration than amusement. "you know what? i'm not in the mood for this right now."

your heart drops again, instantly feeling guilt. "megumi, wait–"

"no." he cuts you off while he grabs his jacket off the back of the couch, slipping his shoes back on. "i'm tired, i'm stressed out. i'm gone for less than five minutes and i come back to see you searching my phone for evidence because you convinced yourself i was cheating."

"i was worried–"

"and instead of talking to me, like a couple should, you snooped through my phone."

you open and close your mouth, fiddling with your fingers, unable to come up with a reply. he was right. again.

because you knew there was no excuse or defense for you looking through his phone.

megumi rubbed his face again, before shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "i need space."

those three words hit you like a punch in the gut, hurting way more than you thought words ever could.

"so... what? you're just leaving?" you asked softly.

megumi reached for the door, but before his hand touched the doorknob, he hesitated.

for just a moment, you hoped he'd turn around, and you guys could talk it out, make up, and go back to doing whatever the hell you two were doing to begin with. and maybe he'd tell you whats been weighing down on him lately.

you were hoping too soon.

he just let out a shaky exhale, his next words coming out drained and exhausted.

"i'll text you later."

then, he walked out. no "bye, love you", no kiss to the cheek or forehead, and trying to play it off like their normal goodbyes. the door just shut softly behind him, leaving the entire apartment feeling painfully quiet

havent written on here in awhile sorryyyy 😭

junior year semester 2 lowkey rough.

anywaysss... back to my roots w this one. pretty sure my VERY first writing on tumblr was w megumi too

i lowkey locked in. gave yall an edit AND writing. 1500 words too!? i feel like thats a record. idk. im just really proud of ts

hopefully after finals and summer starts ill be able to write more.

this year, christmas felt like just another thursday. which was kind of disheartening, in a way. you remembered as a little girl, you would whine and beg to open your presents the night before, not wanting to wait for the next day. you'd stay up all night to wait and hear bells on the roof of your home, but ultimately ended up falling asleep.

and the very next morning, there would be double the presents that were under the tree compared to the night before (back when you believed in santa claus). your big eyes would get bigger as you jumped for joy, tearing open the packages to receive toys, sketchbooks and pens, anything that you had said "i want this!" in response to commercials, you would get.

you were older this year, twenty-one, turning twenty-two in a few weeks. you felt wistful, missing the childlike wonder you used to have for the holidays, but it always warmed your heart to see your little nieces and nephews open toys you had bought them for the holidays.

it was christmas morning, and you'd promised your parents earlier in december you would be over at their house later that evening for the family christmas with your siblings and their kids. right now, you lay beside your boyfriend, who was still asleep. lucky him.

you pulled the blanket closer to your chin and curled closer into his chest than you already were, pressing your ear over his chest, hearing the soft thump of his heart, which almost pulled you back under the spell of sleep.

"mmph. 'morning."

he was awake. you'd wished you hadn't woken up, given your favorite moments with him was when the two of you were curled up together under the blankets.

you exhaled out of reluctance. you both were still curled up under the covers, but you knew he'd be getting up soon. so much for sleeping in.

"good morning. sleep well?" you utter softly, not moving your head from his chest just yet, but you turned your head to gaze up at him, your expression showing you were still clearly drowsy and struggling to wake up.

he hummed quietly reaching an arm out for his phone on the bedside table and double-tapping the screen to see that today was the 25th of december—better known, christmas. he grumbled incoherently to himself before rolling over to reach into the drawer.

his movements cause you to grumble to yourself. but as you move follow him, wanting to stay as close as you could for that moment, you heard him mutter something. and of course, you were still to sleepy to tell what he said.

"what?"

you heard him huff before muttering once more, this time more audible. "merry christmas."

a small smile crossed over your features as you looked at him, speaking softly in return. "merry christmas."

"i bought you something."

you heard him say a few moments later, disrupting the comforting silence between the two of you. your eyebrow raised, and you let out a quiet hum.

"you did? well, i have something for you as well."

"hm."

was the only response you got out of him. he was a man of little words, but he showed that he cared about you in other ways. buying you flowers, especially your favorite type exactly down to the color when you guys were talking about flowers.

if you guys were sitting on the couch watching tv, he would drape his arm over your waist and pull you close to him so you were leaning into him more than you were, and would trace small circles on your hip.

just casual, simple acts of affection and spending quality time together. and to be honest? you didn't mind the quiet moments, you liked spending quality time with him and giving each other things to show your affection for each other, rather than gushy words.

as you thought these things, he had a small box in his hand, wrapped in a pale blue paper with your name written in neat, handwriting. it wasn't anything luxurious, but it was simple and straight to the point.

when you realized this was what he had bought you for christmas, your heart fluttered. you rolled over to open the drawer of your own beside table, pulling out a box that was wrapped in the same wrapping paper, his name written in cursive on the top in a small font.

you both exchanged the gifts, the one for him sitting in his lap, and yours held in your hands. this silent exchange of gazes went on for a few moments, before he spoke up.

"open it."

with a gentle nod, you carefully began tearing away the paper that was wrapped over the box. underneath the pale blue wrapping, was a jewelry box. you looked up from the box at him, which he only gave a nod to open the box.

there was a black ribbon on the box, and as you pulled it, the box slid open. your eyes widened at the sight that beholder you.

it was a silver necklace, nothing extravagant, just a necklace with a small diamond in the middle. you look up at him.

"you want me to help you?"

you nod happily, as you gingerly pass the box over. you watched him take the necklace out of the box, and you tipped your head forward.

"it's on. you can look now."

you look back up and grab the small mirror on your beside table, a wide smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, murmuring quietly.

"thank you. i... i love it. a lot."

a rare smile crossed his face, which caused your heart to skip more than just one beat. it was rare to see him have a full smile on his face, even a small one— but none the less, it made your heart soar.

"okay, now open yours." you say, reaching out to rest her hand over his. you saw how his face ever so slightly turned pink. you found it kind of cute after two years, his face still flushes at such simple things, like you resting your hand atop his.

you watch him unwrap the small package, before opening the box, to see a watch; that looked identical to the necklace you'd just received. he blinked a few seconds before looking up at you.

"did you know about your necklace before now?"

you blinked sleepily a few times before noticing the similarities in both gifts—subtly elegant, silver with diamonds. the only difference was one was a necklace, and the other a watch.

"o-oh," you spoke, your voice still ever so slightly scratchy from sleep. "no, i promise i didn't. i didn't get into your drawer."

he looks between the watch in his hands, and the necklace around your neck. after a moment or two, a small smile finds his face again. he takes the watch out of the box and puts it on his left wrist, before clearing his throat.

"they match. kind of cute."

you smile at the simplicity of his words, and you both wrap your arms around each other. after your embrace, you guys notice the time. the bright white numbers showed 10:38 am.

with a shared reluctant sigh, you spoke. "we should probably start getting ready," subtly hinting a reminder they were to be at her parents house for christmas dinner. with your reminder, he rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead before muttering.

"your brother talks too much."

you smiled before simply replying, "mother said dinner starts at 4, so when we get there, you can use your watch to watch the hours tick by. we're only there 'till eight."

he hummed, reaching out for your hands. "hm. you're not wrong."

throughout the rest of the day, your neices and nephews kept showing off their new toys to you two, siblings and inlaws starting never ending conversations, it emotionally drained the both of you by they time you left (45 minutes early)

but despite all of this, itwas clear that he was happy with his new watch, the way he kept looking at it and brushing his fingers ovet the diamonds. and you loved your necklace just as much.

in the end, the two of you had a pretty good day, despite it feeling like just another ordinary thursday.

commentary from your librarian ~~ (authors notes)

basic couple gifts cus i couldn't think of anything else sorry gang

i said holiday writing and i still finish writing two days after..🫩

i hope everyone had a happy holidays !! (and have a happy new year !!)

this is prolly my last writing of 2025, and ik I didnt write a ton this year, but i plan on writing more in 26🤍