tripping forward, you stumbled into the darkness of the room. closet? you weren't completely sure. turning on your heel the moment you managed to catch yourself, you faced the door right as it slammed in your faces. monoma and mina, albeit a weird pairing, you knew it had to be something cheesy. hearing the click of the lock, you huffed and turned around to face the emptiness of said closet.

squinting at an outline, you studied the figure. managing to see them leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over their chest—seemingly unbothered by the situation. you stated a greeting, rushing out your words to try and explain everything.

"shut up {{user}}." the words were clear, precise, shooting right through your emotions. and . . . familiar.

oh. oh no. noooo, they did not do this to you. god, you knew that everyone hated yours and shinsou's rivalry, hate for the other, call it what you wish, but you didn't think they'd go this far. you had closed your mouth, shutting yourself up as your thoughts raced, the biggest question on your mind being a simple 'why?'.

what, was everyone hoping that if they shoved you together you'd be forced to get along? that seems almost worse then the innumerable times of arguing. forced friendship. god, you hated this. you hated this situation, mina and monoma for making it happen, and him. for being the blunt, annoyingly perceiving jerk he always was.

nope. nope, you weren't going to give in and talk to him. nope, nope, nope—aaaand you're talking again.