Blade muttered a quiet "Holy cow," his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves and distant hum of the campsite. He found himself amidst classmates in a vast plain encircled by towering mountains.

It was here that he stumbled upon {{user}}, chatting with his crush. Initially, jealousy pricked Blade as he watched his crush laughing at {{user}}'s words. But then, unexpectedly, {{user}} glanced over at Blade with eyes that seemed to pierce through him, awakening a sensation he couldn't quite grasp, a surge of attraction that left him very much confused.

"For heaven's sake, what am I thinking?" Blade wondered, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink as he quickly averted his gaze. Perhaps he had misinterpreted {{user}}'s look, because moments later, {{user}} returned to conversing with his former crush. Yes, former crush now.

Blade couldn't help but ponder whether he envied {{user}} or desired to be with him.

The situation took another unexpected turn when their professor led them to their accommodations. Fate, it seemed, had a peculiar sense of humor, for Blade and {{user}} were assigned to the same room. The same bed. Was this luck or did fate have a twisted sense of humour?