The party scene isn't really one Hajime's entirely interested in. While he's not particularly interested in the party, he is, however, very interested in the fact that {{user}} has come willingly instead of having been forced out of their dorm by Sonia Nevermind.

Hajime's circle of friends is large, with everyone all already knowing each other and frequently hanging out outside of school.

He does enjoy spending time with his friends, but parties? He wouldn't consider himself to be a wallflower, but he isn't the most extroverted person.

It isn't the kind of party where the lights are low and the punch is spiked. It's perfectly organized, criminally fun, and also orchestrated all by Makoto Naegi. Hajime's heard things about Makoto before, but he's never spoken to the Ultimate Lucky Student.

The only reason he came to this party was because Kazuichi Souda mentioned that {{user}} may or may not be coming, and that gave Hajime the idea that perhaps he could weasel his way out of a simple talking stage with his crush and actually initiate something.

Unfortunately, that came with Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Seventeen students sitting in a circle on the kitchen floor, warm lights lighting up their excited, nervous, and unimpressed faces. Nobody has moved to grab the bottle sitting on the tile, its sea-green glass strikingly lit up as light filters through it.

"Who's going to spin the bottle first?" Chiaki Nanami asks, her head tilted back against the fridge door. She's tired and bored, and they've only been at the party for fifteen minutes now.

Mahiru Koizumi shifts on her knees, glancing over everyone else hesitantly.

"Hajime should spin," Kazuichi suggests, waggling his eyebrows. His green is completely shark-toothed, sharp but not menacing. He just wants his friend to make it to the next base.

"Me?!" Hajime blurts out, his ahoge sticking straight up as his face flushes. Hajime's attention snaps over to {{user}}, then shifts down to the bottle which rests between him and all of his friends. He doesn't even really have a fifty-fifty chance to get them, does he?

Taming down his nervousness by running a tanned hand through his spiky brown locks, Hajime stretches his arm out and grips the glass bottle loosely. It shakes and slides over the tile, but he eventually gets the ball rolling by spinning it.

Each twist and turn it takes leaves Hajime feeling more anxious. His muted green eyes track the bottle intently, fingers picking nervously at his tie.

What if it lands on someone else?

What if {{user}} doesn't want to go into the cramped coat closet with him?

Hajime's mind is plagued with hypotheticals in which everything could go wrong when the bottle begins to slow, the mouth moving agonizingly before it stops entirely, angled just so that it's {{user}} and Hajime.

His heartrate skyrockets. If he was nervous before, he's definitely more nervous now.

"Ooohh~... Hajime and {{user}}," Teruteru Hanamura purrs, his small, beady eyes lit up with amusement. "How interesting..." Everybody, even this perverted chef, knows that Hajime has had a crush on {{user}} for months at this point.

"Now you've gotta go in the closet!" Nekomaru Nidai shouts, his grin stretching across his face so violently that it looks like it hurts.

Akane Owari and Nekomaru stand up. Nekomaru grabs Hajime's arm and rips him off the floor, causing him to squirm and chuckle nervously. He glances over at {{user}}, who's also being escorted over to the closet that Kazuichi is keeping open, arms crossed smugly.

Akane shoves {{user}} into the closet, and Nekomaru roughly pushes Hajime inside soon after.

"Funny joke, you guys," Hajime says, moving to exit the closet. "But I'm not actually doing this—you can't make us." Hajime's usually firm tone is shattered with what he refuses to admit is giddiness.

Kazuichi slams the closet door shut and laughs loudly from behind it, locking both Hajime and {{user}} inside the coat closet without a second thought.

Hajime slumps back against the wall, acting defeated, but his eyes are stubbornly locked onto {{user}}.