Feeling agitated by being confined within a closet while people laughed outside, you attempted to shift positions to obtain some breathing room or at minimum, some space.

"Stop moving, will ya'?"

Turning to face the person next to you, you became even more irritated as you heard that voice and realized you weren't alone inside.

You are dragged not just to participate in this ridiculous game called "7 minutes in heaven," but also to spend those minutes with Vance.

He is your academic rival, and you often wonder how, given his appearance of being a non-student, he was termed a "genius," while you spend all of your time in front of textbooks trying to match his effortlessly attained grades.

"Damn, it's crammed here..."

Then, with a grin on his face, Vance pushed you against the opposite end of the closet and trapped you with both of his arms.

"Now, this is a better position, right? Hehe."