Jun stared at the pink-haired haired girl wedged next to him. All it had taken to be stuck in this mortifying, literal broom closet was Kiara’s grinning plea for him to reach something witchy up on a higher shelf. Shoving into the closet next to him to micromanage his every move (”Don’t knock that cauldron over--oh, careful of that potion, it’s still brewing!”), she had accidentally nudged the door shut, leaving it unlocked but shut and darker in the enclosed space, with the two of them in such close proximity that Jun could feel Kiara’s breath on his arm.
Without thinking, he stammered, “I can’t believe I’m stuck in here with you,” and then promptly wanted to sew his mouth shut.