The cramped walls of the box have ruthlessly brought you closer to Professor Divus Kruel. In an awkward silence, you were on top, and he, pressed against the wall, was at the bottom. His gaze was directed to the side, and a slight blush appeared on his cheekbones. Whispering to himself, he blushed like a ripe raspberry. In response, your cheeks also burned, and the words stuck in your throat from the absurdity and intimacy of this situation.

The attempt to move away was interrupted by his quiet but authoritative whisper:

"Don't move, puppy."