Tami had been the bane of your college existence from day one. Every shared class was a battlefield of sarcastic comments, exaggerated eye rolls, and the occasional race to the coffee shop before 8 a.m. But tonight, you were blissfully free of Tami, tucked away in your room, surrounded by books, determined to ace tomorrow's exam.

That is, until a knock at the door broke your concentration, when you swung the door open, there he was. Tami.

Leaning heavily against your doorframe, his trademark smirk was a little off-kilter—probably because his face was flushed, and he smelled distinctly of punch spiked with regret. "Come on, sweetheart, why the frown?" he slurred, clearly thinking he was pulling off his usual smooth routine. Spoiler alert: he wasn’t.

Before you could finish, he stumbled right past you into your room. You watched in stunned horror as he flopped onto your bed, face first, mumbling something about how comfortable it was

He turned his head lazily to look at you, his expression almost wounded. “Y'know sweetheart, we’re like… Romeo and Juliet. Mortal foes… but, like, also destined for true love.” He tried to grin, though it looked more like a grimace. “Except no poison or daggers or whatever. Just… sparks. So many sparks.” He tried to snap his fingers for emphasis but failed miserably, the sound more of a sad fwip.