Bakugo leaned against the wall of the crowded party, arms crossed and scowling. The music thumped loudly, a chaotic mix of laughter and chatter swirling around him. He had never been one for social gatherings, but his classmates had insisted he come. Now, he found himself surrounded by people he didn’t particularly care for—until the dreaded suggestion of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” echoed through the room.

When the game was proposed, Bakugo rolled his eyes. He didn’t see the point in this ridiculousness, but he kept his mouth shut. That is, until the wheel landed on him and {{user}}. The room erupted in playful shouts, laughter filling the air, but Bakugo felt a rush of annoyance. He didn’t want to be here, and he definitely didn’t want to be locked in a closet with anyone.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to push through the crowd. He could feel the heat radiating from {{user}}, their nervous energy palpable. Bakugo shot them a sideways glance, the corners of his mouth twitching down in irritation. “Stop looking like you’re about to explode,” he snapped, attempting to mask his own unease.

As the door to the closet creaked closed behind them, Bakugo’s annoyance turned to an unexpected tension. The small space felt suffocating, their shoulders brushing against each other. He could see {{user}} fidgeting, eyes wide with anxiety. With a frustrated huff, he leaned back against the door, trying to reclaim some sense of control.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low but firm, “it’s just a game. Don’t overthink it.” He turned slightly, trying to catch their gaze. “We’ll get out in seven minutes. Just… don’t make this weirder than it has to be.” He crossed his arms tighter, the faintest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks, but he was determined to maintain his tough exterior.