𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝘴. 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰

006

(~￣▽￣)~ — chapter six
"spin the bottle"

      "I'M BORED. I WANNA PLAY a game."

      Hiyori was drunk. Actually, the entirety of the first years were drunk — excluding Fushiguro, he was only a little bit tipsy and refused to let himself go any further. Lighthearted giggles escaped their systems, conversations were flowing back and forth. No one felt awkward, they were all diving into many great stories of their lifetimes.

For the first time in a long time, Hiyori felt like nothing was weighing her shoulders down.

Hiyori laughed, "So, what kind of games do you suggest playing then, Nobara?"

"Seven minutes in heaven?" The brunette aimlessly suggested, the words rolling off her tongue were slightly muddled together. Her cheeks were flushed red, a sly, tipsy smile crossing her face.

"That's so middle school," Yuji commented, and then he brought his index finger and thumb to bury his chin into — his eyes were furrowed together in concentration. "Ooh, what about truth or dare?"

"Oh, yes Yuji, that's definitely not what we played in middle school," Hiyori playfully patted the pink-haired boys back. "News flash, we did."

Yuji had a slow reaction, "Whaaaaat."

"You're funny," Hiyori chirped, her eyes were crinkled as she grinned from ear to ear at her best friend.

Fushiguro had finally decided to speak up in the conversation, his voice was thick, "Well, why not just do something simple, like spin the bottle."

"I don't hate that idea," Hiyori pointed both index fingers in Fushiguro's direction, like finger guns. The raven-haired man simply just clicked his tongue. "Any objections?"

Kugisaki's hand blasted into the air almost immediately, like her teacher asked a question she without doubt and confidently knew the answer to. Fushiguro deadpanned at her, "You do realize this is not a classroom and you don't have to raise your hand."

"Oh," Kugisaki pouted her lips out in Fushiguro's direction, it almost made him grimace. "As long as I don't have to kiss Yuji or Fushiguro, I'll play."

"You kiss whoever the bottle lands on, dummy! Or maybe if you refuse, you take a shot or something," shrugged Hiyori, her hands resting dramatically on her hips as she withheld her echoing laughter. "You're the one who suggested a game, don't blame us."

"Shut up, Yori!" Kugisaki's groaned, she didn't even want to peel open her eyes to glance at either of the boys in fear she would manifest the reality of kissing them because of some dumb fake to life. She suddenly regretted even suggesting the idea of a drinking game in the first place. "We'll add the shot rule, then. Because there's no way in hell I'm kissing one of them."