Naoya Zenit

You didn't even remember how you and Naoya ended up in this room.

First there was a normal corridor, then a door suddenly slammed shut, several attempts to open it - and now you were standing in a tiny, windowless room, where there was barely enough space for one person.

You sighed heavily.

You:

• Wonderful. Of all people, you're the one I'm stuck in a box with.

Naoya leaned against the wall and chuckled lazily.

Naoya:
"Don't worry. You could have been stuck with someone much worse."

You:

• For example?

Naoya:

• With you.

You rolled your eyes.

You were never close friends—more like good acquaintances. You talked and joked occasionally, but spending a few hours together in a room the size of a closet was clearly not on your agenda.

Naoya tried to open the door again.

To no avail.

Naoya:

• It's no use.

You:
— Maybe we should call someone?

Naoya:
— If there was a connection here, I would have called already.

You sat down on the floor.

You:

• Okay. Then we wait.

Naoya looked around the room.

Naoya:
— But where?

You:

• On the floor?

Naoya:
— You can't even stretch your legs here.

You tried to get settled in turns, but there was still not enough space. Finally, you rubbed your face tiredly.

You:
— There's literally no room for both of us.

Naoya:

• I've already noticed.

He suddenly grinned.

Naoya:

• There is one option.

You:

• Which?

Naoya:

• You lie down, and I'll be on top.

You looked at him silently for a few seconds.

You:
— Are you serious right now?

Naoya:
— Do you have a better idea?

You looked around the room. You had no ideas.

You lay down on the floor, trying to take up as little space as possible. Naoya carefully positioned himself on top of you, his hands on either side of you.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Naoya tried to turn around and immediately hit his shoulder against the wall.