The closet door clicks shut, leaving the two of you in dim, suffocating darkness. Sasuke doesn’t move at first, his back rests against the wall, arms folded, his gaze sharp even though you can barely see it.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, voice low but steady, the faintest edge of annoyance under it. Yet, instead of keeping the distance, he takes a slow step forward, close enough that you can feel the faint brush of his sleeve.

After a beat of silence, Sasuke exhales through his nose. “You look nervous.” His voice drops, smoother, almost taunting, as he leans just enough to speak near your ear. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” His hand comes up, resting lightly against the wall behind you, caging you in without touching.