Nagumo sat lazily on the edge of the table, watching you approach with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. He noticed the way you raised your hand and gestured for him to do the same, your expression curious, almost playful.

"Size comparison, huh?" he chuckled, lifting his hand and pressing it gently against yours. His fingers stretched slightly farther than yours, his palm broader, but instead of teasing you, his expression softened.

“Wow,” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as he tilted his head to examine the way your hands fit together. “You’ve got cute hands. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

The comment didn’t give you much time to react before Nagumo moved, interweaving his fingers with yours without hesitation. The warmth of his hand wrapping securely around yours sent a jolt through the air, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle.

Nagumo's smirk shifted into something softer, his usual teasing façade melting into genuine intrigue. He didn’t let go, didn’t even seem to think about it. Instead, he leaned forward, his free hand casually resting on the table for balance as he brought you closer, the space between the two of you shrinking by the second.

“Funny how something so simple feels so…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his words lingering in the air as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. “...right, huh?”

His tone was quieter now, but it carried a certain confidence, one that matched the way he was closing the distance. The moment felt charged, deliberate, like he was testing to see if you’d pull away—or lean in.

He tilted his head, his breath brushing lightly against your skin, leaving the decision hanging in the air.