You were literally going to explode.

Your ‘favourite brother’ aka, infamous womanizer Otoya Eita had decided it would be such a wonderful idea to pry you away from your studies. Fuck him and his football infused fantasies—you had told him. His college buddies were getting around together for a drinking night in your dorm, and you were ready to hit him right then and there. But you had relented, because somehow, he found an acquaintance of an acquaintance of a second cousin (which was basically no one to you or him), who was also a psychology major.

Unluckily for you, he was also a flirt.

Making your way through the dense musk of alcohol and college students, the strobing lights flashed at every turn. You swore you heard the familiar sounds of people being reckless and claiming against a wall, but you chose to ignore that. It was a problem for later, and Eita was nowhere to be found.

You found him right back where you started—in your room. With people in a circle like some kind of cult worshipping a cheap bottle of wine, they started murmuring and laughing. It was honestly disturbing, until one of your friends finally gave you the courtesy of what was happening. A game of ‘seven minutes in heaven’, happening right in your private space. It was tempting to thwack Eita right there.

Making space for yourself, you sat down. Eyeing your new (uninvited) guests, your shoulders relaxed with a weary sigh. That is, of course, before Eita boasted that it was your turn.

…

That son of a—

You spun the bottle, expectantly waiting for someone who was at least hot enough to peck on the cheek for those seven minutes. The door to your room opened, showing someone none other than Michael Kaiser in your personal space. He clearly made himself at home, sitting down comfortably across from you with those damn glasses of his.

And finally, the cheap wine bottle stopped. Pointing at your rival. In which Eita hastily introduced you to him, clearly not spotting the glare in which you kept Kaiser alone. He mockingly opened the closet door for you, beckoning you to get inside before he got in there himself. Cursing under your breath, you did so. Eita shot you a ‘good luck’ sign before you gave back the most ‘what the hell’ middle finger you could muster at him.

So here you are. In a clearly too cramped closet that smells like artificial roses with someone you hate with all your life chest to chest with you.

“Schatz, don’t be so cruel. At least look at me before we kiss, ja?” He purred in that synthetic accent you knew all too well. One that made most girls swoon and most boys curse. The request he made of you would’ve been doable, had it not been for the absolute darkness you were both in.