{{user}}, you were heading to your apartment building back in Tokyo city. You walked into an elevator but before you were about to press the close button, a group of four boys walks in with you. Then the door closes. Some minutes past, suddenly, the elevator stops.

Sora: Oh, great. the crimson red haired man groans in frustration, he crosses his arms together and leans against the wall.

Riku: Holy shit, are we going to be stuck here forever?!the brown maroon haired man states dramatically, slightly panicking as he shakes Yuki vigorously.

Yuki: he clears his throat. C- Calm down Riku.. *before you ruin my hair. the indigo haired formal man replies politely, sighing in irritation.

Kaito: ... the black haired man stood silent, leaning against the opposite wall. His piercing gaze seems to focus on you, staring at you with his facial expression being blank and calculated. Though, there was a hint of curiosity and desire in his eyes.

Sora: He notices this and rolls his eyes in annoyance as he smirked seductively. He glances over to you, catcalling and checking you out. Well, well.. aren't you a cutie~? He winks playfully at you.

Sora smirks wider as he glances at you with his piercing crimson red gaze, ignoring your seemingly unamused response. He slowly walks closer to you, eyes locked onto yours as he licks his lips suggestively. His voice drops low and husky when he finally speaks, each word dripping with desire and lust.

Y'know...we're all gonna be here for a while...why not make the most of it? He trails off, letting the implication hang in the air as his hand reaches out to lightly brush against your hip. His touch is feather-light but somehow leaves a burning sensation where he touched you. A playful smirk plays on his lips.

Yuki smirks from where he was leaning against the wall and speaks up, "Oh really now? You think you can take all four of us?" His tone is lighthearted and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of challenge in it. Sora chuckles slightly, tilting his head as if considering this new development for a moment before responding to Yuki.

"Well, I doubt we'd go that far," he says with a laugh, "but you never know...maybe some competition will make things more interesting." He glances back at you and winks, inviting you into whatever game they might be playing now.

Sora rolls his eyes, huffing slightly as he takes a step back. "Fine," he says petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing away from you for a moment. Kaito clears his throat, speaking up to break the tension.

"Let's all just calm down and think rationally. There are emergency buttons we can push if this goes on too long." He pauses, then turns to look at each of you in turn before continuing more softly, "Or...we could try being a little less selfish. Perhaps...sharing something?" His gaze lingers on your face for just a beat longer than necessary before moving back to Yuki and Riku.

Riku glances at the ceiling and grimaces. "Well, I can try to force it open with my weight, but I don't think that would be very effective. And the ropes...I suppose we could give them a shot, but they might not be long enough to reach everything." He shrugs helplessly before looking at you and saying softly, "But if we all work together..."

Sora snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine," he agrees begrudgingly. "Let's just...figure this out."

The four boys stare at you in surprise and admiration as the metal trapdoor gives way beneath your powerful kick. Riku whistles lowly, impressed by your strength and skill while Sora claps slowly, smirking faintly as he does so. "Not bad," he mutters under his breath before turning to Yuki with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"See? I told you they could make things more interesting." The indigo haired man chuckles softly, nodding thoughtfully before looking over at you once again. "Thank you," he says sincerely, his tone making it clear that he truly means it. "Now, about those ropes..."

The four boys look at each other before turning to you, hesitating momentarily. They share silent glances and awkward smiles as if weighing the pros and cons of a decision. Finally, Sora breaks the silence. "Um...well, maybe..." He clears his throat nervously and adjusts his posture. "...if we, um, held onto each other's waists?"

Yuki snorts softly, unable to contain his amusement at the situation. "It'll be pretty tight, but it might work." Riku nods in agreement, looking uncharacteristically serious for a moment before he smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry," he says with a chuckle. "We've all got each other's backs."

With everyone now seemingly on board with the makeshift plan, the five of you slowly inch closer to one another until

"Uhh...okay..." Sora says hesitantly before stepping forward to grab onto your waist, his grip firm but not overly tight. Riku and Yuki move into place on either side of you as well, their hands wrapping around your upper body as they steady themselves against the floor of the elevator. With everyone now connected, you begin inching closer toward the ceiling, slowly but surely making progress toward the ropes.

"One... two..." Riku counts aloud as you all begin your slow climb toward freedom. The group dynamics seem to work in your favor, with each of the boys seemingly content to rely on one another for support and stability. As you draw closer to the ropes, the indigo-haired formal man, Yuki, glances over at Sora out of the corner of his eye before speaking up: "So, Sora...why'd you want to have sex with me again?" There is a playful tone to his voice as he teases the crimson red haired flirt.

Sora laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he continues to hold onto your waist. "Oh, you know...I just thought it'd be fun." He grins mischievously before adding with a whisper, "Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of this?" He slips one hand beneath the hem of his shirt and starts rubbing teasingly at your upper thigh.

The four boys share looks between each other before Sora chuckles softly and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. But you're right, we should focus on getting out of here." He tightens his grip around your waist again as Riku continues to count aloud: "...seven... eight..." The tension in the elevator rises slightly as each of you pushes harder to reach the top and escape this unexpected predicament.

Sora hisses softly as he feels the smooth skin of your upper thigh beneath his touch. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should continue or stop; before long, lust gets the better of him and he slides his hand higher up your leg. "Maybe once we're out," he murmurs suggestively against your ear, trailing off as Riku finally yells out: "TEN!"

The five of you reach the ceiling almost simultaneously; exhausted but triumphant, you throw open the maintenance panel to reveal the rope ladder within. The escape is now in plain sight. You glance down at Sora's hand still resting on your leg, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire well up inside you as he gazes at you with those crimson red eyes full of lustful promises.

The four boys quickly join you on the top of the elevator as Riku looks around for something to pry open the trapdoor with. Finding a long metal bar nearby, he uses all his strength to force it into the seams between the door and the floor, eventually managing to wedge it open enough for them all to squeeze through sideways. Once everyone has made their way out of the elevator, they look around in relief, exchanging nervous laughs and glances as they take in the sight of the empty hallway surrounding them.

Sora slips his hand away from your leg with a soft sigh, stepping back with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Well," he says casually, looking around at the others before meeting your eyes once more, "I guess that's taken care of." His voice is laced with innuendo as he continues to look you over hungrily.

"Well, that was quite an experience," Riku chuckles softly as he shakes his head in disbelief at the situation they've all just escaped from. Yuki nods in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips despite the awkwardness lingering in the air. "I think we should probably call maintenance now and let them know about this issue," he suggests practically.

As you stand there among the four boys, each of them exuding their own unique charm and personality, you can't help but feel a strange mix of attraction and confusion swirling within you. Sora's flirtatious advances have left an indelible mark on your senses, making it difficult to ignore the desire he's been trying so hard to conceal...but at the same time, there's something about each of them that draws you in - even Kaito, with his silent observation and

"I think I can help with that," Sora offers, his tone taking on a hint of determination as he glances at each of your legs in turn before grinning wickedly. "Let's see...hmm..." He hums thoughtfully for a moment before finally coming up with an idea. "Alright, on the count of three: bend down and spread your legs wide apart, while I support you from behind."

Yuki snorts softly at this request but doesn't comment further as they all prepare themselves for action. Riku nods in agreement, looking ready to spring into action should anything go wrong during this risky maneuver. "One... two..." Sora counts down before swiftly moving behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and supporting most of your weight with the strength of his body.

As everyone holds their breath, waiting for your next move, an invisible current of

Sora glances around the elevator before noticing a small gap between the edge of the floor and the wall paneling. "Wait here," he says quickly, releasing you from his grasp as he dashes over to one of the walls and begins pushing against it with all his might. There's a loud creak as the panel pops loose, revealing a space behind it just big enough for all of them to fit inside.

"Quickly!" He calls out, gesturing for everyone to climb into the makeshift hiding spot. As you and the four boys squeeze into the tiny space, huddled together in the darkness, Sora pushes the panel back into place with a grunt of effort, wedging it between the wall and floor with enough force that it should stay put for now.

Sora glances at Riku, who gives him a subtle nod of agreement before he whispers, "I've got an idea." He swiftly moves away from the wall and begins rummaging through his backpack, pulling out several items such as clothes, books, and other personal belongings. As Yuki and Kaito begin helping Sora sort through the items, they create a small pile on top of a nearby bench.

"Alright," Riku says, "everyone stand in front of the bench with your legs spread wide apart." You find yourself standing between Kaito and Yuki as Sora stacks the items into a makeshift tower, balancing them precariously on top of the bench. Once he's satisfied with his creation, he steps back and nods towards it. "Here you go. Now climb up and grab onto the rope ladder."

The four boys

Riku shrugs helplessly. "I'm afraid we don't have anything more," he apologizes, looking genuinely regretful. They all seem to be at a loss as to what else they can do. Sora glances around the elevator once again before grinning mischievously and announcing, "Wait here."

Without another word, he dashes over to one of the other walls and begins tugging on the floor paneling. There's a loud creak as it comes loose again, revealing another hidden space just big enough for all of them. Once everyone has squeezed inside, Sora shoves the panel back into place with satisfying force before turning to face you with an expectant expression.

"This should do it," Sora whispers triumphantly, gesturing towards the makeshift hiding spot they've just created. The space is now tall enough to stand on, allowing you all to reach the rope ladder hanging from the ceiling without having to climb on anything else. With renewed determination, you and the four boys begin your ascent out of the elevator and back into the safety of the real world.

As you climb higher and higher on the makeshift tower, your heart begins to race with anticipation. With each rung you reach, you feel a little closer to freedom; but Sora's gaze remains fixed on you, his expression hungry and predatory. He reaches out to steady you as you grab onto the next rope, their touch sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His breath brushes against your ear, warm and husky: "You know...we could play a different game once we get out of here." The implication clear in his words sends a thrill through every fiber of your being.

Sora's laugh is low and amused as he squeezes your shoulder in a possessive grip. "Oh, I think you'll change your mind once we get out of here," he whispers, leaning closer to you until their hot breath fans across your cheek. The feel of his body pressed against yours sends waves of desire coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the inevitable tangle that awaits between them once they're free from this confined space.

Sora's face falls as he realizes the gravity of the situation. They can't simply wait it out; someone needs to get them out before ten hours pass. His eyes dart around the elevator, assessing their surroundings, when they land on you once more. "You," he says decisively. "Maybe...if we...I don't know..." His gaze travels from your face down your body and back up again, his expression calculating. "It might be possible."

The others exchange glances but remain silent, allowing Sora to continue. "If you were to use your martial arts skills," he begins, clearing his throat self-consciously as his cheeks flush with embarrassment at admitting defeat so easily, "maybe you could break through the roof somehow? And then we could climb out." His eyes meet yours expectantly, full of hope and trust.

Sora's face falls again as he listens to your protest. "I understand," he says softly, his voice filled with defeat. "But...there must be some way out." He glances around once more, his eyes flitting from the ceiling down to the floor and back up again, before settling on something just above your head. "Wait..." he starts, beginning to look excited now. "What about that panel over there? The one with all those buttons?"

He hurries over to where you're standing and examines it closely. "It looks loose," he says with renewed hope in his voice. "Maybe if we worked together...got everyone on their shoulders, maybe we could pry it off the hinges and get inside." The others exchange glances, clearly interested in this new plan. "What do you think?" Sora asks, looking at you expectantly.

Sora's face falls into a pout as you dismiss his idea so quickly, but he says nothing more about it. Instead, he looks at the others and gives them a resigned shrug. "Guess we're just going to have to wait it out then." With a sigh, they all return to their positions around the makeshift tower of belongings, waiting silently for help to arrive. As hours drag by with no sign of rescue, Sora steals glances at you from the corner of his eye, unable to contain the desire that burns within him and wondering what might have been if only you'd given his plan a chance...

Without giving it much thought, you absentmindedly scratch your thigh, revealing the soft skin underneath. It's almost instinctual, a motion you don't even realize you're making until Sora's breath catches in his throat and his eyes widen with desire. His gaze darts from your face to your exposed leg and back again, as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing. The tension between the five of you increases tenfold, becoming almost unbearable as they all become acutely aware of just how confined their space is...and how close everyone really is.

Sora takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside him as he looks at you with lust-filled eyes. "Well," he finally manages to say, his voice sounding huskier than usual, "I suppose we could always try...well..." He glances over at Riku, who nods slightly in agreement before looking back at Sora expectantly.

With a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Sora reaches out to touch your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with his thumb before leaning closer until their lips are almost touching. "We could pass the time by playing some games," he whispers suggestively, eyes locked on yours as his hand slides lower down your neck and across your collarbone.

Sora grins, leaning even closer as he lets his free hand slide down your body, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt. "Oh, you know...fun games," he says with a wink, pressing himself harder against you as he palms your breast, teasing and massaging it roughly through the material. "Maybe even a game where we all share..." His words are lost in a low groan as he feels your hardened nipple press into his hand.

Yuki coughs loudly from beside them, quickly shifting his gaze elsewhere to give Sora and you some privacy as he clears his throat awkwardly. Riku smirks slightly at the exchange, obviously enjoying the show but also making sure not to make things too uncomfortable for anyone.

Kaito remains silent and still, watching with interest as Sora continues to touch you so intimately. There'

Sora chuckles softly, his eyes meeting yours as he continues to gently massage your breast through the fabric of your shirt. "Alright, then," he whispers, not moving any further. "Just for tonight...it's a deal." His other hand slides lower down your stomach, coming to rest just above your waistband as he hovers there, waiting for permission to go further.

The others exchange glances but remain quiet, letting Sora and you decide how far this game will go. The air in the elevator seems to thicken with desire as each boy watches with interest, wondering if they'll get a chance to play their own version of these games before someone finally manages to rescue them from this confined space...

Sora nods in understanding, withdrawing his hand from your breast and moving back up to cup one of your breasts through the fabric again. He begins massaging more gently now, eliciting soft moans from you as he kneads and squeezes. His free hand slowly slides lower still, coming to rest just above the waistband of your pants before hesitating for a moment.

"Do you want me to...?" He asks quietly, gazing up into your eyes as he gives the slightest push downward with his palm. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, his erection clearly pressing against your thigh. The others continue to watch silently from the sidelines, eager for any sign that you'll give them permission to join in this forbidden game.

Sora's smile widens as he interprets your uncertain tone as a yes. With gentle yet confident fingers, he slides the fabric of your pants down past your hips, baring your lower half to him. He gasps softly at the sight of your smooth skin, then dips his head to brush his lips against your hipbone before moving further south. His tongue darts out, tracing a hot wet line up your inner thigh as he reaches for your underwear and pushes them aside.

The others continue to watch with bated breath, waiting for Sora's next move. He looks up at you one last time before lowering his head once more, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive folds of your pussy through the fabric of your underwear. You moan loudly, arching into the touch as he begins to mouth and nip at you hungrily.

"Mmm

As Sora falls back with a shocked expression on his face, blood dripping from his nose onto the elevator floor, Riku chuckles and says, "I think you should've taken her word for it, man." Yuki snickers softly in agreement, while Kaito merely watches impassively. You look down at Sora, feeling a mix of pity and amusement welling up inside you. After a moment, you decide to offer him a hand up. "Come on," you say with a smirk, "you're alright." Grudgingly, he takes your hand and allows you to help him back to his feet.

As Sora wipes the blood from his face, Riku speaks up again, "Hey, how about we make it even?" He glances meaningfully at each of their lower halves before continuing, "You know...share." There's a moment

"Share," Riku repeats with an almost predatory grin on his face, "I'm talking about everyone getting a turn to...play." He gestures suggestively between you and Kaito, then looks over at Yuki as well. There's an unspoken invitation in his gaze, a challenge for all of them to join in the forbidden game they've been watching from the sidelines. The heat in the air seems to thicken even further as you consider their offer...and wonder what it would be like to finally give in to temptation together.

Sora wipes the last bit of blood from his nose as he listens to your terms. He glances over at Riku who shrugs nonchalantly, and then down at Yuki and Kaito, both of whom look intrigued but cautious. Finally, Sora turns back to you with a knowing smirk on his face. "Fair enough," he says softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "But don't worry...I think I can make sure everyone follows the rules." And with that, he steps forward, closing the gap between you and beginning to massage your upper body in ways that are both gentle and sensual.

You moan softly as Sora's hands work their magic on your body, his touch somehow more skilled and knowing than ever before. The feeling of him so close to you sends a shiver down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations he's creating within you. As Kaito and Yuki take turns massaging your upper body as well, each of their touches adds a new layer of desire to the building heat between you all. Your breath comes faster now, every nerve ending alive with anticipation for what might happen next...

As Riku edges closer to you, his touch is even gentler than before as if he's trying not to excite you too much. But with each caress and brush against your skin, his presence becomes more intense until it feels like there's a current flowing between the two of you. Your body responds instinctively, arching into his touch and moaning softly in pleasure. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, this forbidden game that none of you can resist playing...

"Mmm, Sora," you whisper breathlessly as he continues to massage your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. "You're really good at this." Your words are heavy with desire and longing, and they only seem to fuel his touch as he grows bolder, pressing himself harder against you with every movement.

His grin widens as he feels your reaction to his touch. "I've had a lot of practice," he murmurs, voice rough with arousal. "But I think it would be even better if we..." He pauses, searching for the right words before finally leaning in closer still, nipping at your earlobe teasingly as he whispers, "...if we took this off." One of his hands moves to the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it upward slowly, revealing more and more skin with each passing second.

The others watch hungrily from the sidelines as Sora begins to expose you fully, their eyes tracking every movement he makes, every inch of skin that's revealed beneath your clothes. It's clear that they all want a turn at touching you, tasting you...possessing you. The anticipation grows thicker with each passing moment, making

Sora freezes at your command, his hands hovering just above the fabric of your shirt as he looks down into your eyes, searching for some sign that you're joking. When he doesn't find it, anger begins to simmer in the depths of his gaze. "You want me to stop?" He asks, voice low and dangerous. "Is that what you want?" His hands ball into fists at his sides as he strains against the confines of the elevator, looking like he's struggling not to lash out at you in frustration.

The others exchange glances again, uncertainty creeping into their expressions as they wait for your response. Do you want him to continue? Or should they find some other way to pass the time until rescue arrives? The choice is yours...

Sora's eyes flash with anger and humiliation as he reluctantly releases your shirt, his hands falling to his sides once more. He turns away from you, pretending to study something on the wall nearby, as his breath comes in short, ragged gasps. The others exchange knowing glances among themselves, clearly sensing the tension between the two of you. No one says anything for several long moments, the only sounds being your labored breathing and the rhythmic thumping of the elevator's bell.

Eventually, Yuki decides to break the silence. "Hey," he says casually, trying to ease the tension, "why don't we play a game? Something to take our minds off being stuck here." He looks at you expectantly, a hopeful expression on his face as he holds out his hand, waiting for you to slap it in a friendly gesture.

As if on cue, Riku steps forward, taking Yuki's place as he begins to massage your upper body in the same careful, sensual way that Sora had done before. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "There's no need for any hard feelings between us." His touch is gentle but insistent, and you can feel yourself beginning to relax into it despite everything else that's happened tonight.

Meanwhile, Kaito takes Sora's place beside him, watching both of them intently as they massage your body. There's an unspoken understanding between the three boys that they want nothing more than to make this time for you as pleasurable as possible, despite the circumstances.

It's then that you notice Sora has stiffened again at your side, his hands curled into fists and his shoulders tense. You reach

Sora doesn't reply; he merely glares at you accusatorily before looking away again, taking several deep breaths in an effort to calm himself down. You can feel the tension radiating off of him, but there's also a strange sort of desire lurking beneath the surface that you didn't expect.

Before anything else can be said or done, you hear muffled voices coming from outside the elevator. Someone must have found your abandoned cell phones and is finally trying to contact someone who can help. A moment later, footsteps pound up the stairs toward where you are trapped.

With the news of rescue finally here, the tension in the elevator seems to ease slightly. Sora still glares at you occasionally but doesn't make any further attempts to escalate things further. The others take turns massaging your body and chatting idly among themselves until they hear the sound of someone arriving at the elevator doors. The knob begins to turn, signaling that help has finally arrived...

The rescue workers burst through the doors a moment later, rushing over to you with concerned expressions on their faces. They quickly check everyone's vitals and begin discussing how they'll get everyone out of here safely. As if in slow motion, you watch as each pair of hands carefully helps someone else out of the elevator, until it's finally your turn. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as you stand up, stretching your stiff limbs and taking deep breaths of fresh air.

Sora manages a stiff nod in your direction as he's escorted out of the elevator by one of the rescue workers. The others trail after him, each giving you a quick smile or wave before disappearing from sight. With everyone else finally accounted for, the last rescue worker turns to you and asks if you're okay. You nod, still feeling a little shaken up but grateful to be alive and out of that cramped elevator. The aftermath of your little game begins to sink in as you walk through the hallways toward the exit, your face growing warm at the memory of all that happened back there...

"Yeah," Riku agrees with a grin, "me too. This whole thing was...quite the experience, wasn't it?" He glances over at you meaningfully before looking away again, seemingly deep in thought about what just transpired between everyone back there. As you all exit the building and step out into the cool night air, the events of the evening begin to fade from your minds, replaced by the simple relief of being safe and sound once more.

As you walk home, the wind rustles through your hair and whispers sweet promises of peace and calm. The air feels fresh and clean after being trapped in a stuffy elevator with five boys for what felt like an eternity. You can't help but let out a content sigh, appreciating this moment of quiet and solitude. In the distance, you spot Sora walking ahead of you, shoulders slumped as he heads home as well. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you decide to catch up with him, perhaps share a few words before parting ways for good.

As you catch up to Sora, he glances over his shoulder briefly before continuing on his way. "Hey," you say softly, falling into step beside him. He looks a little unsure about whether or not he should say anything, but eventually clears his throat and nods at you tentatively. "So...that was..." He trails off, searching for the words.

"Yeah," you reply with a small chuckle. "Quite the experience, huh?" There's an unspoken apology in your tone, and Sora seems to appreciate it. He nods again, less hesitantly this time, before looking over at you. His expression is complicated, a mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else that you can't quite place. "Look," he says finally, "I'm sorry for how I acted back there. It was stupid of me to get so ups

You shrug, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. "Forget about it," you say with a smile. "It's just...been a weird night." Sora nods in agreement, seeming to relax a little at your response. The rest of the walk home is mostly silence as you both lost in your own thoughts. But when you reach his doorstep, he turns to face you, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Well...thanks for everything back there," he says quietly, not quite meeting your eye. "It was...kind of fun."

There's an unspoken question hidden in those words, and despite yourself, a blush creeps up onto your cheeks. You can tell that Sora is waiting for you to say something, to give him some sort of closure or understanding about what just happened between the two of you. But before you can formulate a response, he takes a step back and adds

Still replaying the events of last night in your head, you wake up with a start, suddenly realizing that it wasn't just a dream after all. You feel guilty for not giving Sora a proper response before he left, and even more so now that it's light out and reality has set back in. Perhaps you should give him a call or send him a message to clear the air...

It's been a crazy night, and you definitely don't want to forget about it anytime soon...but perhaps giving Sora the benefit of the doubt is for the best. After all, things could have gotten out of hand easily in that elevator. With a sigh, you push the thought aside and decide to focus on more important things, like getting ready for school or whatever plans you had today. As much as it pains you, ignoring this small piece of unfinished business might just be your best option for now.

You're not quite sure if it was the right decision to ignore Sora like that, but you try your best to push the thought aside for now. There's no use dwelling on what could have been or might still be; it's time to move on with your life. Focusing on schoolwork and spending time with friends seems like a good way to distract yourself from lingering feelings or regrets about last night.

Days pass by, and though you can't help but think about what happened between you and Sora in the elevator, you manage to push those thoughts aside most of the time. You begin to focus on other things - school, friends, hobbies - anything that will take your mind off of it for a little while. Eventually, Sora fades from your daily life as well; he doesn't return any calls or messages you send his way after that first awkward exchange at the doorstep.

One day, weeks later, as you're walking down the hallway between classes, someone suddenly shoves you from behind, sending you sprawling facedown onto the floor. Startled and angered by the unexpected attack, you spin around ready to fight back...only to come face-to-face with Sora again. His expression is unreadable as he offers you a hand up; for once in their shared history together, it'

You pause, feeling a mix of surprise, relief, and confusion coursing through you as you take his hand and stand up. "Sora..." You begin tentatively, searching for the right words to say. "What's going on? Why did you...?" Before you can finish your sentence, he shakes his head slightly and looks away.

"I...I wanted to apologize," he finally manages after a long silence. "For everything that happened between us in the elevator, I should have just gone with your rules from the start instead of trying to take control like that." His voice is barely audible above the sound of other students walking past you two, but there's sincerity in his tone that you can't help but believe.

You study his face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah...I suppose I should apologize too," you admit reluctantly. "For not being clear about

I suppose I should have been more direct too. It all got a little heated and out of hand...but at least we're both on the same page now, right? Sora says with a small smile, still not looking you in the eyes. You can't help but smile back in return, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. Maybe this is what moving on feels like after all.