Can I get, uhhhhh, shunk stuck in elevator 👉😎👉
“Lance told me about this,” says Hunk, the first to break the silence. “He got stuck in here with Keith.”
Shiro squints at the faint sliver of light coming from between the elevator doors, and stamps down the panic. It’s an elevator, not a prison cell. This is temporary. He’s safe.
“I’m sure that went well,” he manages.
“Well, they did get out.”
“Reassuring. Do you know how?”
“Uh.” Hunk pauses. “I think there’s a maintenance hatch on the ceiling?”
Shiro feels better already. He reaches up, feeling with the tips of his real fingers for something–there, a line set into the metal. He follows it, stepping forward.
And collides with Hunk, who was doing the same.
“Sorry!” they both stutter at each other, and then laugh. The last of the panic dissipates.
“Okay, I got this.” Hunk puts a hand on Shiro’s shoulder so they don’t collide again. Moments later, something clicks, and a panel in the ceiling slides open. The elevator is flooded with light, and now Shiro can see Hunk is… close.
They meet eyes for a long moment, and Shiro feels his face rapidly heating up as he’s strangled by a new kind of panic.
“Ah…” He looks up in an effort to diffuse the tension–Hunk’s hand is still on his shoulder–and notices a problem. “I… don’t think I’m gonna fit through there.”
There’s a shuffle as Hunk looks up too, and then he chuckles.
“Yeah, no, I’m not fitting through there either.”
Okay. Trapped in an elevator with Hunk. Who is still mere inches away. Stay calm, Shiro.
He looks down and meets Hunk’s eyes again. Big mistake, they’re warm and brown and focused on him still. And so close.
“D-does anyone know we’re in here?” he stutters, clutching at the last dregs of his composure.
“I dunno.” To his utter horror–and delight?–Hunk grins. “Guess it’s just us for a while.”
He’s fucked. He’s so fucked.
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