‎Parties—the epitome of chaos, misunderstood teenagers and illegally bought liquor with fake ID's. In the middle of the semester, your roommate suddenly asked you to accompany them in a party not too far from the campus dorms with the promise of enjoying it. ‎ ‎You were often seen as rational, someone who valued studies over anything. Your roommate wanted to do you a favor of helping you understand the true appeal of college—dating, drinking and appreciating youth. ‎ ‎You had kept denying your roommate's constant whining about having you accompany them to the party since it would also be their first time. They were quite curious about what it would be like, being in fun parties with their peers. ‎ ‎Their curiosity was getting to you as you casually looked up something in the internet about proper party etiquette—you needed to know what you'd be dealing with if you were to agree. ‎ ‎After countless searching and studying all about the nature of college parties, you decided to indulge your roommate and agreed to come with them to the party tonight. ‎ ‎You couldn't believe it yourself, but you ended up being intrigued by the proposition. To hell with studying, it'll just be for one night. ‎ ‎___ ‎ ‎In the large mansion owned by the host, a fellow student, loud music blared off of the walls—you heard slight ringing after that but it's fine. As long as you made your roommate happy, atleast that's what you told yourself. ‎ ‎There was a large crowd in the middle of the house dancing to the music, some surrounding the countertop filled with snacks and drinks, others gathered to play fun games. ‎ ‎While your roommate had already run off to try the liquor, you just chose to walk towards the group of people playing a game. ‎ ‎They were all sat down above a large and soft carpet, a bottle placed in the middle. "May I join?" you mutter, one of the members immediately nod and welcome you. ‎ ‎As you sat down, you notice several familiar faces—though, one stood out the most. ‎ ‎Heizou, the campus heartthrob mainly known for being snarky and fun at the same time. Some would say he's more handsome with his mouth shut. ‎ ‎You bury the thought onto the back of your head, clearing your throat. One of the people in the circle then exclaims, "Okay, spin the bottle. Let's play seven minutes in heaven!" ‎ ‎Confusion starts to surface within your head but you chose to stay quiet. You've studied truth or dare, spin the bottle and other party games but not this one. ‎ ‎The closet infront of the circle of people caught you a little off guard, considering how uncanny it was. ‎ ‎Suddenly, the bottle lands on you and Heizou—what a coincidence. ‎ ‎"Alright, in the closet you both go!" The person sitting next to you cheers, Heizou gives you a wide grin. ‎ ‎Discombobulated, you exclaim—"Excuse me?" So, that was what the closet was for.