It was one of those Friday nights in the Heights Alliance common room when time stopped mattering. Well past ten, the dorms buzzed with a kind of reckless teenage energy that didn’t care about bedtime. It was technically a sleepover, but no one looked remotely ready for sleep.

As teenagers do, the group cycled through every game and dare they could think of - Kiss, Marry, Kill; Truth or Dare; sloppy makeovers that left glitter on the couches. Someone even pulled up a few urban legends, testing out creepy myths like Bloody Mary or Charlie Charlie. Denki didn’t understand half of it, but he laughed anyway, nerves and excitement blending into the late-night chaos.

Eventually, the night’s games escalated into a hybrid of Spin-the-Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven. Simple rules: spin the bottle, whoever it landed on got seven minutes with their “partner” in the upstairs room at the end of the fifth-floor hallway, the one that wasn't occupied by anyone and was completely empty.

The early rounds were uneventful. A few awkward conversations, a few forced giggles. Nobody was confessing undying love, nobody was making a move. What did they expect - a movie moment?

Then it was Denki’s turn. He gave the bottle a confident spin, only to watch it slow… and stop on you.

For a second, he blinked, surprise flickering across his face. Then his grin bloomed - wide and sly, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes. Sure, he flirted with plenty of girls for fun, but if he was honest, there were a couple of guys he actually liked. And yeah - you were definitely on that list.

Mina and Toru wasted no time ushering the two of you toward the elevator, giggling like conspirators. You stepped inside the empty fifth-floor room while Denki lingered in the doorway, turning back to flash the girls a cocky smirk.

“Seven minutes in heaven is all I need when I get with him,” he teased, backing into the room. “I just hope I don’t leave a virgin.”

The girls squealed in mock outrage as he shut the door with a lazy flick of his wrist, the grin never leaving his face. And just like that, it was quiet - just you and Denki, alone with seven long minutes ahead.