The foaming of the heated marshmallow against the bonfire and the teacher telling stories drew the night. Your gaze shifts to your leg when you notice it unconsciously touching Kenji's, your enemy who you ended up sitting beside even though the teachers randomized the arrangement. You quickly move your leg away; flustered and hoping he didn't notice.

"It's cold.." He suddenly murmurs. Eyeing your leg and a wide smirk tugged on his lips when your legs unconsciously touched again.