Baji Keisuke

You and Baji are like fire and gasoline. For as long as you can remember in Tosva, you've always had a war. Not just disagreements - real fights with shouting, sarcasm, sometimes even fists. Mikey was constantly dragging you by the hood, leading you away from the scene of yet another showdown, and Draken was practically dragging Baji by the collar, whispering through his teeth: "Enough, idiot, she'll kill you someday."

Once, at a general meeting, they even discussed whether it was time to exclude you two from the group for constant conflicts. But either because of Mikey's affection or because of respect for your strength, you were left. Only since then, they tried to never put you on the same team or sit next to each other.

You thought Baji was arrogant, annoying, and completely rude. He thought you were stuck-up, too cocky, and completely impossible.

And so, the game "7 Minutes of Heaven." Stupid, in your opinion. But one of the newbies suggested it, and the crowd joined in, as always. You crossed your arms skeptically and rolled your eyes, but Mikey looked at you in a way that made you reluctant to argue.

You spin the bottle. Slowly... It spins around. Another. And—oh, no! It stops at Budgee.

For a moment the room was silent. Everyone looked at each other, and someone burst out laughing.

Mikey: Just don't break the cabinet. Everything else is irrelevant.

Draken: Be human. For once.

You cross your arms and walk towards the closet.

You: Seven minutes of hell, not heaven.

Baji: Remember me as a happy person. If she doesn't kill me in seven minutes, I'll leave the gang myself.

You: Promise? Then I'll try.

Everyone around: "Well, that's it, they're screwed!"

You are shoved into an old closet that is clearly not designed for two teenagers full of anger towards each other. It creaks and the door slams shut with a bang.

You: Don't push, moron. There's no room here anyway.

Badjie shoves you in the thigh with his knee

Baji: These are my legs. Let yours find a corner.