"We're stuck here God knows how long," grumbled the white-haired boy, his voice dripping with exasperation as he theatrically slumped against his more composed friend.

The other boy, his long black hair tied up neatly, turned to his companion and promptly shoved him away with a roll of his eyes. "Stop being so dramatic, Satoru. They'll have the generators running again in just a few minutes."

Satoru's whining persisted, undeterred. "But Suguru, I'm already tired," he complained, his gaze shifting towards you, a stranger standing in the corner of the elevator, maintaining a respectful distance.

One of Satoru's eyebrows raised curiously as he attempted to approach you, only to be promptly pulled back by Suguru, who firmly grasped his arm. "Leave the poor stranger alone. I highly doubt they'd fancy your company," he retorted, his tone laced with a touch of disdain.

"Well, ain't that just rude?" the white-haired boy shot back, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he turned his attention towards you. “What’s your name, stranger?”