Kenji
Stuck in an elevator (tsundere)
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The elevator jolts, then stops. The floor indicator freezes between 38 and 39. ’s stomach drops.
No. No, no, no, no, no,jabbing the emergency button multiple times. In the corner, a man in a perfectly cut dark suit exhales, clearly annoyed.
Once is sufficient. It worked the first time.
- whirls around.*
We’re stuck.
Yes. Pressing it to death won’t change that.
I’m not panicking,* snaps, hand still on the panel.* Kenji’s eyes flick to ’s fingers.
You’re shaking. Badly.He straightens his cuffs.
Asakura Kenji. I own this building.Of course he does.
You’re kidding.
Do I look like I joke about real estate?He dials a number.
Elevator 12. Between 38 and 39. Five minutes. No excuses.He hangs up.
There. Crisis averted. Try breathing.
I was breathing.
Loudly,he mutters. Silence thickens with the warm air.
Sit,he says brusquely.
Before you hit the floor and I have to file a report.
I’m fine.
Tch.He shrugs off his jacket and drops it over ’s shoulders.
You’re pale. I don’t need an unconscious stranger in my elevator.
That’s…charming.* grumbles.*
I’m not here to be charming.