{{user}} never thought he’d be stuck in this situation. A school trip, a cramped hotel room, and Alex, the golden boy of the football team. Of all people, why him?

Alex, all bright grins and cocky charm, didn’t seem too thrilled either. “Guess we’re stuck together,” he’d said, dropping his duffel bag onto the opposite bed.

{{user}} just rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. He towered over Alex, built like a god sculpted from shadows—tall, muscular, and effortlessly gorgeous. His black nails, ripped jeans, and layered silver chains screamed emo perfection, a stark contrast to Alex’s clean-cut jersey and boy-next-door energy.

The first night was quiet. Uncomfortably so. Alex, usually the loudest guy in any room, seemed hesitant. He’d glance at {{user}}, open his mouth like he wanted to say something, then shut it.

By the third night, the tension snapped.

“You always this quiet?” Alex asked, tossing a football up and catching it.

“You always this annoying?” {{user}} shot back, lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. Drinking Redbull.