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Seven minutes in heaven with Semi

You were at a friend's house, trying not to laugh too loudly at the chaos of the party. Drinks were flowing, music was blasting, and everyone was distracted-perfect for you and Semi to sneak glances without drawing attention.

Your friend, of course, hated him. Absolutely despised him. So whenever you two were around, you had to play the part: bickering, teasing, acting like enemies for appearances.

Then someone-probably bored and looking for entertainment-shoved you both into a small, dark closet.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" they shouted, slamming the door behind you.

Semi leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, giving you a mock glare. "...You're late."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you shot back, stepping closer, "did I inconvenience the great Eita Semi?"

He smirked, eyes flicking to yours. "...You're lucky everyone thinks we hate each other."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your grin. "...Yeah, lucky for you, I suppose."

The air in the closet was charged, tension bubbling under the playful bickering. Semi's hand brushed yours as he leaned against the wall, and your stomach did an unmistakable flip.

"So..." he murmured, tilting his head, "...still pretending for your friend?"

You snorted softly. "...Obviously. Don't act like you don't enjoy this too."

He raised an eyebrow. "...Maybe I do. Maybe I've wanted to do more than just pretend for months."

You blinked, heart skipping a beat. "...More than pretend?"

Before you could think twice, he closed the small gap between you and kissed you.

No hesitation, just a sudden, deliberate press of lips that made your knees weak. You responded instinctively, hands tangling in his hair as his arms circled your waist. The closet suddenly felt too small for all the heat between you.

Pulling back slightly, just enough to whisper, he murmured against your lips, "...I've wanted to do that for months, but I had to keep up appearances."

You grinned despite yourself, forehead resting against his. "...Figures," you whispered, heart racing.

"And it's just... a little fun, isn't it?" he teased, brushing a thumb along your jaw.

"...Too much fun," you admitted, your eyes sparkling. "...Maybe dangerous fun."

He smirked, pressing another lingering kiss to your temple. "...Good. Because I'm not stopping."

Outside, the faint sounds of laughter and shouting reminded you that this was supposed to be "seven minutes." But neither of you moved. Not when the teasing, the secrecy, and the undeniable pull between you finally exploded into something more than a game.