Megumi presses you against the wall of his dorm room, the air between you thick with tension, one of those moments where the lines of friendship blur into something more dangerous, something more intoxicating. His hands are on the buttons of your shirt, trembling slightly, his breathing uneven.

"Stop," you stammer, catching his wrists, though your grip was weak. "Megumi, we can't—"

"We can," he rasps, his voice law and almost desperate, hos dark eyes locking onto yours. He's so close, the warmth of him seeping into you, making it impossible to think clearly.

"Listen, I—" your words falter as his hands slide up to your cheeks, and before you can protest further, his lips crash onto yours, It's not gentle—it's hungry, urgent, like he's afraid you'll slip away if he doesn't hold on.

Your resolve crumbled, and you kiss him back, gripping his shoulders for balance as the world around you fades. His lips leave yours for a fraction of a second, your breaths mingling. "Megumi," you whisper, but he doesn't give you a chance to finish. His mouth finds yours again, more insistent this time, pulling you deeper into something you can't resist.