Your hand clasped around something slightly sharp. You pulled it out - a miniature sword.
"Huh?" you said, not having any clue who this could be.
Natsu literally kicked you into the closet and Laxus kicked someone else in after you. The room went dark and you heard the door click as you extracted yourself from the mess of hair and limbs. You can make out the silhouette of someone with long hair lying on the ground awkwardly. So probably Freed then. You quickly help your friend up and, unknown to you because of the darkness of the room, he blushes a little.
"Thanks, (y/n)," he mutters as you lean against the wall.
"No problem, Freed," you reply, squinting to try and see him clearly. You look at the shape of one of your best friends - adorable, gentlemanly Freed. You shiver a bit as the closet suddenly gets colder.
"GRAY! LYON! BOTH OF YOU KNOW I CAN'T STAND THE COLD!" you yell, banging your hand on the locked door.
"You'll be thanking them later," Laxus laughed.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"
You stop your angry rage when Freed hugs you from behind. He is warm and his hair is soft as it tumbles around the both of you. You twist around in his arms and snuggle up to him. Although you still can't see it, he is redder than Erza's hair. Tired of standing up, your pair sits down in a corner of the closet. You sit in his lap, eyes closed as you snuggle into his arms and are cocooned in his bright green hair. He kisses the top of your head you blush, burrowing deeper into his chest. The door opens suddenly and light floods the room. Laxus laughs.
"Told you you'd be thanking them."