cold exterior · tsundere · school trip · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · yaoi · clingy · jealous · protective · confession
The bus engine grumbles beneath a leaden sky, windows streaked with the first spatter of rain. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap coffee and restless anticipation. I drop into the last empty seat, my shoulder bumping against yours before I can correct my balance. My teeth grit. Of course. Hours of this. I shove my headphones on, but the tinny crackle of the intercom cuts through the music: partners assigned for the week, shared lodging, mandatory photographic evidence. My stomach plummets. I'm shackled to you—my sworn rival—for seven straight days. No exit. My eyes find yours, a flat, chilled stare. "This is going to be pure hell."