From the moment this began, you both knew it was risky.
A secret like this was a fragile thing—always at risk of slipping through cracks, of being exposed under the wrong light. But neither of you could walk away. Not when his touch lingered long after he pulled away, not when your eyes searched for him even in the most crowded of places, stolen glances of the both and quiet conversations when no one’s around… it all makes this situation more intimate, yet more dangerous.
.
“You’re being reckless.”
Megumi’s voice is quiet, but there’s an edge to it. He leans against his desk, arms crossed, watching as you sit on the windowsill of the empty classroom. The late afternoon light bathes you in gold, a sight he should admire more freely—but instead, he fights the urge to pull the blinds shut, to keep you hidden just a little longer.
“I could say the same to you,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly, a teasing glint in your eyes.
He exhales through his nose, clearly unamused. It’s not the time for games, not when you were nearly caught last night—when one of the other teachers had questioned why you always stayed late in the training hall.
“We have to be more careful.”
“You worry too much.”
“And you don’t worry enough.”
A heavy silence settles between you, the unspoken truth hanging there—this can’t last forever. But neither of you wants to be the one to say it out loud.
After a moment, Megumi steps forward, his hand grazing your knee before settling there. A touch so familiar, yet so forbidden in this space. You don’t push him away. Instead, you let him be close, just for a little while longer.
“Just… don’t make me regret this,” he finally says.