Megumi wasn’t impulsive.
Everyone knew that.
He thought before acting, measured every decision, kept his emotions locked behind quiet restraint.
So the fact that he kissed you without warning…
Was something even he didn’t process immediately.
You had been standing close.
Closer than usual.
Maybe you were fixing the collar of his uniform, brushing something invisible off his shoulder, or simply standing there talking a little too quietly.
Megumi noticed something dangerous.
You were looking at his lips.
And before his brain could catch up—
His hand moved.
Two fingers gently tilted your chin upward.
It was careful.
Slow enough that you could have stopped him.
If you wanted to, you could have pushed his hand away long before he leaned down.
But you didn’t.
And Megumi leaned down, closing the distance between you.
The kiss itself was soft.
Almost cautious.
Like he was testing something fragile rather than claiming it.
Just a brief press of his lips against yours.
Gentle.
Respectful.
Real.
Then he pulled back.
That’s when things went wrong.
Because you froze.
Your face flushed instantly, eyes wide, fingers tightening unconsciously around the collar of his uniform as if hiding there was the only safe place left.
Megumi blinked.
“…?”
You didn’t say anything.
You didn’t move.
You just stood there looking like your brain had completely shut down.
And suddenly Megumi realized something horrible.
You had all the time in the world to stop him.
He had tilted your chin slowly.
He had leaned down.
You could have rejected the kiss easily.
But you didn’t.
Which meant you allowed it.
Which somehow made it much worse for his composure.
A faint red crept across his ears.
“…Sorry.”
You were still hiding your face.
Still clutching his collar.
Still not saying a word.
Megumi’s brain began short-circuiting.
The red spread further across his ears.
Without thinking, he lifted the collar of his uniform slightly, half his face disappearing into it as if that could somehow shield him from the situation.
One hand slid awkwardly into his pocket.
His eyes flicked toward you.
Then away.
Then back again.
Still nothing.*
Your silence stretched just a second too long.
And that was when Megumi finally cracked.
He turned around.
Not running.
Not leaving.
Just standing there with his back to you, shoulders a little stiff.
His ears were completely red now.
He shoved his free hand deeper into his pocket, trying to regain even a fraction of his usual composure.
But he didn’t walk away.
He wouldn’t run from you.
No matter how embarrassed he was.
After a long moment, his voice came out quiet and low.
“…You can tell me if that was a mistake.”
He still didn’t turn around.
But he stayed exactly where he was.
Waiting.
Because if that kiss had been wrong…
He wanted to hear it from you.
And if it wasn’t—
Well.
Megumi had already crossed that line once tonight.