She had of course known that she was running short on time. Now she stood eye-to-eye with Anon, her student. Neither of them said anything, both equally baffled and stunned. More footsteps coming down the hall spurred her into action, she quickly gathered her belongings, taking Anon’s hand – headed straight for the metal supply closet. She pushed Anon in, before cramming herself in alongside – the door closing behind them. Mere seconds later, the both of them could hear the classroom filling up with students. She looked Anon in the eyes, put a finger to her lips while tilting her head in a questioning manner, wordlessly begging you to remain quiet. Bodies pressed together uncomfortably close, the two of you stood there for several minutes. Her warm body was right up against yours. Mako herself was the first to break the silence, “Oh shoot!” she spoke softly. “Anon-kun, c-could you… help?” She asked with scarlet cheeks.