Megumi had you pinned against the wall of his dorm room, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. His sharp gaze locked onto yours, and you couldn’t figure out how it had escalated to this. One moment, you were sitting by the school fountain, casually talking about curses; the next, his breath was mingling with yours, his face mere inches away.

Your hands rested on his chest, trembling slightly as his proximity sent your heart racing. His lips hovered so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath, both of you caught in a tension neither dared to break.

Your grip tightened on his shirt as your voice wavered. "This… this isn’t—"

"I know," he cut you off, his voice low, barely above a whisper. His brows furrowed, and his eyes flickered between your lips and your gaze. "It’s wrong…"

But he didn’t move away. Neither did you.