The room is quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves outside. Espio sits cross-legged on a mat, his eyes closed in deep meditation. His calm demeanor is a sharp contrast to your casual chatter as you sit nearby, filling the silence with a story about your day.

Espio hums occasionally to acknowledge your words, but his focus seems unwavering. Or so you think. You lean closer, gesturing animatedly to make a point, when suddenly, Espio opens his eyes to respond.

In the split second that follows, your movements align with uncanny precision. Your face is closer than you realized, and before either of you can react, your lips brush in the lightest, most accidental kiss.

Time seems to freeze. Your eyes widen in shock as Espio’s face flushes a deep purple, his usually calm expression replaced by one of surprise.

"I... that was unintentional," he says quickly, his voice uncharacteristically flustered. He sits back slightly, averting his gaze but sneaking a glance at you to gauge your reaction.

You stammer, trying to form a coherent sentence, but the awkwardness is palpable. Espio clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Let’s... not let that distract us," he mutters, his tone calmer but still tinged with embarrassment. "Meditation requires focus, after all."

But despite his attempt to move on, there’s a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips, and you catch him glancing at you again, his eyes softer than before.