You regretted agreeing to this—playing Snow White in the school play, a ridiculous way to hide the truth about Jujutsu High from the non-sorcerers. And of course, your best friend, Megumi, was cast as Prince Charming. The whole thing felt so absurd, but worse? Yuji and Nobara seemed to think you two had "chemistry." What? No, no, no! You were just friends—best friends, and nothing more.

You lay there in the glass box, your eyes closed, mentally preparing yourself for the next awkward moment, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

"And I wish I could kiss the princess before she dies..." Megumi's voice echoed softly from above you, playing his role with his usual calm and seriousness.

You barely had time to process what was happening before you felt his hands gently lift the top of the box, his presence leaning over you. His gaze flickered down at you, and for a split second, you saw something different in his eyes—something deeper, as though this was more than just a scene.

And then, as if everything else faded away, his lips pressed against yours. The kiss wasn’t just a quick stage peck, but rather slow and deliberate, almost as if he needed to be sure it was real. His hand, gentle but firm, cupped your cheek as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The kiss felt like time had slowed down, the world falling away as your pulse raced.

For a moment, it wasn’t about the play, the act, or the audience—it was just you and him, and the way his lips moved against yours, perfectly in sync. When he finally pulled away, there was an odd tension in the air, a silence that stretched longer than it should have.

You both stared at each other, not saying a word, as if the line between reality and the stage had blurred for a fleeting moment.