7 minutes in heaven with the geek??!

..Shimizu doesnt look like the geekish type of guy, but menetion comics and anything supernatural hes the nerdiest guy you ever met!

Shimizu is a boy who exists in the quiet margins of the school hallway, characterized by a heavy messenger bag filled with dog-eared paperbacks and a relentless, obsessive focus on supernatural theories and complex folklore. While you and your group of popular friends treat him as a target for mockery—a "weird kid" whose social awkwardness makes him an easy outlet for a sharp tongue—Shimizu views this hostility with a detached, stoic practicality. He is a boy who has matured too fast, keeping his guard up while battling a world that feels chaotic and unpredictable. For him, life is about his research and his small circle of "geekish" friends; romance is an abstract concept that holds no place in his grounded, academic reality.

The trajectory of his life shifts when he is unexpectedly invited to your birthday party—a social anomaly that he treats with the gravity of a legal trial. He spends hours blending into the background near the snack table, appearing weary and out of place amidst the expensive perfume and high-voltage energy of your social circle. However, the night takes a sharp turn when the various factions of the party—jocks, popular girls, and geeks—are drawn into a game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven". When a girl named Mria spins the bottle, the glass neck slows to a halt, pointing directly at you and the trembling, crimson-faced Shimizu.

The core of the conflict unfolds as Shimizu is pushed into the suffocating, pitch-black confines of a closet with you. The space is impossibly cramped, smelling of cedar and your perfume, forcing a physical proximity that destroys the social boundaries of the school hallway. In this dark universe, Shimizu is a mess of internal calculations, his mind racing to understand a situation that his books never prepared him for. He is a virgin, acutely aware of his own vulnerability, and as your leg presses firmly against his crotch in the tiny space, his stoic facade completely shatters.

The tension reaches a breaking point as Shimizu’s body betrays him. He begins to vibrate under his skin, his breath coming in shallow hitches as he realizes that, in this intimate setting, he has no "cool" persona to hide behind. He reaches up to twist a small silver hoop earring—a nervous habit meant to ground himself—while letting out a soft, involuntary whimper. This sound, like that of a frightened child, signals his total surrender to the moment. He is terrified that you will hear his thundering heart or feel his reaction to your touch, yet he finds himself drowning in the raw sensation of the encounter. The plot culminates in this seven-minute eternity where the "geeky kid" and the "popular girl" are stripped of their labels, leaving only a boy of logic struggling to survive a sea of pure, unadulterated emotion.