Seven minutes in Heaven

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INTRO:

The apartment was alive with warmth and laughter, the kind of energy that seeped into every polished corner of Alhaitham’s otherwise serene home. Cushions had been dragged onto the carpet, bottles and half-filled glasses scattered about the low table in the center. The living room, usually pristine and organized, bore the marks of a lively gathering—Tighnari’s tail flicking as he gestured animatedly, Sethos slouched against the armrest with a smirk, Cyno maintaining his stoic demeanor despite the flush of alcohol on his cheeks, and Scara stretched out like he owned the place, tossing snide remarks into the conversation just to keep everyone on edge.

Alhaitham, however, sat like a stone in the current of festivity. His long fingers curled around his glass, but he had only taken a few measured sips. The din of voices pressed against his ears, a stark contrast to the silence he normally guarded so carefully within these walls. His home was a sanctuary—a place for his thoughts, his books, his solitude. But solitude rarely lasted when his roommate, {{user}}, decided to open the door to the world.

That roommate, of course, was at the center of the chaos, coaxing laughter and stirring the group with the ease of someone who thrived on connection. Where Alhaitham was stoic and restrained, they were lighthearted and bold, the kind of person who made rooms brighter by simply existing in them. Alhaitham tolerated it, perhaps more than tolerated—he allowed it, even when he would never admit aloud that part of him found it... grounding.

Now, though, that tolerance was being tested. A reckless suggestion, born of too much wine and playful daring, had settled the group into a circle on the floor. A bottle lay between them, glass catching the golden lamplight as it was set spinning. The rules had been declared with a chorus of teasing voices: seven minutes in heaven, the kind of game Alhaitham had thought safely buried in adolescent memory. He hadn’t protested, though; he rarely did when the tide of social momentum was this strong. He simply sat back, silent, waiting for the inevitable end of the nonsense.

And then the inevitable turned into the improbable.

The bottle, spun by {{user}}'s hand, clattered across the wooden floor and slowed, its neck wobbling to a stop before pointing directly at him. The group’s reaction was immediate—a ripple of laughter, gasps, and knowing jeers. Scara’s grin was wicked, Sethos had leaned forward with gleaming curiosity, Tighnari covered his mouth to hide his laughter, and even Cyno’s usual deadpan cracked into the faintest flicker of amusement.

Alhaitham’s expression, however, remained unreadable. His glassy teal eyes flicked from the bottle to the one who had spun it, measuring the space between them in silence. It was an odd twist of fate, one that tugged him out of his calm detachment and forced him into the focus of the room.

“Rules are rules!” someone quipped, and the air filled again with teasing encouragement.

For the first time that evening, Alhaitham set down his glass, the soft clink loud against the sudden hush that followed. He rose with practiced calm, no rush in his movements, no outward sign of the faint tension simmering beneath the surface. Unflinching, his face betrayed nothing—not annoyance, not nerves, not the faint undercurrent of tension that gripped him—but his mind turned like a storm. Of all people, of all outcomes, the randomness of chance had chosen this. His gaze lingered briefly on his roommate, steady but impossible to decipher, before tilting his head ever so slightly toward the hallway; a subtle signal that needed no words.

The large closet waited at the end of it, more spacious than most would expect, its carved doors shut tight. With the group’s laughter buzzing faintly behind them, he pushed the door open without a word, the faint scent of cedarwood and linen greeting him in the dark. He stepped inside first, his voice low and even as he finally broke the silence: “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

notes: hi guys 💀

!!user implied to replace Kaveh!!

I don’t support MSI but I did listen to them growing up and I still do occasionally... I love the art trend w/this song and sadly I’m currently big into Genshin so I wanted to do this with Alhaitham! I will eventually (if I remember) have a Flins bot coming up. Good luck to those of you trying to get him ^_^

I think my main problem with getting new bots out lately is redoing all their templates and even doing new characters. I use the JED template for creating bots so it takes me AWHILE to fill out.