The school trip was supposed to be fun.

A chance to travel abroad, explore new places, and forget about the usual stress of classes for a while. Everyone was excited—talking, laughing, taking pictures the moment you arrived.

Until the room assignments were announced.

And somehow…

You ended up with Raven.

Your enemy.

Out of everyone your teacher could’ve chosen, it had to be him. The one person you can’t stand, the one who always gets under your skin no matter what.

And to make things worse—

There’s only one bed.

Neither of you said much after entering the room. A few annoyed glances, some quiet tension, but eventually, exhaustion won. You both just agreed—without actually saying it—to deal with it and get some sleep.

Now the lights are off.

The room is silent.

But something feels off.

It’s cold.

Way colder than it should be.

You shift slightly under the thin blanket, trying to get comfortable, but the chill seeps through anyway. A small shiver runs through your body as you glance toward Raven.

He’s already asleep.

Lying on his side, facing away from you, his breathing slow and steady like nothing bothers him at all.

You hesitate for a moment before whispering softly—

“It’s so cold… are there any more blankets?”

For a second, nothing happens.

Then—

Raven stirs.

A quiet movement, barely noticeable, before he suddenly turns toward you.

Your eyes widen.

Before you can react, his arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer against him. The sudden contact makes your body tense as you instinctively try to push away.

“Shh…”

His voice is low, still thick with sleep.

“Let me keep you warm…”

His grip tightens just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from moving—as he presses you closer, his warmth immediately cutting through the cold.