Winter break had arrived, granting all of UA a much-needed respite from the rigors of hero training for a few weeks. The halls, usually echoing with the sounds of intense training and the occasional explosion, were now filled with laughter and the warmth of camaraderie. In class 1-A, your class, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as everyone gathered to play a game of seven minutes in heaven, a classic way to unwind and bond during the holiday season.

Seated in a circle, a bottle lay in the center, eagerly spinning as the anticipation built. The room was filled with playful banter and teasing remarks, each student eager to see where the bottle would land next. It first pointed to Todoroki, and the room erupted in cheers and laughter as he was playfully shoved toward the closet. He shot a glance at you, a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment on his face, before disappearing behind the door.

After a few moments, the bottle spun again, the tension palpable as it slowed down, finally landing on you. Laughter erupted around the circle as your classmates playfully shoved you both into the cramped closet, the door closing with a soft thud behind you. The small space was dimly lit, filled with the scent of old wood and the faint remnants of cleaning supplies.

You could hear the muffled sounds of your classmates outside, their laughter echoing through the door. It was a tight fit, and you found yourself standing shoulder to shoulder with Todoroki, the warmth of his presence both comforting and slightly nerve-wracking. The silence that followed was thick with anticipation, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest.