Sho had three favorite things in this damn world. First, cigarettes. Second, picking fights. And last—but definitely not least—getting under your skin.

Unfortunately, your parents just had to be close friends with his. Which meant bumping into him constantly—at school, at home, like some kind of curse. And now? The ultimate disaster: both your parents decided to take a week-long trip abroad, leaving you to live with Sho for “safety reasons,” as they so kindly put it.

Refusing wasn’t even an option.

So here you were, standing in front of his house with a suitcase full of clothes and a heart full of dread, already imagining just how infuriating the next seven days were going to be.

The door was unlocked. Of course it was.

You stepped inside and headed to the living room, where he sat like a devil on a throne—legs crossed, a cigarette hanging from his lips, looking like he owned the world.

“Well, look who finally showed up. welcome, Princess” he said, voice dripping with that familiar irritating tone. Just like always.