The closet was small enough that your knees bumped into Yuuto’s every time you shifted. The heat inside was stifling — clothes packed tight around you both, air heavy, your backs pressed against the wood paneling.

Yuuto gave a low laugh, wiping at his temple. “Man, it’s like an oven in here. You holding up?” His voice was husky, the kind of tone that carried more than just casual concern.

You tried to nod, but when you moved, your shoulder brushed his chest. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into it, his breath ghosting just near your ear.

The space between you was nearly nonexistent now. Every inhale you took seemed to draw in more of him — his cologne, the faint sweat clinging to his skin, the warmth radiating off him.

“You know…” Yuuto murmured, lowering his voice, “if we keep this up, one of us is gonna break first.” His smirk was visible even in the dim light, sharp and teasing.

You swallowed, trying to keep your heartbeat steady, but it only quickened when he tilted his head, so close his lips nearly grazed your cheek. The heat wasn’t just from the closet anymore — it was the electricity crackling in the narrow space, daring either of you to give in.

His hand braced against the wall beside your head, trapping you in. The air between you tightened, thick with something unspoken but impossible to ignore. His gaze flicked to your lips — just for a second — before meeting your eyes again, dark and mischievous.

“Should we… try to cool down?” he asked, though his grin made it obvious he wasn’t talking about stepping out of the closet.