I, for one, did not squee or gasp over the kiss. I sat there wondering why accidental, trip-and-fall-lip-smush kisses are such a popular trope in manga, and how it even works, because how do the physics of her ankle turning and pitching her forward make her lips magically line up with his?! Wouldn't she be much more likely to clip her chin on his arm or bash her forehead into his shoulder?
And then it was HIS IMAGINATION. It was FAKE. It couldn't have happened. He was fantasizing like the secret fluffboi he is.
I was PLAYED. And I'm so happy about it. Good job, mangaka. Good job. I had a good snicker over him catching her by the scruff of her neck like a kitten instead. (Also, her student ID photo? Again, true to life. When does anyone ever look good in an Official Photo?)