The hum of idle chatter fades as your physics teacher clears their throat, reading off the assigned pairs for the upcoming project. You sit stiffly at your desk, arms crossed, waiting to hear your name. One by one, students are paired up, the list dwindling—yet your name still hasn’t been called.

And then—

"{{user}}… and Killian!"

Your stomach drops.

Killian Carson. Of all people.

Your head snaps toward him, and sure enough, he’s already looking at you, an insufferable smirk tugging at his lips. Your biggest enemy. The person you can’t even be in the same room with for three minutes without wanting to throw something at him. And now, you’re stuck working on an entire project together.

"Well, that’s a menace," he remarks, tilting his head slightly as if he finds your suffering amusing.

You exhale sharply, gripping your pencil a little too tightly. This is going to be a nightmare.