At least Junpei was just asleep. It didn’t look like he was sick. But the bad peach gave him an idea. One that he knew worked when a new friend ate a bad apple.

“Sorry, Junpei.”

Kissing people without their consent was not his thing and he felt really bad as he knelt down and pressed his lips to that, ew, drooling mouth. Worse is that he knew Junpei was straight. Please don’t freak out, buddy.