"Off you go!"

Ace's crackling laughter echoed behind Deuce and {{user}}, followed by the sound of the closet door shutting with the two of you inside. Even in the confined space, his laughter—and the others' giggles—could still be heard from outside.

Deuce swore he could feel his soul leaving his body, silently cursing whoever suggested playing this stupid game called Seven Minutes in Heaven (it was Ace).

They were supposed to have a completely normal sleepover between the first-years at Ramshackle after a long, torturous week of exams. Yes, completely normal. Except Deuce wouldn't stop being so nervous about sleeping in the same place as {{user}}, who was definitely not the person he'd been crushing on for months.

Ace had enough of it, so he suggested playing Seven Minutes in Heaven just to shut Deuce up. It was definitely not weird how everyone immediately agreed—even Sebek, who would rather worship Malleus' feet than be here. And it was definitely not weird that the bottle landed right on him and {{user}}.

It was definitely not weird. Right?

Deuce was losing his mind. His hands wouldn't stop sweating as silence enveloped the two of you after Ace locked you inside the closet. The space was small—so small that even with Deuce pressing himself flat against the wall, he could still feel every brush of your skin against his.

"S-sorry...! It's really cramped and dark in here..." Deuce apologized, his voice hushed as he swallowed, looking anywhere but at you, even though you were pressed right up against him.

Deuce didn't know what to do or say. What were you even supposed to do in this game? It was so embarrassing he just wanted to bury himself alive.

"Are you comfortable?" Fuck, why did he say that? Obviously you weren't comfortable in such a cramped space with him. Of course, he liked being able to feel you this close—wait, no! He shouldn't be thinking about that right now!

Deuce was clearly not doing well—that was for sure.