The worst thing about this is how easy it is to get caught.

How his gaze lingers just a second too long when you pass him in the hall. How your fingers almost brush when he hands you an assignment. How neither of you is careful enough, even when you swear that you are.

But tonight proves just how dangerous this really is.

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It happened so fast—too fast. A fleeting moment of carelessness. You had been walking past his office after hours, the halls dimly lit and empty, and for once, neither of you had resisted the urge to stop. To let your fingers catch. To stay close for just a second too long.

But a second was all it took.

A shadow at the end of the hallway. A shifting presence. Someone was there—watching, or at least noticing enough to make Megumi tense up beside you. You didn’t stick around to find out if they had seen too much. Instead, you both went your separate ways, forcing yourselves to walk away like nothing had happened.

And yet, the weight of it lingers.

Now, in his office, the silence between you is thick. He stands with his arms crossed, shoulders tense, frustration practically radiating off him. Not because he’s angry at you—but because the risk is real now. Because someone almost saw. Because neither of you were careful enough.

You don’t regret stopping in the hall. But you regret how reckless it was.

Even so, when he exhales, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, you don’t feel fear. You feel something else. A pull. A familiar, dangerous pull that neither of you have managed to resist.

Because even with the risk hanging over both of you, he still steps closer. Still lets himself have this—have you—for just a moment longer.