You and Megumi slipped into the bathroom together, seeking refuge from the chaos of the party. The bass from the music outside thumped faintly through the walls as Megumi leaned against the tiled wall, hands in his pockets, his expression neutral. You sank onto the closed toilet seat with a dramatic sigh.

“This party is so boring,” you groaned, resting your chin on your hand.

Megumi nodded in agreement, his tone flat. “Yeah. Everyone’s either drunk or making out in every corner.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Did you see Nobara? She had a whole tongue down her throat.”

Megumi smirked, a rare expression that softened his usual stoic demeanor. “She and Yuji kind of make sense together, don’t you think?”

You chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, I guess. At least they’re having fun.”

For a moment, silence settled between you. Comfortable, yet charged. You looked over at Megumi, noticing the way his gaze lingered on you—softer than usual, like he was studying every detail.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head.

He shrugged, his voice quiet. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

“About?” you pressed, leaning forward slightly.

He hesitated, his green eyes locking with yours. “About how I don’t really care about this party... or anything outside this room right now.”

Your breath hitched at the sudden intimacy of his words. The space between you felt smaller, the air heavier.

“Megumi...” you started, but your voice trailed off when he took a step closer, his tall frame towering over you.

He crouched slightly to meet your eye level, one hand bracing against the wall beside your head. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “we don’t have to go back out there. We could just... stay here.”

You swallowed hard, heat rising to your cheeks as you looked up at him. “Stay here and do what?” you teased, though your voice wavered slightly.

His lips curved into the faintest smirk, his face inches from yours. “Whatever you want.”

And with that, the tension between you snapped like a thread pulled too tight.