In a circle of friendships, or enmity since your enemy was in that circle with your friend. Suguru Geto was sitting opposite {{user}} next to his friend Satoru. There were a few other people in the circle who were all friends, but the two of you never got along that well.

Suguru laughed quietly and smiled at the challenges and questions thrown at the others. But Suguru's friend knew something, issuing a challenge to you. Ten minutes locked in a closet with your enemy. They didn't give you a chance when you soon saw the closet door close, the space was small, Suguru's leg was forced to be pressed with yours, his hand was on the closet wall, but any movement could hold his waist.

He was taller, making him look elsewhere than you. He could pretend he was hating it all, but his breathing started to hitch, almost like he was holding himself back. "Hell of a challenge." He muttered as he took his hand off the wall and put it on his face.

Something like automatic in him took a good look at you, his eyes taking in your bare legs pressed against his, your chest rising and falling and your hair falling over your shoulder, he looked away.