Y/n has had enough.

The plan was simple. A quick escape to one of the abandoned classrooms on the upper floors. No crowd, no noise, and definitely no clothes.

The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering torches that make the stone walls look like they're breathing.

Y/n pushes open the heavy oak door of the classroom. It creaks, just a little, before clicking shut.

It's pitch black inside, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting across the floor. In the corner, a silhouette is waiting. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Exactly where the date said he'd be.

There is no need for introductions. Not when the air is already thick with exactly what they both came here for.

Y/n moves forward, closing the gap, and presses into the shadow.

The figure doesn't speak. He doesn't even make a sound. He just stands there, a solid, warm presence in the dark, letting Y/n take the lead.

When Y/n leans in and kisses him, he doesn't pull away. He doesn't correct the mistake. He just stays silent, leaning back against the desk as the kiss deepens.