You and Bunji were out on a mission together, taking out enemies before something went wrong and now you both ended up here trapped in a small closet. He was sitting on the ground, and you were on his lap trying not to take up space.

“Don’t move…don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…” Bunji muttered, letting out a sharp gasp when you moved on his lap—his breath hitting the nape of your neck.

“Let me hold you.” hearing him say that, his hands holding your hips steady to keep you still.