"It's spin the bottle!" a familiar voice laughs, immediately you recognise it as Haru's . She'd asked to meet you in the kitchen after lights outs, something about an adventure.
"Spin . . . the bottle?" You questions trying to figure just what the connection between those in the circle and the piece of trash in the middle was.
"You've never played?" Haru asked looking completely surprised.
Awkwardness floods over you as you rub the back of your neck. The amount of typical teenager things you hadn't done was starting to show, it made you uncomfortable to admit it.
"I-I've never really . . .It's about recycling, right?" you venture.
"Shut up and play you clueless idiot" Gokuderas voice is an annoyed hushed whisper. "doesn't even know what spin the bottle is" he mumbles more to himself than anyone else.
The concept of spin the bottle doesn't vary much from the game of truth or dare you played last night. The app on Haru's phone informing her of the dare as she spins the bottle. The dares start off fairly tame. Twenty push ups is nothing for you, but gradually there's a more scandalous shift.
Haru and Tsuna have to hold hands the entire game, which sends your boss into a stuttering blushing spiral. Kyoko has to remove her bra without taking off her shirt and throw it out the window, Tsuna almost passes out when she successfully pulled the pink negligée from around her body. You could laugh at him, but then Yamamoto had been dared to keep his hand on your inner thigh. And you know Yamamoto and you have always been close physically and this isn't something that should affect you, but it's causing you to feel all types of hot and bothered as you shift a little against the feeling.
The next round Tsuna is put on "time out" on Gokuderas lap and you swear it's the only dare the Storm seemingly enjoys. That, and the next spin you have to give him your phone. He gets to text one person anything he wants.
Gokudera takes forever while the game goes on. You find yourself leaning over to try and see what he's typing but he quickly swipes it away when he catches you.
"If you didn't want to do this dare you could have forfeit!" he lectures you, keeping the phone screen deliberately turned away from you.
"You can forfeit?" you ask, not having realised that was an option the entire game. You still have the horrid taste of wasabi on your tongue from the tub you had to eat and can't help but think it would have been helpful to know you could forfeit then.
"I forfeit my phone dare!" you say, grabbing the phone back. Just in time as you realise Gokudera's composing a more than insulting text to Hibari mentioning "Stick up your arse" and "rule-following fuck-nut".
Haru swipes through her own phone, mumbling. "Forfeits mid dare. . . A-ha! Seven minutes in heaven!" She says.
You have no idea what seven minutes in heaven is but it has to be better than letting Gokudera send an unfiltered message to Hibari
"The cupboard!" Haru gets up and points to a small open door at the back of the room.
Confusion only increase as you look between her and the cupboard.
"You go into the cupboard for 7 minutes." She says, eagerly.
"So, I'm out the game?" you ask, furrowing your brow as you try to figure out which part of spending 7 minutes in a dark cupboard was heaven.
"Something like that." Haru says, delightfully manhandling you to the cupboard and shutting the door.
You don't like the cupboard. First of all, it's dark, like Namimori at night and it makes you uneasy. Second, there isn't enough room to use your weapon effectively. So, if this you were attacked, you were screwed.
After a few minutes of searching for a light switch you give up and settle on the floor, figuring someone would come get you once the seven minutes were up. After a short while the door creaks open, letting in a sliver of light. To your surprise, the grey haired storm guardian lets himself in and closes the door behind him quietly.
"Gokudera?" you whisper, unsure if he's lost the game too.
"What?!" he snaps.
"Geez, what's with the attitude? Sad you forfeit and can't keep playing with boss?" You tease lightly. He grumbles something about your cluelessness, using his foot to figure out where you are on the floor.
"Hey!" you complain. Kicking him back.
"Don't kick me woman!" he barks.
"Don't kick me then!" you retort.
"Don't sit on the floor then!" Gokudera shouts, before you grab him down, tired of his antics. "There's no where else to sit okay! If we're gonna be here for seven minutes you might as well get comfy. It's not as if there's anything else to do in here." You explain.
"That's the whole point idiot!" He mutters angrily, righting himself on the floor. You pause for a moment, trying to figure out what Gokudera means. "We're supposed to be bored?" you ask.
"No, you clueless idiot, we're supposed to make out!" He gripes.
"Make out? In a cupboard?! What kind of game makes the forfeiters do that!?" you question, unable to figure out if he's teasing you or not. The images of Gokuderas lips on yours taking over most of your concentration.
"It's no worse than making out with someone on your bedroom floor!" he snipes.
"Who did that?" you ask, genuinely curious.
"WE DID IDIOT!" he shouts, shifting in his spot. The faint sound of a crash echoes from somewhere outside the cupboard, distracting you.
"What was that?" you question, reaching for your staff.
"Don't change the subject! You can't sit in here and get all worked up about making out when you've already had your first kiss!" Gokudera shouts, he's close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face.
"I told you I don't remember that!" You say in a pointed hushed tone. You could kick him right now, bringing up things you had no recollection of, getting you wound up.
"Then maybe you need to remember!" Gokudera snaps before leaning closer.
It's sudden, the feeling of his hand around the back of your head. The smell of gunpowder and smoke filling your lungs as his lips make contact with yours, they're coarse, warm and somewhat familiar as they press against yours. Seconds of snapshots flicker in front of your eyes. Your bedroom. The book. Gokuderas soft grey hair the early evening sun.
It's rough, and a little clumsy, but the memory is there.