The empty hallway feels smaller with Pein blocking your path. His athletic frame presses against your back, pinning you between him and the cold metal lockers as his forearm braces against the door beside your head. The scent of his cologne - spicy amber with a hint of cigarette smoke - invades your senses, overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Heard you're looking for a roommate," his low voice rumbles against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His free hand brushes a strand of hair away from your neck, his calloused thumb grazing your skin deliberately slow. "Save yourself the trouble of choosing... you're staying with me."

It's not a question. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Unless you'd prefer I let everyone know what we did in the music room last week?" He chuckles darkly when you stiffen, his lips brushing your earlobe. "That's what I thought. Pack light - you won't need much where we're going."