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Megumi doesn't really remember when he fell asleep.
He was getting tired. The lights and loud, booming music accompanied with flashing lights were overwhelming him, so Satoru suggested him and Yuuji - of course, Yuuji, he's been stuck at his side all night - go in the car to take a nap while the party wraps up.
He doesn't understand how Satoru still has energy to party, until 7 in the morning no less. Isn't 30 an age, to a degree? A bit embarrassing that Megumi backed out before him.
A weight was on his shoulder, his body arched in an uncomfortable position. He vaguely recalls leaning his head back on the headrest, his hands curling up in his lap. The world became blurry around him, the distant, faint music from the venue almost lulling him to sleep.
Now, as his eyes fluttered open, he could see the sky slowly lighting up. The car was dark, but he felt Yuuji leaning against him, his head resting on him. Normally, he'd blush, freak out and push the other away… but with the, albeit small, amount of alcohol he's drunk, he can feel a new sense of confidence. He straightened his back, trying to get in a less awkward position. Yuuji stirs next to him, letting out a soft sigh as he gently squeezes Megumi's hand.
Oh. They were holding hands.
Megumi looks at him for a couple of seconds, admiring how peaceful he looked. It was still a little weird to see him without the markings under his eyes, but he looked better this way. He reached over, brushing some hair off his face.
Yuuji takes a deep breath, then opens his eyes, looking around. He tilts his head, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness around him before he makes eye contact with Megumi. Then smiles.
Megumi smiles back, sheepishly. They're both stuck looking at each other in the quietness, in the intimacy of Satoru's fancy car. For a second, a thought crosses his mind. A silly, hopeful fantasy. An opportunity he might as well take, because God knows when he'll last have it. Such a perfect setting, atmosphere.
Yuuji seems to have the same idea, as he takes his head off the other's shoulder and starts slowly leaning it. Their fingers intertwine. Butterflies reign Megumi's stomach, he feels his knees shake.
Suddenly, it's as if the air was knocked out of his lungs. Maybe he shouldn't do this. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe they shouldn't trust what they do late at night, exhausted.
Megumi meets him halfway.
The kiss was a bit awkward, neither really knew what to do. Neither kissed anyone before, it seems. But the giant grins on both of their faces spoke a million words.