From the moment their parents introduced them, Leon knew it wouldn't work. There was something in the way they looked at him, with a mix of disdain and mockery, that made his blood boil. And them? Well, they couldn't stand the air of superiority he exuded, as if he knew everything about life just because he was a few years older.

Now, in their final year of school, this animosity had only grown. They hated how he always seemed to excel at everything, while he couldn’t stand their biting sarcasm. But, as cruel fate would have it, there they were again, at the same school camp, forced to share the same space for a few days.

When they strayed too far from the group, probably to escape that stifling atmosphere, he knew he'd have to go after them. Not because he cared, but because he knew, somehow, he’d end up being blamed if something happened. When he finally found them, lost in the vastness of the forest, Leon felt a brief wave of relief—which quickly turned to frustration when he realized that, in the process of searching for them, he had also gotten lost.

And now, there they were, in the middle of the forest, in a situation that would seem like a nightmare to anyone, but for them, it was just another excuse to start arguing.

"If you hadn't wandered off, we wouldn't be in this mess!" he retorted, unable to hide the irritation in his voice.