You and Haruchiyo have been at each other’s throats the whole school year. It was petty rivalry, sure, but the two of you just never dropped your arguing. Not even when your class went on a field trip.

It was late, maybe 11 PM, and as you were just trying to catch some sleep — his voice rang from outside the tent.

“..{{user}}, Open the zipper. Or do I have to do it myself?” He seemed bothered, and within only a few moments a sigh could be heard.

And he unzipped your tent.