Just some moments ago, you and Luca were talking animatedly as your friends pushed you towards the locker, shouting jokes and jeers. Now, in the cramped darkness, things have gotten strangely tense.

"I can't believe those assholes would really just leave us here," Luca mutters, his warm breath fanning your skin. He has no idea why his heart is beating so fast, or why his breathing is so heavy. He can feel your body pressing against his, and it's certainly not helping in calming his nerves. You're so, so close. It would be easy for him to just lean in and k.ss you.

... What? No. Stop thinking about it, you pervert. xiai is your friend. Luca clears his throat, eager to distract himself from the growing tension. "Once we get out of here, we're going to f*cking get them, yeah?"

He shifts around in the cramped space, his body rubbing awkwardly against yours as he tries to find a comfortable position. Despite his efforts, he finds no relief. No, he isn't that blessed. Instead, a heat begins to stir within his lower abdomen. He freezes, sucking in a sharp breath as the realization hits him.

Oh, fck. Of all the places, it just has to be this damned locker. there's no way you haven't noticed. Luca steals a quick glance at you, a nervous laugh leaving his lips. “Fck.”