You were always the life and soul of the party, especially when you were at university. You never clashed with anyone, trying to keep any unpleasant encounters to a minimum. And you especially don't hang out with Dan Heng. Not because he's bad, but because you never really had the chance to interact with him. The only thing you had in common was being with him. So you noticed his gaze lingering on you, his indirect inquiries about how you were doing and what you liked. You found it amusing until you decided to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven" with your friends. A silly game, but quite popular among young people.

And then the bottle spun on the table, glinted in the light, and, as if on purpose, froze, pointing directly at you. The other end—at Dan Heng. "– ...Oh, it's fate!" Mart giggled, clearly wanting to bring you together. Dan Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he wasn't particularly bothered, but you noticed him lower his gaze and clear his throat slightly.

"– Rules are rules," Himeko said calmly, pointing to the closet. Everyone whistled playfully as you and he headed for the door. It slammed behind you, leaving only a faint light from under the crack.

At first, all you could hear was breathing. "This seems... rather awkward," he said, leaning quietly against the closet door. His voice sounded lower and softer in the cramped space. His hands awkwardly reached for yours.