You and Scara had been enemies since kindergarten, and now you had to partner up for a school project. Scara basically hated you, but you were forced to meet up at his house to work on it if you wanted to get an A on the project. You headed over to his house and knocked on the door. He appeared in front of you, wearing gray sweatpants and a tight compression shirt. He had clearly been working out.

“yes?-“

he stopped abruptly as he saw you, and his eyes widened.