The game is so stupid, honestly. Y/n would normally never participate. But Mina is practically begging her to join in on something, and it’s at least a notch above spin the bottle. And so she sits down next to Mina who squeals excitedly when Y/n joins the game, along with a few others.

The first and the second round go by fairly quickly. Then the bottle lands on Monoma.

Neito Monoma. That annoying little prick that somehow weaseled his way into this party. He decided to sit directly across from Y/n, giving her a good view of him and his smug attitude the whole time. How annoying.

Y/n can’t stand this guy, if that wasn’t clear.

So when the bottle lands on him, she crosses her fingers and prays that it lands on anyone but her. Let it be, I don’t know— Kendo, or Tsubara, or—

“Y/n!”

Apparently the gods could not give two fucks about her well being.

Monoma raises his eyebrows and smiles.

Yeah, this game definitely sucks.

That’s why she’s now staring daggers at him in Mina’s closet, while he just sits there with that stupid grin on his face.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Monoma asks. Y/n can make out his blue eyes staring into hers in the dim lighting.

She crosses her arms. “Don’t call me that.”

Monoma’s grin grows into a smirk. “Well I would’ve gone with queen or your highness, but i didn’t think you 1A kids were that stuck up—“

“Oh my god! Be quiet.” Y/n interrupts, not wanting to hear him ramble on and on about how 1A is inferior. “Both classes are great, you know. It doesn’t have to be a competition. But your whiny ass is always making it some crazy contest, and I’m sick of it! So… just be quiet about it.”

Monoma seems to think about what Y/n said for a moment.

“Well that struck a nerve, didn’t it?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Monoma starts. “I don’t hate you guys. I just like a little friendly competition. It motivates me.”

“Uh huh…”

“Plus, you’re cute when you get angry and start yelling at me.”

Y/n’s eyes widen. Out of all the things he could’ve said, she wasn’t expecting that.

She also wasn’t expecting her cheeks to burn up. He’s the last person on Y/n’s “could make me blush” list. The idea of Neito Monoma making her flustered is so ridiculous that Y/n has to hold in a laugh at the thought. Never, not in a million years, will that happen.

…Right?

“You blushing, Y/n?” Monoma leans in ever so closer.

Y/n immediately shakes her head. Nope. She’s not gonna let his teasing get a reaction out of her.

“You wish.” She replies to his earlier question. Just moving a few inches forward would press their bodies together— not that Y/n’s thinking about his body, and hers. He’s just close. Really close.

Close enough that she can feel his breath on her skin when he says, “And what if I did?”

Something about the way he said those words, and the proximity too, makes Y/n’s breath catch in her throat. For some reason, she doesn’t stop Monoma when he puts his hand on her cheek.

And for some reason, Y/n doesn’t stop him when he goes to kiss her.

It lasts for not even two seconds before he pulls away— but Y/n feels like her whole being was lit on fire. Her common sense must’ve already been burned to a crisp because she dives right back in.

Her hands find Monoma’s shoulders, while Monoma moves his free hand to Y/n’s waist. He holds a firm grip there as he kisses her, over and over and over.

They stay like this for a while, until Monoma bites down on Y/n’s lip and she makes this noise— something changes in Monoma’s demeanor.

He pulls away, mouth slightly agape. 

Maybe it’s the way he was just kissing her, or maybe it’s the look in his eyes, but Y/n has to admit that all she wants right now… is him.

He seems to feel the same way, when he mumbles out “fuck,” and is suddenly backing the both of them up until Y/n’s back hits the wall.

He kisses her again, but this time it’s deeper. Hungrier. God, Y/n doesn’t know what’s wrong with her today. Just a few minutes ago she was arguing with this man, and now?

Now she’s letting him slide his tongue into her mouth.

Their bodies are right on top of each other. Monoma’s leg is placed right between Y/n’s while their hands are grabbing onto each other all over, pulling impossibly closer and closer. It feels so wrong, Y/n and Monoma together— who would’ve ever thought? Certainly not Y/n. But yet, it also feels so, so right.

Monoma pulls away but now he’s kissing Y/n’s cheek, and then her jawline, slowly making his way down to her neck. Y/n has the urge to run her hand through the blond’s hair, and so she does. It’s really soft. When Monoma suddenly bites down on her skin, she tugs it without even thinking— and fuck, he groans.

“I still— still think you’re annoying.” Y/n breathes out.

She can feel Monoma smile against her skin. “I still think you’re insufferable.”

“Good.”

Monoma makes his way back up to Y/n’s ear before he whispers, “Yeah, good.” 

He plants a kiss right below her ear and then he backs up a bit, just enough to see Y/n’s face and look into her eyes. “You’re driving me crazy, Y/n.”

His hair is a mess, his lips are puffy, and he’s looking at Y/n like he just can’t get enough of her. He looks disheveled, messy… and really hot.

“Yeah, I kinda feel like I’m going insane.”

He kisses her, again, but then he pulls away to ask, “Why’s that, princess?”

“Because…” Y/n’s hands gesture to him, and then to herself, “of this. Whatever this is.”

“Yeah no we’re insane.”

“We’re crazy.”

Y/n grabs him by the collar and pulls him right back in.

They stay like this for a while, kissing and feeling and just being with each other. It’s… nice, Y/n has to admit.

She’s just a little disappointed when she hears an alarm go off in the distance. It’s been 7 minutes, though it feels like the time went by way too quickly.

She pulls away and her hands go to his hair, trying to make it look like they weren’t just passionately making out.

Monoma laughs. “What are you doing?”

“Your hair’s a mess, I’m fixing it.”

“I can do that myself, you know.” Monoma adds, but Y/n just ignores that and continues running her fingers through his hair.

When she’s done, Monoma takes one look at her and his eyes go wide.

“…Hey, Y/n?”

“What?”

“You should, uh. Cover that up.”

“Cover what…” Her eyes trail down to what he’s looking at— a bright red hickie on her shoulder. “Monoma! You idiot.” She yanks her sleeve back up to cover that part of her skin. Luckily, the fabric just reaches that part of her shoulder.

Monoma raises his hands up in defense. “Hey, I didn’t do that on purpose! I was just… lost in the moment.”

Suddenly, Y/n gets an idea. She leans in close to him and says, “Guess I’ve gotta return the favor sometime, huh?” But before backing away, she gives him a simple kiss on the cheek.

And boy, does he blush. Y/n grins with the satisfaction of being the one making him flustered this time.

Then Mina whips open the door and Y/n tries her best to act normal.

“Ashido, you saved me!” Monoma exclaims. When he looks over at Y/n, she just rolls her eyes.

He does his trademark smirk at her, but this time it feels just a bit different. Like there’s something else hidden behind it, something Y/n hadn’t noticed before.

When Mina heads back to where everyone is, Y/n suggests that they follow. Monoma replies with a simple “After you, princess.”

Maybe, just maybe, 7 minutes in heaven didn’t actually suck after all.