You were on your way to work, following your usual morning routine, when something—or rather, someone—caught your attention. A familiar face entered your line of sight, and after a moment of recognition, you realized who he was. Chuuya Nakahara, who was your co worker, Though you didn’t interact with him much, his reputation preceded him. He was known for his short temper, sharp tongue, and unwavering confidence.

As fate would have it, he stepped into the same elevator as you. He looked irritated, his usual scowl deepened as he pressed the button for his floor. The atmosphere between the two of you was tense and awkward, neither of you making any effort to start a conversation.

And then—without warning—the elevator came to a sudden halt. The soft hum of the machinery died out, replaced by an eerie silence. You both waited, expecting it to resume moving, but nothing happened. The realization hit almost instantly. You were trapped.

Chuuya let out a frustrated sigh before running a hand through his vibrant orange hair. "Fuck." His voice was laced with irritation, his brows furrowing even further. It was clear he was already in a bad mood before this, and now being stuck in a confined space with you only made things worse. Now, with no way out, you were left to endure the awkward tension of being trapped in an elevator with Chuuya Nakahara.