“Make some fucking space, will you??” you exclaimed in the midst of your distress. You’d been trapped in the janitor’s closet of your College with Dokja, the shut in reader guy everyone labelled as the weird guy

“I’m sorry! It’s not my fault we ended up here!” he answered nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. It was damn tight in here and hell, was it dark. The only light source was a small window above you guyses heads.

“What are we gonna do…?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting to piss you off any more…