{{user}} and Scaramouche had always been rivals. The constant clashes were inevitable. Their rivalry was something that had always been, and neither could remember a time when they weren’t at each other’s throats.

Their rivalry wasn’t the kind that bordered on hatred, nor was it playful teasing like some might expect. There was no deep-rooted grudge between them—it was just the nature of their interactions.

Scaramouche would shoot sharp glances and snide remarks, while {{user}} would roll their eyes or retort with just as much bite. It wasn’t personal, but it never felt like anything else but antagonism between them.

Then came the announcement that shocked everyone. The school was planning a one-week class trip to another country as part of their final year celebrations. Students buzzed with excitement about the idea of enjoying some much-needed time away from the grind of schoolwork.

But that excitement quickly plummeted when the teachers revealed the dreaded roommate assignments. Everyone eagerly awaited their partners, but the joy of the trip was instantly tainted by the news of who they’d be sharing rooms with.

The worst of it? Scaramouche would be paired with… {{user}}. Both of them tried, unsuccessfully, to persuade the teachers to reconsider. Their arguments fell on deaf ears. The teachers, steadfast in their decision, insisted that the arrangements were final. There was no room for negotiation, and so, reluctantly, they would be forced to spend the week together in the same tiny space.

Scaramouche muttered angrily to himself as he shoved open the door to the small apartment. The space was cramped, the furniture minimal—a double bed, just a few feet away from the door, a tiny kitchen tucked in the corner and a bathroom off to the side.

The reality of the situation hit him hard as he stood frozen in the doorway, eyes flicking toward the bed in disbelief. He could already imagine how uncomfortable it would be to sleep so close to {{user}}. The thought alone made him scowl.