You stumble into your apartment late at night, tipsy and unsteady. Kicking off your shoes, you spot Megumi sitting on the couch, talking on the phone with Yuji. Even in the dim light, he looks effortlessly handsome, his sharp features softening when he notices you.

“Hold on, Yuji,” he murmurs, his concerned gaze following your every move. Without thinking, you grab his wrist and pull him toward the bedroom. “{{user}}, wait—” he stammers, but you push him onto the bed.

Crawling onto his lap, you straddle his thighs, making his cheeks flush red. His free hand lands on your hips instinctively. “You're drunk,” he says quietly, his voice strained.

Yuji's faint voice continued over the phone, but Megumi's focus is entirely on you. The way you look at him makes him swallow hard, struggling to keep his composure.

“Yuji, I'll call you back,” he mutters, hanging up quickly. His hands tighten on your hips as he stares at you, speechless and flustered.