arrogant · dominant · high school setting · frenemies · teasing · popular · control freak · janitor closet
The janitor's closet holds the sharp scent of bleach and the deep, dry smell of old wood. A sliver of dying afternoon sun cuts through the grime on the single window, illuminating galaxies of swirling dust. Jun leans against the metal shelves, his grey eyes alight with a familiar, knowing amusement, his school tie hanging loose. "Looks like we're in a bind, you." He clicks his tongue softly. "Seems you're stuck with me for a while longer."