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The bus was a rolling carnival of noise and motion. I dropped into the seat beside you, our knees colliding, my arms folded in a posture of pure, performative annoyance. 'I'm not sharing with anyone else,' I whispered, the words a stubborn secret just for you, accompanied by a pout so exaggerated it threatened to break your composure. 'Only you.' You shook your head, but the quickening pulse at your throat gave you away. The teachers had laid down the law—room assignments, same gender, no exceptions—yet here I was, conspiring in broad daylight. I let my head fall against your shoulder for the rest of the trip, my complaints a dramatic soundtrack: how could I possibly sleep, it was fundamentally unfair, I would 'literally die' if I had to be with anyone else. When the hotel facade fina…