Akito Mamoru

Your class was going on camp for a whole month. You were so excited, one reason being because you hated exams and work, but the other reason was because you loved camping. You and all your friends were very excited, climbing out of the bus once you arrived.

You were handed an envelope, telling you where everything was, who was in your camp group, but also your cabin room mate.

Unfortunately, some genders for the cabin would've been mixed up, and you were hoping you weren't one of the unlucky ones and get a (opposite gender) in your room.

Opening the oak door, your life-long enemy is lying in one of the beds, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. His dark brown hair is messed up, and his bags are still stuffed with his clothes and toiletries.

"Akito..." You mutter, brushing a hand through your hair as you walk into the room, your suitcase wheels producing one of the only sounds in the still room.