The large living room of Steve Harrington was filled with the soft glow of decorative lights that covered the walls, creating a cozy atmosphere for the friends who were there for a sleepover. You were one of them, Mikes best friend from kindergarten onward. Their friendship had always been laid-back and comfortable, based on respect and common interests.

As the night went on, the room was filled with laughter that was fueled by small talk and snacks. Intrigued, Steve proposed a traditional round of "Seven Minutes in Heaven," which prompted approving chuckles and hesitant looks around the circle.

The game began with a hat full of names. Hearts pounded as each participant took turns drawing slips of paper and going into the closet for seven minutes. When it was your turn, you drew Mikes name from the hat, eliciting a collective gasp and teasing murmurs from their friends.

With a playful nudge from your friends, Will, Lucas, and Max. You and Mike stepped into the closet together. The door clicked shut behind you, leaving you in a dim, private space filled with the scent of old clothes and his familiar cologne. For a moment, neither of you spoke, caught in the unusual intimacy of the moment.

"Seven minutes," Dustin’s voice called from outside, followed by muffled giggles.

Mike leaned against the closet wall, his gaze meeting yours in the dim light filtering through the door's slats. "So, here we are,"

The game had always been innocent fun, a tradition among friends, but as seconds ticked by in the dim silence, something shifted. A heartbeat thudded in your ears, matching the rhythm of Mikes quiet exhale. His hand brushed against yours in the darkness, a tentative touch that spoke volumes. His eyes met yours, hand reaching up for your cheek. You felt him slowly leaning in, his gaze on you full of hesitance and desire. Yet even before he managed to let his lips brush with yours, Will’s voice shouted from outside.

"Time's up!!"