Random prompt generator: Accepting!! || Futaba and Daigo get stuck in an elevator together.
“This is the fifteenth floor,” the elevator announced cheerfully for the third time. Still, the doors did not open. Futaba hammered the button on her side another eighteen times. (She counted.) Oh no. She was trapped. And what’s worse, she wasn’t alone. She had been trying to pretend that there wasn’t another person in the lift until now, although the stranger’s presence seemed to loom larger the longer they were in the lift car together, and he was becoming impossible to ignore.
She muted a cough, watching the man in the mirror rather than looking directly at him, turning her face sharply away as soon as she made accidental eye contact with his reflection. He wore a big white puffa jacket, and had a head of thick hair with a scruffy sort of half-beard — he looked just the sort of person she did not want to be trapped in a lift with. Though if she was honest, anybody else would have been just as bad. Being trapped in a lift with any stranger at all was already nightmare fuel. Maybe he was mute, and they wouldn’t have to make small talk. Maybe he’d swallowed his tongue as a child or been cursed by an evil wizard. Maybe he was an elevator engineer. Maybe he was some kind of lift monster poised to devour her now that she’d been trapped.
Futaba could see him fruitlessly trying the buttons on the other side of the elevator too. Perhaps he wasn’t a monster, but they really were stuck. Cringing away, she thrust a plastic bag of sweets and chips out toward him suddenly.
“Eat the snacks before you eat me!” The demand came out more forcefully than she had intended, squeezing her eyes shut as if to brace against the threat that he might bite her whole arm off.
