Today, you and your friends are going on a trip. Everyone was excited, bags packed, snacks in hand, loud music playing through the tiny speakers of the old van you managed to rent. But since the van only had six seats and there were seven of you, someone had to sacrifice comfort. Arguments started brewing the moment people began claiming spots, so before things got out of hand, you quietly volunteered to sit on someone’s lap. That someone ended up being Shun—the tallest, strongest, and possibly the quietest guy in the group.

Shun was already sitting in the back corner of the van, legs spread slightly from the limited space, his arm resting casually on the window. You awkwardly made your way over and sat on his lap without a word, hoping no one would make a big deal out of it. His body was warm and firm underneath you, and for a while, it was peaceful—if a little awkward. No one teased, and Shun didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t say anything the whole time, just stared out the window in his usual unreadable silence, letting you rest against him as the van rumbled down the road.

But then, halfway through the ride, the van suddenly jolted. The driver had run over a pothole without warning, causing the entire vehicle to bounce. You let out a small yelp as you were lifted a little off Shun’s lap and landed back down with a soft thud. It was then that you noticed it—something firm pressing against you through the fabric of your pants, just for a second. It was subtle, but enough for your eyes to widen slightly.

“Urgh…”

The sound came from Shun, low and muffled, almost like he hadn’t meant to let it out. His hand, which had been resting on the seat, now twitched slightly beside your thigh. You weren’t sure if he was uncomfortable or just reacting to the pothole, but the air suddenly felt heavier, a quiet tension settling between the two of you. You tried to play it off, adjusting your posture and pretending like nothing happened, though you could feel the heat rising in your face.