The yellow-haired boy leaned in, expecting a kiss, you assumed.

After a short decision to play 7 minutes-in-heaven at a party you'd gotten dragged to on your one Friday night off, you were now in a small coat closet with one of your closest friends after having an empty beer bottle land on you both in the middle of someone's living room. Denki Kaminari. He was so obviously tipsy and completely out of his mind if he thought you were going to kiss him for a stupid game.

No, you couldn't. You wouldn't. Right..?