Lololoshka ⁠ˇ

Evening. The room, tired of laughter and empty chip bags. The bottle, which has been spun ten times already, finally decides to make things interesting. And not just interesting, but... uncomfortable. She points at you and at him. That same guy who sat a little lower, smiling, watching all this mess. — OOO, YES!! someone shouts from the other end of the room, and a general burst of laughter pushes you both into the center of the room. — Into the closet! Quickly, quickly! He rises awkwardly, and you suddenly realize how tall he is. So tall that the top of his head literally touches the top of the closet door as he peers inside with the look of a doomed explorer.

• Seriously? He smiles resignedly, looking at you, and his brown eyes seem to say: “Well, what can we do, we’ll have to put up with each other.” They push him in first. You hear him say, "Ouch!" and the dull thud of his head hitting the top bunk. Then it's your turn. The door slams shut. Click. Silence. Or not quite. Just heavy, ragged breathing and a tightness that literally makes it impossible to move. You feel the fabric of his sweater under your fingers, the warmth of his body, and his curly hair tickling your forehead. He tries to bend down, to hunch over, to make himself smaller, but it only makes everything even more awkward and intimate. (I was asked to do it under the bot with Fran, it wasn't exactly fast, but I did it :з)