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✎﹏ kyoka jirou feels unable

to spend seven minutes in heaven.

poor girl. i wonder how she developed

this fear of the darkness.

nyctophobia.

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✦ time taken:

៚ one day

✦ writing status:

៚ done

✦ apps used:

៚ google docs

✦ other stories:

៚ tale of a copycat.

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✧ "I propose that we all play a game!"

A pink-haired female shouted earning all eyes to land on her. Each student had quite a puzzled representation upon their faces. Though that was only their main thought for the few seconds that everyone remained silent. Some had a gaze of enthusiasm as they pondered what game she was going to propose that they played. Instead, an uncomfortable silence lingered within the air as they continued their wait.

"Spit it out raccoon eyes, what fuckin game are we gonna play?!"

The normally loudest of the group demanded. His patience had been growing lower and lower by the second. It had been obvious that he had no sort of interest in participating in some "normal" activities with his classmates. They both locked eyes for a few seconds while the acid wielder's expression slowly shattered into a pout. Her fists were balled up and it seemed as if she was going to be on the verge of tears. Realizing the situation, the ash-blonde dropped the scowl on his complexion and shook his head.

Taking deep breaths, Ashido was prepared to put on a show. They both came to a consensus that he was no longer going to name her by that bothersome sobriquet. Involuntarily neglecting that agreement, he realized she was going to make him apologize by painting him as the bad guy in front of all his classmates. It was rather clear that a majority of them never took a liking to Bakugou. Making him out to be the bad guy wasn't going to be so difficult. All she had to do was let a few tears drizzle down her cheeks and off went the fireworks.

It was like a game that they played. Whenever he called her by that unwanted name, she'd give him a time limit to apologize. If he failed to do so, she'll simply turn the entire class against him. Of course, she thoroughly thought it all through. In the end, she always managed to win. Her eyes began to well up fake with tears and a few of their classmates started to catch on when she let out an anguished whimper. Growing discouraged, Bakugou let out a huff and squeezed his eyes closed. Equipping himself with the guts to speak the words he hated dearly, he didn't want his reputation to lower drastically simply by making his best friend cry.

"Okay, fuck! I'm sorry."

"Hmmm? What'd ya say? I didn't hear you."

"I said I'm sorry! Now can you please tell us what game we were about to play?!"

Smiling victoriously, she stared at him with a goofy grin on her face. He recognized it and he could tell that she had just been toying with him. It was like he had been nothing but an entertaining game to her. Letting out a low growl, he watched as she placed her hands on her hips, keeping that cocky grin plastered on her face simply just to annoy him further.

"Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Only seconds ed before the room was filled with exaggerated coughing. Everyone turned to the source and she stared back at their faces awkwardly. Darting her eyes around the room at the select few people who ed in on the small gathering Mina set up, Jirou let out a small cough indicating that her coughing fit was done with. Standing up inelegantly, she looked at Ashido with dismay spelled out within her purple hues. Stumbling slightly she placed her hands behind her back before redirecting her eyes.

"Uh. Isn't that the game where you go into a closet with somebody for seven minutes?"

"Mhm! What about it?"

Mina merrily answered while clasping her hands together. Jirou cursed inside of her mind making the expression to go with it. Shaking her head to Mina's question she sat back down and everyone's attention turned away from her except for one female. Concern laced her attitude as she gazed at the musician who kept her eyes glued to the floor.

"Okay then! Let's get started!!"

And so, the night continued on. Using a bottle to decide who went with who inside of Ashido's closet, everyone seemed quite relaxed. Enjoying themselves felt well deserved. This was Mina's intention. Everyone has been through an unreasonably amount of bullshit lately. It was unfortunate that a few of their classmates decided that they didn't want to , but either way, the bonding time was going wonderful for everyone who made an appearance.

Not much really happened when two students made their way into the closet. Possibly a few ships have sailed, but nobody else was going to have a way of knowing that. Each and every one of them agreed that what happens in that closet, stays in that closet. It's no one's business unless you slipped up and got too loud for everyone to hear. Overall, everyone was enjoying their stay except for one of the girls in the room. It was none other than Kyoka Jirou.

While sitting on one of Mina's bean bags, she anxiously bounced her knee while doing her best to not pay any interest to the ongoing game. But she couldn't help it. Luckily, the bottle hasn't landed on her once this entire time. But if it so much as stops in between her and the person seated next to her, plenty of things could go wrong. Twiddling with her thumbs, there was only one person in this room who had picked up on her silent panicking.

"Kaminari and Jirou! You guys are up!"

A feminine voice chirped out causing Jirou to snap out of her thoughts. Her eyes frantically flickered around the room clearly perplexed. Allowing herself to calm down, she ed the environment that she was in and started to recall the situation at her feet. Her eyes then fell onto the bottle in the middle of the circle she was currently seated in. Only moments later, did her eyes widen and her vision disfigured. Blinking repeatedly her hands started to tremble.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Went her heartbeat against her chest as it only picked up speed. Thickly swallowing the saliva that formed in her mouth, the sound of her classmates were unhurriedly starting to diminish. The bottle had landed on her. From what she heard earlier, it also landed on Kaminari. The problem wasn't who she was being forced to spend time with in the closet. It was the broad fact that she had to sit in that closet for seven minutes. The door needed to be closed shut, and the aching silence from the other standpoint was inevitable. To put it into simpler , she was scared.

"How about I go into the closet with Kyoka instead?"

A female voice spoke up above the rest. It was a voice of elegance and perfection. Everything Kyoka thought she was the opposite of. It was calming and familiar, someone that she knew for a fact she was going to be able to trust. As the sweat rolled down the side of the forehead, she slowly shifted her gaze to the source. In front of her stood a confident posture yet a gentle smile. That hand was extended to her practically begging for her to take it, yet every voice screamed at her not to go.

Just like Bakugou, Jirou had a character to maintain. The female couldn't simply allow her pragmatic appearance to reduce to not but a faint memory due to everyone finding out about such a childish fear. Finding the lingering bravery that was soon to fade, she used it to get the strength and take Momo's hand. After the ravenette helped her stand up, they made their way into the closet. Doing her best to push away the voices shouting at her to stop walking, she egged them on by taking every step into that dark and confined space with someone she trusted.

After hearing the door shut behind her, she dropped to her knees and clenched her fists. Her breathing began to grow uneven as her eyes darted around, searching for any beam of light to come to her rescue. Letting the tears roll down her cheeks, she had neglected the truth that someone was inside of the closet with her. Not just any person. It was Momo Yaoyorozu. Someone she counted on. She was reminded of that fact once she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay now. I won't let anything touch you, okay?"

"Y-You won't?"

She gasped out in an almost inaudible murmur. A moment of silence ed until she no longer felt the hand in comfort upon her shoulder. Preparing to freak out once more due to Momo not answering her, her body tensed up. But then she noticed sparkles. Familiar sparkles that she's rarely gotten to see. Seconds sooner, the click of a button filled her ears and finally, a light shun throughout the closet. Flinching, she looked behind her in order to gaze at that luxurious and fluffy ponytail, actuality hit her when she realized, she could see. Momo made a flashlight.

"I promise that I won't."

The female assured with a delicate smile. Staring at the affluent girl in each and every subject, Jirou felt that she was found but furthermore put below the female in a way. However, she pushed those thoughts to the furthest part of her mind as Momo wiped the tears off of her cheeks. Shining the flashlight in the middle of them, she made it to where Jirou could actually see her surroundings. Gulping lightly, Jirou took a chance and jumped forward into Momo's arms who took no time to return the embrace. Nobody was going to find out about the girl's weakness, not for now anyway. They just had to sit in that dark space for seven minutes with nothing but each other. ✧

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