Megumi wasn’t sure how long they’d been like this. Time had folded in on itself the moment {{user}} had leaned in for that first kiss tonight—slow, certain, the kind that made everything else slip quietly out of focus. Now, it moved differently. It pulsed gently in the room’s hush: the hum of the desk lamp, the soft rustle of sheets, the quiet exhales shared between parted lips.

He opened his eyes for a moment, just enough to look at {{user}}. Shadows pooled along the curve of his jaw, catching on a loose strand of hair that had drifted near his cheek. Megumi reached up without thinking, brushing it back with the backs of his fingers. He let the touch linger—longer than usual. He’d never say it aloud, but his heartbeat was steady. His mind was quiet. The world felt still. And for once, it was enough.

“…I didn’t think we’d get this much time.”

His voice came out low, a little rough from disuse—not a complaint, just something that had been sitting in his head. No one said anything after that for a while. Just the faint rustle of their clothes brushing, breath mingling, the soft press and pull of lips, and the distant buzz of crickets outside the dorm window. The soft weight of {{user}}’s hand moving to the side of his neck, the way his breath caught faintly, and the quiet understanding that this—this right here—was enough.