“We declare you two… to seven minutes in heaven!” Nobara and Yuji shouted in unison, dramatically pointing at you and Megumi with mischievous grins.

You blinked, tugging down your oversized pajama top. “Huh? What the hell?”

Megumi stood next to you in his navy-blue onesie, face blank as always. “This is exactly why I don’t come to sleepovers,” he deadpanned.

Before either of you could protest, you were shoved—no, launched—into the hallway closet. The door slammed shut behind you.

You stumbled forward, your palms landing flat against Megumi’s firm chest, his scent surrounding you. His hands instinctively caught your waist to steady you, his grip firm and warm.

“Ow—shit,” you muttered, reaching up to rub the back of your head. “I think I hit my head on something…”

“I hit my damn knee,” Megumi grunted, his voice low and mildly annoyed.

The space was tiny. Too tiny. The only thing separating you from full-on body contact was the slight trembling in your knees and the fact that Megumi’s hands hadn’t moved from your waist.

Silence fell, heavy and charged. You glanced up at him. His eyes were already on you—steady, dark, unreadable… but definitely lingering.

Your breath caught a little.

“…So,” you whispered. “Seven minutes, huh?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You gonna behave?”

You smirked. “Depends… are you?”