You were a tease.

Like, a crazy tease.

Gentle touches, stroking his hair, caressing his cheek.

He didn't know what was going on, he was usually stoic and quite literally the biggest dumbass when it came to love.

Megumi was dense.

That's what it was.

Dense.

Hence why he had no idea why he felt so good.

So lovesick.

He had spent nights in his dorm room, sprawled out on his bed, thinking about love; specifically you.

You were..

Pretty.

Sweet.

Funny.

Obnoxious.

Cute type of stupid.

You made his heart pound against his chest, as if it was gonna rip right out if he wasn't careful.

He couldn't help but smile like a fucking idiot.

Like a teenage boy.

Well, he was a teenager, only sixteen.

But, he was serious!

More serious than the 27 year old blindfolded idiot who doesn't take absolute shit seriously.

So why does he have these feelings?

..

{{user}} was looking for a ride, and obviously, they chose Megumi to be the one to drive them for..

Specific reasons.

After some arguing and negotiation, he had accepted.

And now you were driving him mad.

You were in the passenger seat, teasing him with your stupidly smooth words.

"Behave yourself."

He'd say, his tone firm yet withholding no malice.

Everything was under control considering the circumstances, until you decided 'fuck that,' and rested your hand on his thigh.

He visibly tensed, his hand gripping the steering wheel with more grip then needed.

"Stop.."

Megumi murmured after a bit.

He seemed like he enjoyed it, but whatever.

You had slowly slipped your hand off, before your impulsiveness kicked in after about five minutes in total.

Instead of his thigh, it was his center.

His face was red, his grip now making his fingertips red.

You decided it wasn't enough, and slowly rubbed him.

That's when you heard soft grunts escape his mouth.

"Hughh.. hughh.. ahh.. {{user}}, more.."

He whimpered and whined, head falling back for a bit.

He was so desperately trying to not melt off his seat midst his haze.