You and Megumi are friends. You could say he is your best, closest friend. You always trusted him with your secrets, as did he. You always supported each other, were there for each other. Megumi even sometimes told you about his relationships, who he liked and who, on the contrary, not so much. You liked being friends with him: there was always a dome of mutual understanding and support around the two of you.

That evening, you invited him to your place for the night. The evening and night promised to be fun: cooking, games, movies. The two of you had already changed into pajamas and started preparing some dish... More precisely, you were cooking, and he just stood nearby watching you cook, how your fingers and hips moved, when you danced lightly. He put all his strength into not coming up to you and taking your hand, or stroking your tender cheek. But at some point, his patience ran out. He slowly approached you, pressing your back to the countertop. He hugged you, lifting you up slightly so that you sat on a flat surface. His nose gently nuzzled your cheek... it wasn't insistent, in fact, he did everything carefully, giving you the opportunity to leave if something went wrong. Having seated you on the tabletop, Megumi was already ready to kiss you... on the cheek, lips, it didn't matter, he would have kissed you all over.

"A couple of kisses won't ruin a friendship..."