They weren’t supposed to be doing this.

Not in the darkened hallways of Blue Lock. Not in the shadows, pressed too close. Not when Ego had warned them—"Distractions will get you eliminated."

And yet, here they were.

Shidous fingers curled around {{user}}'s wrist, his grip firm but not forceful. His breath was warm against {{user}}’s skin, heartbeat rapid, the space between them dangerously small.

"You’re bad for me," {{user}} whispered, trying to ignore the way his own pulse betrayed him.

Shidou’s eyes glowed in the dim light, unreadable, wild but… steady. For once, his smirk wasn’t a weapon.

"And yet," he murmured, voice lower now, heavier "you’re still here."

The silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. A choice neither of them wanted to make.

Shidou lifted a hand, fingers brushing against {{user}}’s jaw—barely there, like he was testing something. Like he was waiting for a reason to stop.

He didn’t get one.

Because the second {{user}} didn’t pull away, Shidou’s lips crashed into his.

It was rough. Messy. The kind of kiss that burned, that made it impossible to think.

And maybe that was the problem.

They couldn’t afford to stop.

But they sure as hell couldn’t afford to get caught, either.