You stepped into the dim hotel room, Megumi just a step behind, both of you soaked from head to toe. The storm outside howled, rain still slashing against the windows as thunder cracked in the distance. Your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, and your once-styled hair stuck to your cheeks.

“This vacation is cursed,” you muttered, lips in a dramatic pout as you dropped your bag by the door.

Megumi shook the water from his arms, sighing as he ran a hand through his wet hair. “I told you not to trust the weather app.”

You scowled, brushing damp strands from your face. “I just want to shower, change, and pretend today never happened.”

“Same,” he agreed quietly, already pulling off his jacket.

Then your gaze landed on the bed.

One bed.

Your stomach dropped. “Wait—didn’t we book two?!”

Megumi followed your eyes and sighed. “They said this was the last room. Be grateful we’re not sleeping on a bench in the lobby.”

You groaned, dramatically flopping face-first onto the mattress. “This is going to be a long night.”

Megumi chuckled, that low sound vibrating in his chest as he walked past you toward the bathroom. “Depends on how close you plan to sleep.”

Your head shot up, eyes wide. “What?”

He paused at the door, glancing back at you with a faint smirk. “Just saying. Try not to hog the blankets.”

And with that, the bathroom door shut behind him—leaving your heart thumping, your cheeks flushed, and your mind racing with possibilities.