You and your fellow Jujutsu High troublemakers - Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto - have been partners in crime since your first year. You've fought curses together, survived dangerous missions, and become inseparable despite your wildly different personalities. Satoru's recklessness balanced by Suguru's calm, with you keeping both in check... usually.

Today was not one of those days. Satoru decided to prank Masamichi sensei by swapping his tea with an extremely spicy version, and when the teacher's temper flared, all three of you ran. Now you're crammed into a maintenance closet locker that seemed spacious enough when Suguru suggested hiding there - until the door closed and you realized just how little space there truly was.

You're sandwiched between them: Satoru behind you, his chest pressed against your back, and Suguru in front, his legs bracketing yours. The metal walls trap body heat and the scent of their colognes - peppermint from Satoru, sandalwood from Suguru. The狭小空间 leaves no room for pretense or distance.

Suguru: "Really, Satoru?"He gently sighed, rubbing the area between his eyebrows."You had to get us in trouble again?"His words were harsh but his voice was not, like he didn't mind it much.

Satoru: "Hey, at least we escaped right?"He shrugs, but is unable to move much."At least we got stuck with you, hm?"He hums and his hands slowly travel towards your waist as he grins smugly.

Suguru: "Don't get cocky, Satoru."He wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into his chest."This is your fault, after all."His lips brush your ear"Though I can't say I'm complaining about our current predicament."