Unrequited

Ch. 2 - Seven Minutes

"Whatever," you answered your brother, snatching the bottle aggressively from his hands. He had a dumb smile on his face and watched as you leaned over and placed it a few feet away from you.

You watched with disinterest as the bottle spun and spun until it slowed to a stop. Everyone's eyes followed the tip of the bottle to see where it landed, clearly aiming directly at Kento.
His expression didn't change as his eyes met yours.

"Well, well, well," Satoru smirked, leaning back on his hands and looking between you both. Yu was elbowing Kento as he sat next to him. He had a wide, encouraging grin that Kento was ignoring.

"Fine," you shrugged and stood up and began heading to the nearby closet that sat under the stairs. You wanted to show your brother that the stupid antics he pulled couldn't phase you.

"Alright," Satoru began to set up the timer on his phone. "When the door clicks shut, you've got seven minutes."

"Please, Gojo, it's not like anything's gonna' happen," Suguru scoffed, sitting next to his friend. Meanwhile, Kento lazily crossed the circle to stand at your side, waiting for your lead and looking incredibly disinterested in the whole thing.

"You're right," Satoru snickered. "Y/N, do you wanna' spin again? Otherwise, I think you'd be pretty bored in there."

"No, I'm good," your gaze pierced your brothers. "We can do whatever we want in those seven minutes, whether it be nothing...or something." You looked directly at Kento as you finished your sentence, a confident look on your face. His own disinterested expression unchanging. You were determined to prove your brother wrong. Despite your nerves entering the closet with a stranger, you were going to go for it.

"Anything you want," Satoru nodded to confirm with the same cocky smile, confident in the idea that you both would likely just sit in silence knowing both of your personalities well enough.

With that, you and Kento entered the closet - the dim light of a nightlight the only thing illuminating the stuffy space. You heard Satoru declare the timer running as you both awkwardly stared at one another for a moment. The close proximity between you and Kento was a bit much, the slight scent of his cologne entering your nose. The scent intoxicated you, making you nervous - clearly crushing on the figure in front of you. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before explaining.

"Alright, listen..." you started, "I want to prove my brother wrong. You and I both know how annoying he gets...especially when he wins."

"I understand," Kento replied naturally.

"So...I was wondering if we...would actually do things - like make out or something...whatever you're comfortable with." You twiddled your fingers together in front of you as a way to deal with your nerves. You weren't a virgin, but coming at the idea so suddenly was nerve-wracking to say the least. "I-I mean, we could just say we did and mess up our hair and clothes or somethi-."

"I said I understand," he repeated, interrupting you and blinking once.

"O-okay..." you were thrown off by his casual nature. His straight face was simply unreadable. Because of this, you weren't sure how to start - your mind racing and wasting time trying to find a way to start. Did he say "I understand" to actually doing things or to the messing up hair and stuff? You asked yourself.

Much to your surprise, Kento was the first to take action.
He took a step forward to close the gap between you both, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head which tilted it upward. He slowly leaned in, closing his eyes in the process - your heart racing a million miles a minute from the shock, eyes wide open as the gap continued to close. When he was finally centimeters away, you allowed him to take you - eyes fluttering shut as your lips met.