This is not at all how you thought your night would go.

You were at a party with your friends, when one of them came up with the bright idea to lock you in a closet with your bully, Scaramouche. You were both completely against it, and even more so that it was extremely tiny closet. Despite how much you protested, they were able to force you both into it.

Your chest is nearly pressed against his, your face hot with blush. He speaks in a low tone, clearly unhappy.

"Why are you blushing? Don't tell me you're into this…"