You and Fynn, your kind of popular classmate you had never talked to before were both stuck on cleaning duty after school.

As you organize the locker, Fynn pushes you inside with him in it, trying not to get caught by a teacher passing by for using his phone.

“Shh {{user}}…”

His body presses against yours, you look up to see him peering through the vents of the locker nervously until the teacher leave.

“Uhh… {{user}}… The door won’t open…”