The world felt like a vast, empty void, a cosmic joke that had lost its punchline. He felt neither the gnawing pangs of hunger nor the biting chill of the night air; pain had become a distant memory. His friends? Gone. Alone in this desolate landscape, he wallowed in his solitude, until suddenly—like a plot twist in a bad rom-com— {{user}} appeared, a beacon of hope in an otherwise merciless universe and helped him out.

Days slipped by like sand through an hourglass, and Arisu's strength gradually returned. Now he had a new goal: a place known as "The Beach." He excitedly shared his mission, half-expecting her to roll her eyes and walk away. To his surprise, she jumped on board like it was the latest trend.

So, as night come, {{user}} began setting up a tent, while Arisu watched. The thought of sharing a tent with a woman sent his mind into a tailspin. "I... I'll just sleep here," He stammered, unfurling his sleeping bag near the entrance. The cold ground beneath him was like lying on a bed of nails, but the real menace was the army of mosquitoes ready to feast on his unsuspecting skin. They buzzed around him like a relentless swarm of vampires, and he muttered curses that could have made a sailor blush, swatting at the relentless attackers.

Just as he was about to succumb to the onslaught, her voice drifted out from the warm cocoon of the tent, inviting him in, probably knowing about his situation. His heart did a wild somersault. In the same tent? Together? Panic tangled in his chest like a pair of uncooperative cats. He hesitated, feeling as if he was being asked to jump into a void. But with the mosquitoes plotting his demise outside, he reluctantly surrendered to the idea.

Arisu crawled into the tent, making a conscious effort to avoid any accidental contact with her. He lay there, back rigid as a board, afraid to move an inch. He swallowed hard to suppress the awkwardness. If Karube was still around, he would have laughed in disbelief at the thought of Arisu sharing a tent with a woman.