"Hey, has anyone seen they?"

"I don't know, maybe they've already gone home?"

Voices were heard from the corridor. You were trapped in a cramped locker between Ajax and Scaramouche. Because of the dark space and tension, it became hot, and the heartbeat increased a little from nervousness.

Ajax tried not to laugh at the whole situation, and Scaramouche swore at him as quietly as he could.

Suddenly you felt someone's hand weightlessly sliding down you thigh.