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Kasayomi - Truth or Dare

Class bonding exercises sucked, in Nikei's opinion. He had only heard of them as icebreakers that the school would do to force children to interact with each other despite being put through a mill grinder, but they had stayed in every version of school through the years. He guessed that it was because teachers wanted students to go through the same torture they went through.

But when the teacher told them to do icebreakers and went away, Setsuka pushed them all into doing truth or dare. Everything was stiff and a little awkward at first until Syobai dared Hibiki to order him a pizza, and Mikado nearly got into a fistfight with him for not asking the wizard to make one for free.

That's when everyone realized that nothing was off the table, and began asking or daring people to do the funniest shit they could think of. Setsuka dared Yuri to chug a big glass of sake, Kanade dared Hajime to put on a shirt, Nikei dared Mikado to slap Teruya with a hand covered in flour, and Yoruko dared Emma to put her most embarrassing photo of her as her twitter's profile picture.

But their truths were just as crazy too. Setsuka asked Hibiki how many boyfriends she had, though the vocalist had turned out to always be single since her crushes either went missing or died; Kanade was asked by Yuki who she'd prefer to kiss in the room and replied with Sora, then went and kissed the white-haired girl so no one would dare her to kiss Sora later.

"Alright, Iroha. Truth or dare?" Kokoro asked.

"Um, truth..." the painter hesitantly chose. 

"What's the biggest lie you ever told?"

"Um, I told Hajime that it wasn't me that put chili flakes in his protein powder."

Hajime rushed to stand up, shouting, "You did WHAT?!"

"It's Nikei's turn," Sora interrupted, clapping her hands together. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" the journalist eagerly exclaimed, ready to join in on the shenanigans his classmates were all doing.

"I dare you to go into that cleaning closet with Shinji," she declared, pointing to a small little portable cabinet nearby. 

"Can Shinji even fit in that?" Nikei wondered. "Even if we take out all of the cleaning supplies and shelves, it might not be enough..."

"Well, let's find out." Shinji got to his feet and removed the cleaning supplies and shelves himself, then somehow managed to squeeze himself in. "Looks like there's a little bit of room left, but only at the top. I think I'll need to carry Nikei into this thing for him to fit in here with me.

The firefighter got out of the cleaning closet and picked Nikei up, holding the journalist to his chest as they managed to fit inside. The others closed the door and shut them inside, and Nikei began to incoherently grumble as he was being held up.

"So, how long do we have to stay like this?" Nikei questioned. He heard no answer from the outside. "Well, since we've fit into the stupid thing, let's get out now."

Shinji tried to push open the closet, but the door would budge at all. "It's locked?!" the firefighter exclaimed. "Oi! Let us out of here!"

"Goddammit! Now we're stuck in this thing!" the journalist tried to struggle and push the door open from his position, even pounding on it with his fists, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey, use your muscles and get us out!"

"I can't, the space is too small. I can barely move as is," Shinji sighed. "Well, I guess we're stuck here for a while- Woah?!" 

Shinji shouted as the men felt the cabinet being lifted up and carried somewhere. "What the fuck is happening?!" Nikei shrieked, grabbing onto Shinji and holding onto him for dear life. "Don't let go of me!"

"I won't, don't worry!" he assured, trying to stay balanced in the moving cabinet. 

The cleaning closet kept moving, but even when it was put down somewhere with a jarring halt, the feeling of whatever it was standing on moving couldn't be disputed. After a while, which involved Nikei whimpering and holding onto Shinji, the surface moving stopped, and their prison was carried again, though the process was slower this time. 

Finally, the closet was put down, and the door opened. Nikei scrambled out of Shinji's arms and onto the ground if the classroom with no regard to his own safety. "What the fuck was that?!" the journalist shouted.

"We put you guys on a truck and drove you around the city," Setsuka giggled. "We got Syobai, Ra-ra, and Mak to lift you guys!"

"Not cool..." Shinji murmured with a blushing face as Nikei screamed obscenities at the others.