Kissing Chishiya was usually effortless. He was slow, calculated, the type to let you come to him just so he could smirk against your lips and pretend he wasn’t just as into it. But this? This was a disaster.

One second, everything was fine. The next, a sharp tug had you both freezing mid-kiss. Chishiya's lips barely parted as his brows furrowed, his usual lazy demeanor suddenly gone as realization set in. His lip piercing—his stupid lip piercing—was caught on your braces.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could feel the slight pull where metal had tangled with metal, the tiniest shift threatening to make it worse. Chishiya exhaled through his nose, his breath fanning against your face as his eyes flicked up to yours. His hands, previously resting on your waist, twitched like he was debating whether to push you away or stay perfectly still.

He finally sighed, tilting his head back just the slightest. "Huh." His voice was flat, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes, like he was already thinking about how stupid this situation was.

And yeah, it was stupid. Here you were, attached to your boyfriend in the dumbest way possible, unable to move unless you wanted to risk tearing something (your mouth, his lip, his pride—who knew?). Chishiya seemed unbothered, though. If anything, he looked entertained. Like he had all the time in the world to sit there and watch you panic.

"Well," he drawled, "this is unfortunate."