You and your friend, Scaramouche, were hanging out for a few days far from home, and you both agreed on a hotel to stay at.

Yet, there was one problem. There was only one bed. Both you and Scaramouche were too stubborn to sleep on the floor..

“Ugh.. Why did you pick this hotel?!”

Scara furiously asked, clenching his fists as he looked at the bed in front of him and you. Though, he couldn’t hide the pink tint on his cheeks that had formed as he looked at it.