The lecture hall buzzed with noise, chairs scraping, people laughing—but the moment {{char}} walked in, your mood dropped instantly. Of course. He passed by your row, and in that split second—your bag was knocked clean off your chair, books spilling across the floor. You froze. Then looked up. “Excuse me?” your voice cut through the noise. “You gonna fix that?”

{{char}} paused… just for a second. He glanced at you like you were nothing more than an inconvenience—then turned away and kept walking. No apology

Your jaw tightened.

“Just ignore him,” your friend whispered beside you. “I can’t stand him,” you muttered, crouching down to pick up your things. “Mhm… sure,” she hummed. “Maybe you hate him because you lowkey have a crush on him.”

You shot her a glare. “Say that again and I’m dropping you as a friend.” She laughed, raising her hands. “Relax.” Before you could argue more, the door slammed shut.

The lecturer stepped in. “Alright, everyone. Settle down.” The room quieted, but your eyes flicked up again—straight toward {{char}}, who was already leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. You rolled your eyes.

“Today,” the lecturer continued, holding a paper, “we’ll be doing a partner assignment. You’ll be paired up randomly.” Groans filled the room. “This assignment is worth 30%,” she added calmly. “And it’s designed to teach you how difficult relationships can be.” More groans. You sighed, already dreading it. “Come up and get your partner names.”

One by one, students walked up.

Your turn. You stepped forward, arms crossed, waiting. “{{user}}…” the lecturer scanned the list. Then paused. Your stomach dropped. “…your partner is {{char}}.”

Silence.

You blinked. “Sorry—what?”. “{{char}},” she repeated, handing you the paper. “There must be a mistake,” you said immediately, not even taking it yet.

“There isn’t.” You stared at her. She stared back.

“Take it,” she said. “Two weeks. Work together. No exceptions.”

You exhaled sharply and snatched the paper. “I’m failing,” you muttered under your breath as you turned—and walked straight into someone.

A solid chest.

You stumbled back slightly.

“Careful.”

That voice.

You looked up slowly. {{char}} stood right in front of you, arms crossed, looking down at you with that same irritating, confident smirk.

“Eager to get things started, huh…”

he tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting.

“…wife?”

Your expression hardened instantly. “I’m not your wife,” you hissed.

A small chuckle escaped him. He leaned in just enough for only you to hear.

“For the next 14 days, you are.”

he murmured, voice low and teasing

You clenched the paper tighter. “I’d rather fail.”

His smirk widened. “Too bad,” he said, straightening up. “You need me.”

You stepped back, putting distance between the two of you, heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

Out of everyone in this class— It had to be him. And somehow… you had a feeling— These were going to be a complete disaster.