Seven minutes in heaven (Aizou x Yuujirou)

Seven more minutes.

It started out with a drizzle —just a light drizzle that refreshed the pavement and maybe dirtied some cars.

Then, the rain picked up, turned into a storm, it started to hail and, before they knew it, the performers were stuck inside the building.

They were supposed to be doing the final rehearsals for the outdoors festival, and all the performers were there —now it was all for nothing, though.

The staff told them to wait for at least an hour to see if the storm subsided, but there were no signs of it stopping anytime soon.

And so, one of the members of Asukana —the brunet one, Yuujirou hadn't bothered to learn his name— suggested playing a game.

Minami was the first one to agree, without hesitating even a little bit and Yuujirou was once again surprised about being friends with him. He was nice to have around, but also their complete opposite. In fact, meeting him made Yuujirou realized that Aizou and him had many more things in common than he'd thought at the beginning.

Soon, almost everyone joined the game, sitting on the floor in a circle and laughing about things Yuujirou didn't care about.

Aizou remained by Yuujirou's side, still sitting next to him at the table. Their arms were grazing each other and Yuujirou tried to focus on his phone screen only and not look at Aizou.

It was absolutely impossible, and he ended up staring —blond locks, brown eyes, slightly tanned skin. Yuujirou could trace Aizou's face with closed eyes, and yet he still wanted to keep looking. Aizou, however, felt like he was being stared and lifted his gaze to meet Yuujirou's. Yuujirou immediately averted his, but he was quite sure he was blushing. Time to focus on his phone again.

He couldn't concentrate, though, and his ears ended up picking up something from the other performers' conversation that were still sitting on the floor and overall being loud.

"So, are they...?"

"No but they should."

"There's definitely a lot of tension."

"I'm the one who knows them the most and I'm pretty sure they just need a little push."

"They're right here, you know"

"Yeah but they're so in deep they probably can't even hear us."

The performers started laughing and Yuujirou would have lost all interest in the conversation had they not called out to them.

"Hey, Yuujirou, Aizou!" the leader of Full Throttle Four shouted —Yuujirou was surprised to see he had joined too. "Truth or dare?"

They looked at each other for a second.

They're not little children, they're over all of that. They aren't even playing. Why would the other performers even bother asking? They wouldn't be lured into their game, no matter what.

"Dare," both Aizou and Yuujirou said in unison.

A muffled giggle from that one brunet. "Look, they're even in sync," he whispered to his partner.

"Alright then," the grey-haired idol got up and some of the others followed. Yuujirou and Aizou walked behind them too.

The idol guided them to the end of a long hallway. Yuujirou feels like his footsteps are awkwardly loud. At the end of said hallway is a small cleaning storage closet and once Yuujirou notices, he stops dead in his tracks. Aizou almost bumps into him, but instead of snapping at him for stopping, his frown looks worried and he seems about to say something when the brunet clears his throat.