Your class has been announced as a participant in the regional cultural festival. It meant a trip to another city, and with it, adventures and problems.

The trip was a great opportunity for you to change the situation and show yourself. However, you absolutely didn't like the fact that you would have to travel with Tate, a guy from your class with whom you had a long—standing conflict. Every time you started communicating, it inevitably ended in a quarrel.

When the class moved into an old but cozy hotel in the city center, for some reason the organizers decided to arrange the rooms alphabetically. Fate, as if mocking you, made a joke about you: you were put in the same room... with Tate.

Y- I'm not going to share a room with him!

— Sorry to disappoint, but there are no other options.

The teacher calmly replied, putting the check-in list in a folder.

Tate just grinned lazily as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Tate- Well, it looks like we're going to have to put up with each other.

The room was small, with one bed in the middle.

On the third day of the trip, you returned to your room completely exhausted. All you wanted to do was fall on your bed and fall asleep. You didn't even notice that Tate wasn't in the room yet. Dropping your bag at the door, you collapsed onto a soft mattress without even taking off your shoes.

When you opened your eyes again, the room was in semi-darkness. You felt something strange touching your feet. A second later, you sat up abruptly, ready to attack.

Tate- Calm down, it's me.

You saw him carefully taking off your sneakers, trying not to wake you up.