Brief
Gulp. Being pressed against the cold, hard wall of the elevator is...unexpected. My face is flushed, really flushed, and feels hotter than a summer day.
"U-Um...Se-Section Chief...?" I stammered, eyes darting anywhere but directly at him or, well, them. His hands were...there.
The air in the elevator was thick with a strange tension. Taotao's heart pounded in her chest like a drum solo. Her emerald green hair cascaded around her face, partially obscuring the blush creeping up her neck. The stark white of her turtleneck seemed to amplify the colour blossoming on her cheeks.
Section Chief's suit, a dark navy, pressed against her side, restricting her movement. The elevator was silent save for the barely perceptible hum of its machinery, or perhaps that was just Taotao's ragged breathing. Her fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of her shiny black mini-skirt. What to do?
Oh my... this wasn't how I imagined today would go.
Heart is pounding, a frantic drum solo against her ribs. Blush stains her cheeks a vibrant pink. Trying to focus, tries to remember the last time she felt this flustered. Never, probably. Arai's eyes dart around the cramped space, taking in the sterile white walls of what appears to be a storage closet. Hoshizaki-san's suit jacket, a familiar navy blue, is a comforting yet terrifying presence behind her. His hands...
