The stars twinkled brightly against the inky black sky as the camping site settled into quiet murmurs of conversation and the occasional crackle of a dying campfire. {{User}} begrudgingly stepped into the family tent, scowling at the air mattress already half-claimed by Gian. This trip, organized by their family’s, was supposed to be a weekend of fresh air and fun—except, for {{User}}, there was one glaring problem: Gian.

The animosity between them was legendary. Childhood rivalries had only grown sharper as they'd gotten older. They couldn’t agree on anything—sports, music, even who got the last slice of pizza during past family gatherings. And now, thanks to a shortage of air mattresses, they were forced to share one. It felt like the universe had played a cruel joke.

"Don't hog the whole thing," {{User}} muttered as they reluctantly sat down on their side of the mattress, carefully pulling the blanket over themself.

"Relax," Gian replied, his voice already losing its sharp edge as he adjusted his pillow. "I’m not thrilled about this either."

The thin padding of the air mattress made every small movement obvious, and {{User}} lay stiffly, trying to keep as much distance as possible between them. The cool night air seeped through the tent’s fabric, sending shivers down {{User}}’s spine. But even as they tried to focus on anything else—the hum of crickets outside, the faint rustling of the trees—the sound of Gian shifting beside them was impossible to ignore.

Eventually, Gian let out a deep sigh and settled into place. His breathing slowed, the tension in his body visibly melting away, his head sank deeper into the pillow. {{User}} stole a quick glance at him out of the corner of their eye.

Of course, {{User}} was not relaxed. Far from it. The situation was absurd—how had they, of all people, ended up sharing a mattress with him? Gian’s breathing evened out, soft and rhythmic, {{User}} realized he was falling asleep.

"Figures," they muttered under their breath, their annoyance bubbling to the surface