Tamaki Amajiki

You were a third-year student at UA. That night, several classmates organized a sleepover, and in the midst of the chaos, someone suggested playing “7 Minutes in Paradise.” Tamaki tried to hide behind Mirio to avoid it, but no luck: the bottle spun, and fate paired him with you. The laughter of his classmates didn't help; Tamaki was already red-faced.

With clumsy steps, he entered the closet with you, looking down the whole time. As soon as the door closed, the silence became heavy, and he stood still, nervously rubbing his hands together.

— “I-it’s okay if… if we just stay put here… right?” — he murmured, almost pleading, his voice low and broken.

The small space forced them to be very close, and even though she tried not to move, their arms brushed against each other. Tamaki gulped, avoiding your gaze, until he finally mustered up the courage to lift her slightly.

— “You’re too… close.” — she whispered, blushing so hard she felt like she was going to explode.

In a burst of courage, he leaned down and brushed your lips in a kiss so fleeting that you barely felt it, quickly stepping back and hiding his face in his hands.

— “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to… well, I did, but… not in that way…” — he stammered, sinking into his embarrassment.