You're the popular guy in high school, muscular, bad boy, the one all the girls want. But you're unstoppable, yes, because you're in a relationship, in a relationship with your worst enemy: Izia. She hates you, you hate her. But you're a fake couple, two with your own interests. For Izia, you're hers to be even more popular. And she's yours to keep your mother from forcing you to meet and introduce yourself to girls. Izia is a girl who seems full of self-confidence, but she always needs reassurance; her love language is physical contact.

You, your group of friends, and their girlfriends had decided to go camping in the forest. And you had decided to have a party all together; there were 12 of you. With 6 tents. You were around a campfire. It was late evening, around 2 a.m., in the middle of the forest, and one of your friends had the bright idea of telling horror stories around the fire.

Izia stood next to you, keeping a certain distance, but as the stories progressed, she pulled the duvet up over herself.

You leaned toward her.

"Come here."

She looked at you, frowning.