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Your family came with its own curse which granted one descendant per generation an affiliation with a randomly selected element. You were one such descendant, having the ability to commune with nature. Your family’s curse canceled out the Sohma curse, allowing Momiji to hug and snuggle you as much as he liked without turning into a rabbit.

“It’s still so weird to see someone immune to the Sohma zodiacs,” Hatsuharu commented, dropping into a cross-legged position on the other side of the room.

“It would certainly help those two,” Kyo commented, jerking his head towards his grey-haired cousin who had his pinky linked with that of his brunette partner.

“Seriously,” you agreed. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be to not even be able to hug.”

“I don’t mind,” Tohru commented, glancing up shyly at Yuki. Despite dating for a couple of years, she was still shy being affectionate with the rat-wielder around other people.

“It would definitely be easier for you,” Yuki commented, his smokey gaze locking onto yours, “if you were to date a Sohma.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you buried yourself in your mug of tea, struggling to breathe correctly. Momiji, ever oblivious, continued to curl into your chest, playing with the loose fabric of your shirt.

You missed the way Hatsuharu’s caramel eyes found your figure, watching you with an unreadable expression while you carded your fingers through the rabbit’s blond locks.

The hour grew late, and Tohru insisted on her friends and family spend the night rather than driving to their respective homes. You offered to help fetch blankets and pillows for everyone, and she directed you to the walk-in linen closet in the hallway. You reached for the light switch and flicked it upwards, but nothing happened. The closet remained dark, and you shrugged to yourself, assuming that the light bulb had burned out and hadn’t yet been replaced. You left the door open to allow the hallway light to flood into the closet as you rummaged the shelves for spare bedding.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hatsuharu’s familiar voice yelped before a body was shoved into yours, sending you stumbling further into the closet. The door closed behind you, trapping the darkness inside until you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. A cackle sounded out in the hallway when you tried the handle and discovered that it had been locked.

“Did we really just get locked in a closet?” you asked aloud in disbelief, staring at the door handle as though it alone were responsible for your predicament.

“Looks that way,” Haru sighed. “Stupid cat. I can’t believe he’d pull something so juvenile.”

“What do you mean?” you inquired, turning away from the door and quirking your brow in the cow zodiac’s general direction. “Kyo did this? Why would he do this?”

“You’ve played Seven Minutes in Heaven before, haven’t you?” Haru posed instead.

Your heartbeat suddenly grew louder in your ears. “Uh, yeah? In my senior year of high school, I think. Why?”

Haru exhaled a sigh. “That’s essentially what this is. He’s been bugging me for the last half dozen family gatherings to talk to you about my feelings and he threatened to take matters into his own hands if I didn’t.”

Your head spun with the amount of information you’d just taken in, and you couldn’t decide on which point to focus. “Hold on. Why would Kyo care who you have feelings for or whether or not you’ve told them?”

The cow was quiet for a moment, and you waited patiently for a response. You could hear him shifting his position as though he were squirming, and you couldn’t imagine him being so uncomfortable.

“I may have been kind of annoying about it,” he admitted softly, looking anywhere but you even though you couldn’t see his eyes anyway.

The image of Hatsuharu being so lovestruck that he annoyed Kyo into locking him in a closet brought a snicker to your throat that you were quick to play off as a cough, but the other half of his words finally caught up with you.

He was lovestruck over... you?

“So...” you murmured, heart catching in your throat as you struggled to press further. “What was that part about talking to me about your feelings?”

Again he fell quiet, the only sound in the closet being your heart thundering in your chest and the occasional scuff of Haru’s socked feet against the carpet.

“I have a thing for you, (y/n),” he breathed. “Kyo got sick of me pining over you and decided to do something about it.”

Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip, wondering if you should react naively as though you couldn’t fathom him being attracted to you, or take this opportunity to push his buttons.

“Well, it’s a good thing he did,” you commented nonchalantly. “Who knows how long you would have taken to confess if he hadn’t?”

A pause. A shuffle. A hand on either side of your waist, pulling your chest flush against Haru’s. Hot breath ghosting over your ear. A tingle crawling up your spine at the confirmation that you’d awoken Dark Haru.

“Is that a challenge, doll face?” he whispered huskily into your ear. “You think I wouldn’t have made a move on my own?”

“You didn’t, did you?” you countered, feeling bold. “How long were you pining over me, Haru?”

He growled at the sound of his name on your lips, hands on your waist sliding down to grip your hips, fingertips pressing into your flesh. You grinned, your own hands fisting in shirt. His forehead pressed against yours and excitement sparked in your abdomen.

“How about you let me take you out?” he huffed, nudging your nose with his own, nearly close enough to feel his lips brushing yours.

“Out where?” you quipped, not quite ready to surrender.

“Wherever you want, doll.”

“I like the sound of that,” you grinned. “Now, remind me the purpose of Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

You felt a matching grin on his lips when he pressed them to yours in a searing kiss. His hands left your hips so that his arms could wrap around your waist, squeezing gently. Your arms slithered upwards, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other dug its fingers into his two-toned hair.

A groan sounded in his throat as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to grasp your ass cheeks. You moaned in surprise, pressing impossibly closer. His lips parted in order to suck your lower lip between them, gently pulling with his teeth, and fog swirled in your brain. All of your senses were consumed by Hatsuharu.

The sound of the door being unlocked brought you back to reality, albeit with a pout on your lips. Panting, you pulled back enough to catch your breath, leaning forward to rest your head against Haru’s chest.

“How about a movie in the living room?” he offered softly, his tone informing you that Light Haru had returned. “Nothing crazy; just cuddling.”

You nodded eagerly. “I’d love that.”

You followed him out of the closet, glad to see that everyone had gone to bed and wasn’t present to taunt you. He set up a movie while you settled on the floor with blankets and pillows. He joined you shortly, settling in beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You curled into his chest, feeling so comfortable and warm that you were asleep long before the movie ended.

Intro:

Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.

A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.

The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.

And so, the game began.

Teruteru Hanamura:

   You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?

It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.

You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.

"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.

"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.

"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.

"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.

"What's wrong?" You gulped.

"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.

"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.

"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.

You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.

"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"

Byakuya Twogami

Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.

"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.

"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.

"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."

"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.

A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.

"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.

For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?

Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.

"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.

Gundham Tanaka

When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.

"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.

"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.

"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"

"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.

"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.

"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.

Nekomaru Nidai

This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.

"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).

"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.

"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.

"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.

"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.

"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.

"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.

"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.

"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.

Nagito Komaeda

You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.

This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.

"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.

"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.

"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.

"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.

"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.

"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.

"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.

"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.

"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.

"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.

"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.

Kazuichi Souda

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.

"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.

"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.

"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.

"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.

He was a flustered mess.

"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.

He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.

Hajime Hinata

Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.

"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.

"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.

"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.

"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."

"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\

"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.

"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.

   … something cold and metallic. You grabbed the long, slender item and pulled it out to reveal a Pen. You looked up and around at the others in the room until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head to the side to see Kyoya standing behind you.

   “Excuse me Miss, but I believe that is my item.” You blushed and stuttered an of course before turning your body towards Kyoya and handing him his pen. He took it and silently put it into a pocket on his school uniform.

   His smile was polite as he offered you his arm to escort you to the closet. Your breathing was heavy as the two of you walked into the mildly cramped space. Tamaki closed the door behind you and shouted in ‘Seven minutes’.

   You rushed to the side of the closet opposite Kyoya, sliding down the wall and bringing your legs up to your chest. Silence filled the room for a few beats before the sound of rustling fabric broke it. You looked up from where your head was buried in your knees. With the little light in the closet, you were barely able to make out Kyoya’s outline as he moved to crouch in front of you.

   Your breathing hitched as his hand came to rest on yours, a cold feeling running down your back.

   Kyoya, seeming to have noticed your reaction, pulled away.

   “Y/N. Are you scared of me?” He asked, his voice taking on a slightly hurt tone, despite the fact that he was clearly trying to hide it.

   You gasped slightly as he asked this. That wasn’t it at all. You were actually very fond of Kyoya. It was just that you were nervous because you didn’t think that he would want to be with someone like you.

   As Kyoya eventually made a move to get up you desperately grasped at his sleeve to keep him from leaving. Unfortunately, you accidentally pulled him into you. Now you were pressed against the wall, leaning at a very awkward angle, with Kyoya straddling you. You stared into his eyes as your faces were less than an inch away from each other.

   His breath fanned over your face as he chuckled; his shocked expression changed into a rather smug one, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

   You quickly let go of his sleeve, heat rushing up your neck and to your face. You mutter an excuse while trying to move from underneath him.

   Kyoya tutted before pushing into you more, one hand moving up onto the wall next to your face.

   “Nuh-uh,” he teased, voice husky, “You wanted me, now you get me.”

   A small gasp erupted from your lips as Kyoya dove his head towards your mostly exposed neck, making quick work of finding the most sensitive spot. The hand that was next to your head now joined the other making its way up your sides, caressing them gently. Breathy moans rose from your throat as you bit your lip to prevent those outside hearing.

   Suddenly, Kyoya bit harshly down on your neck, causing you to yelp. You whined as he nibbled his way up to your ear.

   “Don’t hide your moans. I want to know how good I make you feel”.

   As he said this, his hands moved from your sides to the front of your body, towards your breasts. He began to massage them gently through the fabric of your dress. Your moans grew louder as his motions became rougher. His hands slid round to the back of your dress, intending on undoing the zipper when there was a knock at the door.

   “Seven minutes are over!” Came Tamaki’s voice. Kyoya leaped off of you, much to your disappointment. Just as the people on the other side of the door tried to open it, Kyoya grabbed the handle and slammed it shut. He found the lock and turned it.

   “Hey what are y-” came from the other side of the door before Kyoya interrupted.

   “Get another closet!” He growled. The others words of protest were drowned out by the beat of your heart as Kyoya turned back towards you, straddling you once more.

Blue stood in front of you, and placed his free hand on his hip. “I’m sick of this, I want a turn already! Hold this real quick.” He shoved the bag into your hands. “And now that you have my item, it’s my turn to play!”

“You tricked me!” You threw the bag down, somehow not spilling anything. “I can’t believe you’d do that.”

“I can! Come on, it’ll be fun!” He held your hand with a glee as he led you to the closet. “I’ll try not to be as annoying as usual.” He winked and smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but to groan. It was Blue. You had only met him a couple times with Green, and he got on your nerves every time. You could only assume the same would happen alone. The last thing you saw before the door closed was Blue grinning to himself.

Blue neglected to release your hand. You pulled away subtly, but Blue didn’t give.

“Something wrong?” He was close. Far closer than you, personally, would like.

“My hand?”

Blue looked down. “Right.” He seemed reluctant to let go. He grunted and cracked his knuckles in a very dramatic “pay attention to me” fashion. “Well, let’s get down to business, huh?” You weren’t wholly sure that you wanted to. He noticed from the look on your face. “Or not? C’mon (Y/n), talk to me.” He pressed his forehead against yours, and held your hands in his own.

You got nervous, and began to tear up. You felt them roll down the contours of your cheeks.

“Hey, hey...” He placed his palm behind your head, and guided your face into his chest. Why was he being so nice? Blue’s hazel eyes examined every bit of you. “You really don’t want to be in here, do you?”

How do you explain to someone that you hated them until this very moment?

“I can let you out.” A soft simper replaced his usual smirk. He moved to open the door, but you took his hand back.

“No! You— I— Well—“ You exhaled through you nose sharply, before taking a shaky breath and pulling Blue to you by the collar. You embraced, then pressed your lips to his. You counted in your head— 1, 2, 3, 4, 5— then he finally reciprocated. His eyes fluttered shut peacefully. He pulled you closer by the waist, then parted to take a breath.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that!”

You laughed. “Me either, honestly!” You both shared a giggle, then looked into the others’ eyes. Slowly, carefully, you brought your face near. Blue dipped in, then backed out again, almost like he was afraid. You placed your hand against the back of his head, letting the gelled locks lose their definition between your fingers. You kissed him again, more deeply than before. Blue’s cheeks flushed, while his eyelashes brushed against the bridge of your nose, slightly tickling. He felt down to the small of your back, and eased you against the wall.

He parted, and nuzzled the crook of your neck. You kissed the top of his head. Blue grinned, and looked into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.” He held your face in both of his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed you longingly, passionately, as if he’d been pining over you for decades. You felt a burning for more in the pit of you stomach. You placed one hand on his cheek, and the other at his hip. You tested the waters— just one little tug closer— and you felt him harden more so than before.

Blue seemed to go into overdrive. He moaned, and pressed his entire self against you. You felt his pulse racing against your groin. He ground himself on you rhythmically, almost like he’d practiced beforehand. He kissed you any where he could reach, your face, your hair, your neck, and then finally settling at your lips. His hands roamed over your body, but his favorite spot seemed to be your hips, where he’d grasp and buck against you and moan over and over again.

Soon, he was out of breath. He rested his head against your shoulder. You pecked him on the cheek, and held him softly. You swayed in each other’s arms for a moment, before Blue looked into your eyes. “I think our time is about up.”

Within the next few seconds, the door swung open, revealing Green. “It wasn’t so bad, right?”

You beamed. “Not bad at all.” You strolled out casually with Blue, as if you hadn’t just partook in an intense make-out session. Blue held your hand and whispered in your ear, “Listen, I’ve still gotta run the game, but once it’s over? I’m all yours.” He winked and shot a playful finger gun at you, clicking his tongue.

Blue walked past you, not taking notice at first, then had a double-take. “Who let a kid join? Anybody?” The crowd murmured among themselves. Now you definitely felt like you didn’t belong. “Everyone else here is an adult, you’re not going to get to—“

“I’ll play!” A boy around your age stood near the back, waving his hands at you.

Blue shrugged. “Good enough for me. If you two get weird, I’m calling your parents. I’m already holding back from halving your time, so behave! Go!” The boy grabbed your hand and smiled as he led you into the closet. Blue shut the door.

“What’s this game called?” Oh Arceus.

“Seven minutes in heaven? Why did you agree to play a game you didn’t know?”

He shrugged and grinned. “I just wanted to help you, it seemed like you wanted to play.”

“Honestly… I didn’t. I just wanted my friend to think I was cool.”

“Aww, he must like you! Here, there’s enough room for us to sit down together. Let’s get comfy!” After settling down, Pikachu leaped from Ash’s shoulder and into your lap. From the light that seeped from under the door, you could see Ash’s worn out sneakers, and something sticking out of his pocket. A flashlight! You pointed it out to him, and he didn’t hesitate to turn it on. The light shone upwards and cascaded down, muting the shadows. The flashlight remained balanced between the two of you, though Ash leaned over it and back while he spoke to you excitedly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess we’re stuck in here then.”

“It’s alright, there are worse people to be locked in a closet with.” You returned his smile, his sunny disposition seeming to brighten the room on its own— actually, that’s static crackling! You could just make out the outline of a pikachu from the light provided by the sparks. You patted its head, and its electricity dimmed down.

“I’ve got a weird question for you.” He put his weight on his hands and knees, and put his face next to your ear as he whispered, “Would you mind holding hands with me?” You pressed your forehead against his for a second, then reached for his hand. He giggled. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think—“

“It’s no problem, Ash.” He didn’t move. You brought your face closer, and nuzzled his cheek with your own. You felt his eyelashes brush against your face like a butterfree kiss. Suddenly, a light blinded you!

“Alright! You got 7 whole minutes! Now, out! Eat your school, stay in vegetables, and fold the dishes!”

“I’m doubling down on it!” Blue watched intently as you both stood up, stretched, and exited. “Now brush your teeth and go to bed!” Oddly enough, a bulk pack of toothbrushes waited on the counter. You allowed Ash to go first. He picked a red one, and you picked up your favorite color. You tried to discreetly watch him in the mirror, but he noticed. He made faces at you, and you laughed, nearly choking on toothpaste. Afterwards, you found a room with two twin beds, and you tucked yourself in.

Ash sat on the side of his bed and looked at you, his seemingly ever-present grin wider than usual. “I’m really glad I met you, (Y/n).”

You yawned and smiled. “Me too.”