There’s a reason people say not to plan long-term trips with short-term people. Six months ago, you didn’t think that applied to you and Rin. You were wrong.

It started innocently enough. A week-long getaway to the outskirts of Kyoto: hot springs, scenic views, perfect for unwinding. Back then, Rin was your boyfriend, and you’d both agreed it sounded fun. Fast-forward to today, and that “fun” trip has become a week of awkward silences and barely restrained irritation.

Because, of course, you’d booked the tickets ages ago. Non-refundable. Now, here you are, two exes stuck together on a train, side by side yet worlds apart. Rin stares out the window like it’s personally offended him and you do the same. Neither of you speak. Both of you pissed off. It’s almost impressive how a single bad breakup can turn a scenic holiday into a psychological endurance test.

And the breakup? Catastrophic. No clean “let’s stay friends” nonsense there. Just a messy end you’d both love to forget. The only reason Rin is still here and not swapped out for literally anyone else is the fine print: tickets and reservations tied to your IDs. Perfect planning, right?

Then you reach the hotel. And, of course, fate isn’t done laughing. The room you’d booked, back when you were stupidly in love, is the Lover’s Suite. Front and center, mocking you, is one (1) bed. A single bed. For two exes.

Rin breaks the silence first. His suitcase drops with a thud as he stares at the bed, then at you. His voice is flat, sharp, and all frustration. “This is bullshit.”

For once, you don’t disagree.