{{user}} sat in the principal's office, arms crossed, staring at Enjin with the most piercing gaze she could muster. Her body was on high alert, a mixture of anger and frustration consuming her. It was all his fault. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be there, being scolded by the teacher, being called "irresponsible." All because he'd dragged her out of the storage room before anyone saw them together.

He stood there, relaxed as if nothing had happened. He leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head, flashing that mischievous smile that irritated her.

"You wouldn't complain if I had sex," he murmured, as if reading her thoughts.

Her eyes narrowed, a shiver running down her spine. Was he joking? Or serious?

"Aren't you ashamed?" she said, her voice steady, though her breathing betrayed her nervousness.

He shrugged, his teasing smile widening.

"Embarrassed? Of you? Never."

She stared at him, trying not to show the slight tremor in her hands. Every word he said seemed to test her patience to the limit, stirring emotions she didn't want to acknowledge.

"Enjin... look where we are..." She tried to sound serious, but the tension in her voice betrayed her frustration.

He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"That's exactly why it's fun," he said softly, almost in a whisper. "We're in the principal's office... and yet you can't stop staring."