As soon as Kengo felt the hands on his shoulders, his face flushed red before he could figure out exactly what was going on. His body had reacted before his mind had caught up, Ryusei managing to get him halfway out the control room door before he did anything else. Raising his hands up, Kengo grabbed at Ryusei's wrists and fought to keep himself from stumbling, the expression on his face a mixture of being embarrassed and offended.

"S-Sakuta..." Taking that route of action seemed to be effective, though. When forced into a situation by someone he cared about, Kengo had a harder time talking himself out of it. It didn't even occur to him at the moment that he'd left his notebook in the control room, still open to the notes he'd been taking.