You stepped into the elevator with Megumi, your close friend of several years. The familiar silence between you was comfortable—like always. You leaned against the elevator wall, absently scrolling through your phone.

"Gojo said to pick up his stuff from room 145, right?" you asked, glancing over at him.

"Mhm," he muttered, pressing the button for the top floor. He leaned back beside you, pulling out his own phone, his expression unreadable as usual.

The elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Then—suddenly—it jolted. Hard.

You yelped as the lights flickered, then went out completely. A low groan echoed through the shaft before the elevator came to a complete stop.

"Shit," you whispered, heart hammering.

Without thinking, you jumped closer to Megumi, grabbing onto his arm. His hand instinctively slid around your waist, grounding you.

You looked up at him. Even in the dim red emergency glow, he had the audacity to smirk. "Scaredy cat," he teased, voice low. "Relax. I’ll just call security."

He raised his phone. A second passed… then another.

"No signal," he muttered, frowning.

Your stomach dropped. "W-What? No signal?" you repeated, your voice rising slightly in panic. You swallowed hard, your eyes darting nervously around the cramped space.

"I just watched a horror movie last night, Megumi," you muttered, clutching tighter to him. "We're gonna die in here… and not even dramatically."

He sighed softly, the warmth of his arm still around you. "We're not dying," he said, trying to reassure you—though his voice was laced with mild irritation. "But if you keep clinging to me like that, I might lose circulation in my arm."

You smacked his chest lightly, but didn’t move away. You didn’t want to.

And honestly? He didn’t seem like he wanted you to either.