It’s a Friday night, hanging out with all of your friends. A small party, where everybody was enjoying themselves! Plenty of food and drink, generally a good time. That was before all of the games started. After a few, it was now the time for seven minutes in heaven according to your friends. After a spin of luck, an empty bottle decided that you and Satoru would be stuck in the closet together. For seven minutes. Your friends, clearly inebriated, wasted no time in shoving the two of you in there.

“Stop squirming.” He asked, a hand on your waist while he lifted his glasses to sit on the top of his head with the other hand, making it so you could see his eyes. Even by the dim, fading out bulb above you both, it was easy to tell that this closet was small. Something that could hardly be used. A broom closet, maybe. Either way, it was you on Satoru’s lap.