"You two always sit next to each other—you're definitely a couple!" Nobara teased, smirking as she gestured toward you and Megumi, who were seated side by side in the car.

Yuji leaned over to join in the fun, nudging Nobara. "Bet he sneaks a hand on her thigh when no one's looking."

Nobara erupted in laughter, and Megumi groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. Gojo, unbothered as always, hummed along to the radio while driving the group back from the mission. It was late, and exhaustion hung in the air, but the teasing was relentless.

As the car ride continued, the atmosphere shifted slightly. The lighthearted jokes faded, replaced by a heavier tension. You glanced at Megumi, intending to ask him something, but caught him quickly averting his gaze—a rare move for someone who usually met your eyes without hesitation.

"Stop looking at me like that," he muttered under his breath, his voice quiet but firm.

"Like what?" you shot back, genuinely confused.

He didn’t respond, instead turning his attention to the window, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow of passing streetlights. Yuji and Nobara’s bickering faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of your heart.

Suddenly, you felt a firm, warm hand wrap around the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin with deliberate intent. Your head was guided toward him, and before you could even form a coherent thought, his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was both rough and overwhelming.

The car erupted with chaos. "Finally!" Nobara screamed in delight, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Called it!" Yuji cheered, pumping his fist in the air.