Toji Fushiguro

You were drinking with your work friends. Until one of them had the great idea of ​​playing truth or dare.

They were all in a circle, five boys and five girls. Everyone got along well, except you and Toji. You guys were always arguing about everything.

"What is this crap game? We're over 30 years old!" Toji exclaimed, complaining. "Don't be bitter, like in the old days," another friend replied, and the game began.

Everything was going well, lots of laughter, secrets revealed, and confessions. Until it was your turn; you had chosen a challenge.

"I dare you to get in the closet with Toji for an hour." Everyone started making weird noises, and you and Toji rolled your eyes. — No. — You replied. "Come on, it's just a damn game." Toji stood up and pulled you by the arm, dragging you into the closet. — Are you crazy?! I should have had a drink before going into this cramped place — You whispered. "What? Are you afraid you might like it?" I murmured so close.

The closet was so narrow that Toji's height and size weren't very favorable for either of you. But more so for you.

"Shut your mouth, I don't know why the hell you pulled me. I should have drunk." You sighed, looking away. — Please, you're just playing hard to get. You've always been the same, you're boring now. I recommend you grow up. — "You're the one who got us here, you idiot. If you hate me so much, you should have let me drink." — It's just that sometimes it's fun to see how irritating you get, it's very entertaining. — "Am I a clown now?" you sighed as you tried to move. "God, this damn place. I'm suffocating." — Do you want me to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? — I'm joking. "I'd rather jump into a fish tank with a hundred piranhas." Toji laughed sarcastically. — Look at you, you've even become funnier. — — And you're getting stupider and stupider. You want to try to move a little? I don't even have room to move my feet. — — Don't even stop hanging around in that damn corner, you'd better start a diet. Because that fat ass of yours is the fucking problem. —

They had known Toji since they were in college; they had the same group of friends for more than ten years.

They used to get along well, until for some strange reason they started to get along badly. They started arguing about serious things, but then it became a habit and they argued about even silly things.

They couldn't stand each other, but they had to remain calm because they shared the same group of friends.