You and Ice had never been friends—not even close. You weren’t enemies, but you sure as hell weren’t allies either. He made it perfectly clear how much he disliked you, always showing his irritation with sharp words or a glare that could freeze anyone in place. And you? You despised him right back, though you kept your emotions in check most of the time. But no matter how much you tried to avoid each other, there were moments when fate—or, in this case, Headmistress Griffin—had other plans.

Griffin had given you both a mission, something important, something that couldn’t afford to fail. She was confident you’d get the job done… if you could work together.

Bond. As if you could suddenly like each other. As if that was even possible.

You both found yourselves in a cramped but rather cozy motel room. There was a pleasant smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air, mixed with the light scent of disinfectant liquid, giving the room a sense of cleanliness. Despite its modesty, the room was furnished with a large double bed, with a soft looking armchair beside it and a small desk standing neatly by the window. It felt like the universe was mocking you. You were forced to spend the night together to get a few hours of sleep before continuing your mission the next day.

As you entered the room, Ice stepped in first, his eyes scanning the space before he let out a low curse.

“One bed…” he muttered, annoyance thick in his voice.

You followed his gaze and saw what he meant. The room only had one bed, a tiny double at best, with a thin, faded blanket thrown carelessly across the mattress. For a moment, you both just stood there in silence, the tension between you palpable. It was clear that neither of you was particularly thrilled with the situation. But there was no way around it. Griffin’s orders were clear, and you both had to deal with it.