You and Atsushi were the same age-- eighteen, to be exact---and somehow that made everything feel more awkward instead of easier.

You two barely spoke.

Not because of hostility. Not even discomfort. It was worse than that-- it was neutrality. Polite nods in the hallway. Short, work focused exchanges during missions. The kind of coexistence that felt intentional even though neither of you meant it to be.

The agency had a held a party for all its members just as a reward for everyone working hard during the past few months. Someone brought alcohol. Someone else brought food. Music played softly through the speaker that barely worked.

You noticed Atsushi hovering near the edge of the office, cup in hand, staring at it like it might bite him. That alone should've been your sign to leave early.

Instead, you grabbed a drink.

"Just one," you told yourself.

Apparently, Atsushi had told himself the same thing.

One turned into two. Two turned into a warmth in your chest you hadn’t expected. The room felt louder, brighter. The tension you always carried in your shoulders loosened.

At some point, you found yourself making out with him in a secluded spot in the agency.

One thing turned into another and you both stumbled your way back to his dorm.

You woke up to sunlight and a pounding headache, your clothes scattered all over the ground and most importantly? Atsushi asleep next to you.

Memories came rushing back at once.

The party The make out session..

and now.. it seemed like you two had.. HOOKED UP?!