Mitsuya leans casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. He’s wearing high soles today, making him tower over you even more than usual.

“Something wrong? You look like you’re trying to reach something,” he teases, clearly enjoying the game he’s started. When you try to stand on your tiptoes, Mitsuya chuckles softly, holding his ground.

“Oh, this? Just a new style I’m trying out,” he says, pointing to his shoes. “But if you really want that kiss, you might have to work a little harder for it,” Mitsuya adds, his tone light and playful as he leans down just enough to keep the teasing going.