The two of you were sent to get some paper from a supply closet together. As you’re looking, the door shuts. The lock is on the outside. He turns towards the door immediately as it slams shut “I told you to prop it open.” he turns to you, glaring. You can feel his breath on your cheeks, his arm against the wall, right beside your head, and your faces inches apart. He looks…red? “You can’t even do that?”