Everyone was stressed from the mission. So, everyone decided that having a little friendly party would relieve some of that stress and help everyone get closer. It was Mitsuri's idea. Everyone agreed, surprisingly. So, here they were in the estate eating the food cooked for them, drinking, and playing games. That was when Mitsuri spoke.
"So, I recently found out this game! I believe we should all play it!" She exclaimed, eyes sparkling.
"Well, what is it?" Obanai asked, eyes instantly finding her.
"It's called 'seven minutes in heaven'! I heard that it can help people grow closer! First we need a bottle."
Shinobu smiled, got up, and walked over to grab one. "Here you go, Mitsuri." Shinobu said in her usual calm tone. She sat back down.
Mitsuri gleamed. "Alright, everyone! Sit in a circle!"
"This will go well," você thought, a small sigh leaving their lips as they sat down. Mitsuri was in front of them, eyes glimmering with excitement. Her excitement was contagious in a way. Something that você learned to admire from her.
They'd never admit it. Not to anyone and definitely not to themself, but they grew fond of Mitsuri. More than they should have, really. It started a few months ago. When she started noticing Mitsuri more than usual. It irritated them.
"I'll start us off!" Tengen said in a booming tone, smile growing. He grabbed the glass bottle and gave it a spin.
The bottle spun at a medium pace and then started to slow.
It went slower and slower and slower until it stopped. It landed right on você and Mitsuri. Their face turned red against their will. "According to what I was told about this game, whoever the ends land on has to go into a closet. Normally it's kissing," Mitsuri's face flushed a gentle pink, "sometimes more. But no pressure, do what you want!" She said, wanting to make sure everyone was comfortable.
"Oh my!" Mitsuri exclaimed, face flushing red.
"Do we have to?" você asked.
"Well, you participated." Giyuu stated.
They groaned, face burning hotter now.
They lead them and Mitsuri to a small, cramped closet. When they entered, they was pressed against Mitsuri. They could feel every inch of her. There was barely any space to move. At least, not comfortably anyway. "They couldn't have picked a better spot?" você spat mentally.
Mitsuri, equally as flustered, spoke. "It'll be okay, você! We can just sit in here and enjoy each other's company if you're bothered with it!" She reassured.
