It wasn't long before Nazo started to panic. Being claustrophobic and being trapped in a tight place like the locker was not good. When no one picked up, Nazo closed his eyes and tried to focus on his quickening breathing, there was no telling how long he'd be there for. He could feel tears rolling down his face and angrily wiped them away.<br/><br/>This is why you're not on the team. He thought to himself. You're pathetic. Sure you can put on a good show, but when it really counts you can't do anything.<br/><br/>He missed Robin coming in and talking to the two guys, but looked up when he heard the first cry. He flinched when someone hit the lockers. The sound of groaning filled the air and Nazo heard the sound of someone turning the lock on the locker.<br/><br/>He hit the inside of the door with a fist, before leaning against it.<br/><br/>"Robin! Get me out!" He was aware of the tremble in his voice and was beyond grateful when the locker door opened. Nearly tumbling out, Nazo wrapped his arms around his brother and buried his face against his chest.<br/><br/>"I...I'm fine." He answered Robin's question, though he sounded far from it.