random.org chose bear hug and then chose romantic hug because Georgia rigged the system, so mun went ahead and chose SOMETHING SCARED ME hug
Kamil was usually too busy to see both of his friends–and while he would not admit it, tended to err on the side of spending his time with Ash–so when their schedules happened to align just right and the three could hang out together, Kamil was pretty thrilled, honestly.
This of course meant, mother nature would have to ruin it all. Murphey’s law, maybe? Or, perhaps, it was more they had all been too dumb to check the forecast before heading out… either way, the trio got caught out in the heavy rain and as the sky rolled with thunder somehow they all head into Kamil’s–that is to say Raguna’s–place to hide from the storm. Perhaps because Kamil was worried the sudden guests would be a bother to Kamil, he’d retreated to his room with them: a bright, cheery place full of flowers and simple, cute decor in contrast to the dark sky and muddy ground outside
Then, when Kamil had just started to settle in, there was a loud CRACK as the power cut off abruptly and lightning crashed outside and as everything went dark, Kamil panicked, squealing softly in fear as he jumped a mile… and somehow, found himself pressed against Ash.
He didn’t know what had come over him, but here he was: head ducked, fingers gripping tightly to the front of his shirt, and as the lights hummed back to life, he didn’t move. Not immediately. Not as fast as he should have, for someone he was totally just strictly friends with.
As his head lifted and his heart hammered in his chest, his eyes flickered over Ash’s features–hesitating on his lips before locking onto his eyes. That’s when it all seemed to click to him.
He had practically thrown himself into Ash’s arms. His best friend… oh gods, oh gods… and Georgia was there too. She’d seen. This was horrible. He’d mucked it all up. Suddenly, he jerked his hands back, stepping back and shooting an anxious glance towards Georgia.
What was he even supposed to say.
“A-Ash… I’m so, so sorry!” He held up his hands, awkwardly and apologetically, eyes shooting towards Georgia–STOP GRINNING LIKE THAT, GIGI–”I panicked and… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, I mean I–”
At this point, still talking, he was pretty much just sputtering nonsense. Georgia, say something! Anything! Save me!
“I’m pretty gay so I support gay rig-” John was interrupted by Alexander pushing him out of the way, though the taller male soon pushed Alex away in return. “No ranting. Our lovely asker wouldn’t want that. Sorry.”