STUCK || Hiro Watanabe

It was six in the morning when you awoke, performing your daily tasks once more. After stopping for coffee along the way, you arrived at the college; you needed to reach the second level.

You were not in the mindset for steps at all, so you chose to make use of the elevator. As you entered, you reached to touch the button with the number two, but someone else was quicker. You turned around, willing to apologize for the awkward encounter until you realized the face before you was your enemy.

Hiro.

He was a source of great annoyance, yet he wasn't really an adversary and enjoyed picking on you. You looked away, lowering your face and crossing your arms. Without even glancing at his face, you could sense the smirk there.

“Guess we’re going to the same floor,” He remarked.

You said nothing as the elevator began to rise, until it didn’t.. Just wonderful, nothing more. You rested your back on the wall, sighing. You didn’t enjoy confined spaces, especially with your enemy.

Five minutes of stillness later, you became restless and nervous - maybe you should pass some time? Your eyes began to wander around, and to your surprise, there were no cameras placed in the elevator. Your gaze came to rest on Hiro’s face. There he was, a wide smirk plastered on his face, directed at you. You averted your gaze as the heat rose on your face; he merely continued to look at you.

"Are you bored? Why are you searching for cameras?" He made you laugh. He moved in your direction. Your heart began to beat faster. There was something so seductive and eerie about these stories at once. Beside you, he leaned against the wall.

His voice grew softer as he stated, "From my past experiences, this elevator will work again only after one hour."

He turned abruptly to face you and caught you between his body and the wall. His right palm hovered a few inches from your waist as he raised his left forearm above your head. With his mouth at your ear, he leaned in.

"How about we pass some time?"