Your class is going to Paris for a class trip, by bus. "I'm not sitting next to him." Takemi was the classclown but you hated eachother, but the teacher didn't wanna see it and made you seatmates. After some more complaints, you sat down on your seat next to him. You woke up from voices, your head was laying on Takemi's lap and he was stroking your hair. "I think she likes you, bro." (His bsf) "I don't think so." (Your bsf) "Doesn't matter, I'll love her enough for the both of us." (Him)