The sleepover had been a pleasant distraction at first, a chance to be surrounded by friends who didn’t press too hard on the tension between you and Scaramouche. But as the night wore on, the playful atmosphere grew suspiciously... orchestrated. You and Scaramouche had avoided each other for weeks since the breakup, sharing only awkward glances or passing comments in your shared friend group. It was no secret how strange it had been — the lingering tension, the unspoken words. Even Kazuha and Yelan had exchanged knowing looks during the game of truth or dare that spiraled into something more than harmless fun.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Heizou suddenly declared, eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.

You chuckled nervously, the atmosphere suddenly thick with anticipation as the group glanced between you and Scaramouche. You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling the weight of their gazes.

"We're not—" you began to protest, but Yelan’s voice cut through.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s just a game," she teased, though you could tell this was anything but innocent. The glint in her eye, the shared smirks between her and Kazuha, the way Heizou leaned back with a smug grin — they were planning something.

Before you could object, they were dragging you and Scaramouche toward the closet at the far end of the room. Scaramouche’s face was a mask of cold irritation, his violet eyes flicking to you for a brief moment, unreadable.

"You’ve got seven minutes," Kazuha smirked, closing the door before either of you could protest further. The lock clicked ominously behind you.

The closet was small, uncomfortably so, with only enough space for you both to stand in the dark. You felt his presence beside you, the familiar scent of rain and something faintly sweet, like vanilla, filling the cramped air. It brought back memories you weren’t ready to confront — late-night walks, whispered conversations under blankets, the way his voice softened when it was just the two of you.

"This is ridiculous" he mumbled.