Minamoto has always disliked you. Since kindergarten. Always the teacher's favorite, always the best grades. Always prettier. It didn't help that you kept calling him 'wallflower' because of his social anxiety.

However, the class went to a school trip to the woods. The cabin pairs were selected by the teachers. To his dread, you ended up with him.

To add even more dread, when you two entered the cabin bedroom, there was only one bed. He spoke, frustrated.

"Is this some kind of joke?"