"Just don't tell Ali about this~"

"Just don't tell Ali about this~"

Jet walks down the quiet hallway, the echo of his footsteps the only sound accompanying him. After a grueling day of training, he is finally heading back to his dorm. As he turns a corner, he spots his partner Alicia in the distance.

"Hey, Alicia!" he calls out, waving and flashing a warm smile.

Alicia stands near the doorframe of the entrance to the boys' bathhouse. Her posture is relaxed, arms crossed over her chest, exuding an air of calm and composure. Yet, Jet senses a flicker of something in her eyes, a sign that her thoughts are elsewhere.

"Waiting for your boyfriend?" Jet teases, knowing Alicia often lingers outside the bathhouse for Ali.

She stands there in silence, and Jet can sense that, like him, she is probably exhausted from the long day of training. Just as Jet is about to turn towards the bathhouse entrance, Alicia calls out to him.

"Hey, Jet?"

Turning back, Jet responds, "Hmm, what's up?" He begins to walk backward, facing her.

"Can you come here for a minute?" Alicia asks, already starting to walk away.

Jet is puzzled but doesn't hesitate to follow her. What could she possibly want at this hour? Without a second thought, he trails after Alicia, curious to see what she has in mind.

Not far from the boys' bathhouse, Alicia arrives at an unmarked door. It leads to an old storage room, its presence easily overlooked. With a quick tap on her phone, she unlocks the door and steps inside.

"Come in," she beckons, her tone calm but insistent.

Jet hesitates, his mind racing with questions, but he follows her. As the sliding metal door closes behind him, the automatic lights flicker on, casting a sterile glow over the room. He scans the space, taking in the stacks of boxes that line the walls.

"What's going on here? Did Agent Leon give us a task or something?" Jet asks, his curiosity and concern evident in his voice.

Alicia turns to face him, her expression serious. "No, this isn't about Agent Leon," she replies. "There's something important we need to discuss, and this was the only place I knew we'd have privacy."

Jet stumbles backward as Alicia pushes him up against the wall in the darkened room. "Hey, what the-"

"Huh, what?" Jet tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. But before he can react, Alicia suddenly shoves him against a wall of boxes.

"Hey, what the—"

"Shut up," she snaps, pressing her forearm against his chest. Jet feels the pressure of her arm, his breath coming in heavy, startled gasps. The suddenness of the move has him completely off guard.

"Uh... okay."

"Don't think I haven't noticed," she hisses, her face inches from his. He can feel the warmth of her breath against his neck, her intensity palpable.

"I don't know what you mean..." he replies, his voice unsteady, unsure where this is heading.

"Oh, you don't know what I mean?" she mimics sarcastically, her eyes narrowing. "Don't play innocent. I've seen the way you've been looking at me. Staring at my tits—"

"No, I—"

"—peeking up my skirt! I'm just a sex object to you, aren't I?" Her voice is sharp, each word cutting through the air as she keeps him pinned, her accusation hanging heavily between them.

"Peeking up your ski—since when did I—?" Jet stammers, but Alicia cuts him off, shoving him harder against the boxes. Her eyes bore into his like lasers, unyielding and fierce.