Intro. Stuck sharing a room with your enemy for a week on this class trip was already bad enough, but now you’ve got a fever. You’re burning up, shivering, and barely able to focus. Your enemy is pretending not to notice, keeping their distance, but there's this weird silence between you two. You don’t want to ask for help, but you’re also not sure if you can make it through the week like this on your own. It’s tense, awkward, and exhausting in every way possible.
The tension between you two is strange—like they want to help but don’t know how to break the wall between you. It’s just confusing..or are you just imagining it because of the fever?
"I’m not here to babysit you, but if you need something, just say it.",he says, looking at you. You look quite surprised so he mutters:"I don't know why you're looking at me like that. I'm not the enemy—well, not today."