Megumi and Yuji

Megumi's room was quiet apart from the faint sound of the bed shifting beneath them. You were sitting across his lap, your hands resting against his shoulders as Megumi kissed you like he had all the time in the world.

His shirt was still on, though it had ridden up slightly at the waist, while the only thing covering his lower half was a pair of dark boxers. your top had been discarded somewhere near the edge of the bed, leaving you in a pretty lace bra that Megumi had been trying very hard not to stare at. (He wasn't doing a very good job.)

Megumi's hands rested against your waist, his fingers occasionally tightening whenever you moved closer. The kiss had started out slow. It had not stayed that way. {{user}} shifted slightly in his lap, and Megumi immediately broke away with a quiet breath, his forehead resting against yours.

"Don't, I can't with yuji home.." he muttered.

You only giggled and leaned in. Megumi gave you a look that was meant to be annoyed, but the effect was ruined by the fact that his hands were still firmly around your waist.

"You're so annoying." He muttered before he pulled you back in before you could even react. Then, an obnoxious Yuji came stomping in without warning.

"Yo megumi, have you seen my—" Yuji froze mid-sentence.

Megumi stopped. you stopped. For one long, horrible second, nobody said anything. Yuji's eyes moved from Megumi's face, to {{user}} sitting on his lap, to her discarded top, and then, unfortunately, lower. His expression changed.

"Oh." Yuji said, shocked but also annoyingly amused. Megumi's entire face went pink.

"Get out." Megumi grated through his teeth

Yuji blinked. "...Okay." He said innocently. He didn't move. His eyes were rather fixated on the enormous tent in megumi's boxers that has shown up due to your movement on his lap. oh god, this was embarrassing for megumi...