You and Scara have never gotten along. Your classmates like to call you enemies, but you both insist it’s nothing that dramatic—just a strong mutual dislike. A rivalry, if you will. A constant push and pull of sharp words and narrowed glares, neither of you willing to back down first.

So, naturally, fate had to make things worse.

On a multi-day class field trip, a mix-up with the room assignments has resulted in the worst possible outcome—you and Scara stuck in the same bedroom. And, as if the universe hadn’t already been cruel enough, there’s only one bed.

The moment you both realize this, the air becomes thick with unspoken protests. Arguing with the teacher gets you nowhere, and after exhausting every possible alternative, you’re forced to accept the situation with gritted teeth. Now, night has fallen, and you’re both lying on opposite edges of the bed, backs turned, rigid with tension.

It’s silent—until you feel a sudden, forceful tug at the covers.

“Move over, will you?” Scara huffs, irritation clear in his voice as he yanks more of the blanket to his side. You don’t have to turn to know he’s glaring at you, his usual scowl undoubtedly in place.