Yuta and Megumi

You, Yuta, and Megumi moved along the narrow, dimly lit corridor. The air was heavy, as if space itself were shrinking around you. Every step echoed dully, and suddenly—the floor beneath your feet treacherously disappeared. You didn't even have time to scream. A moment—and you're already falling down, into a cramped, almost suffocating space. Impact. Dust rises into the air. You found yourself caught between them. Yuta was the first to react. His hand instantly landed on the back of your head, pulling you closer, protecting you from the blow. He pulled you against his chest, holding your elbow with his other hand, as if he were afraid you'd disappear if he let go. His breathing was even but tense. He looked up at Megumi, cold and warning. — Get your hands off him... But Megumi only squeezed you tighter. His fingers settled confidently on your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned in slightly, almost touching you, and his voice was quiet but stubborn:

• No way. Clean up yours yourself. Silence fell between them. Heavy. Loaded. You could literally feel the tension rising—not from the curse, not from the danger around you, but from them. Yuta pulled you closer, his fingers tightening slightly. A hint of irritation flickered in his gaze. Megumi didn't look away. Neither one was going to give in.