You stepped into the elevator, fingers intertwined with Megumi’s. The dim lighting made the moment feel even more intimate, even though the quiet hum of the building surrounded you. Your relationship was still a secret, which meant these small, stolen moments—like walking hand-in-hand at night—were the ones you cherished most.

Tonight, you were heading to retrieve his shirt, left behind after last night’s sleepover.

You pressed the button for the third floor, breaking the silence. “You also left your socks. And your cologne.”

Megumi tilted his head slightly, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I had to use my old one today. It’s not as good.”

“I know,” you murmured with a teasing smile. “I like your other one better.”

His grin widened, and he stepped closer, his hand sliding from yours to rest gently on your waist. The elevator doors slid shut, leaving you both in the quiet space.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, eyes locked on yours, “I think I leave stuff at your place on purpose.”

You blinked, surprised. “Why would you do that?”

“So I have an excuse to see you again,” he whispered, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist.

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a soft but confident kiss, stealing the breath from your reply.