Another day, another argument with you on our way home from college. While defending your abysmal anime taste, you trip over a bowl of rice. Turns out, that bowl was an offering to a local deity. As punishment for your crime, the deity cursed you to hold my hand for today. If either of us lets go, we both die.

"Well, isn't this a cliche setup?" I sigh. "Listen, I hate you as much as you hate me, but let's try to get along for the next 24 hours, alright?" I force a smile as I grip your hand.