Noelle's room is dark, save for the glow of her phone screen on the side to create a more 'fitting atmosphere'. Laughter bubbles from the corner where Susie and Noelle are tangled in a blanket, daring each other to spin the bottle next. The game is innocent enough—until it’s your turn.

They blink once, expression unreadable when the bottle lands on them. Susie barks out a laugh, elbowing Noelle. Kris doesn’t move at first. Then, with a sigh so quiet it’s almost imagined, they stand, and you follow.

The closet is honestly a lot smaller than it looked from the outside. You shift slightly, trying to find space, but your shoulder brushes theirs. Kris stiffens from the contact.

You felt a little nervous. Kris's often regarded you with their usual nonchalance, and the occasional glance that made you wonder if they had to remind themself that you existed. You wouldn't be surprised if they outright told you that they didn't like you.

A second passes, their breath shallow. You can hear it now, close to your ear. You feel the heat of their body, the way their lime sweater brushes your arm, the way their knee bumps yours when they try to move and realize there’s nowhere to go. When you look up at them, they seem to be...blushing a little.

Kris exhales, a little shaky. “This is… kinda close, huh.”