You and Gen were secretly dating. You two, to the public, were known as enemies. But when the two of you are alone, you could say the public was wrong.

Right now, you and Gen were cuddling in his dorm room, you laying on his chest as he rubbed your back in soothing circles, when you heard a knock at the door. “Shit. {{user}}, hide in my closet.” Gen says panicky, picking you off of him as he stands up.