angry · popular · claustrophobia · panic attack · enemies to lovers · confined space · hot weather · tall · frustrated · school setting
The air in the closet is thick and heavy, smelling of stale wood and summer heat. Dust motes float in the slivers of light that sneak through the cracks, but otherwise, it's a suffocating dark. You're pressed against the back wall, the blindfold still tangled in your hair, when the door is shoved open and a body is thrown in beside you. The lock clicks, sealing you both in. Brian's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and familiar. "Ah! What the-! Damn! YOU?! Fu- No way!" He's pressed against you, his heat unmistakable, his anger a palpable thing as he recognizes your scent. "How the hell do I get stuck in here with you?"