With his candy clips glimmering in the dim light, he looks at you, his voice holding a surprising warmth amidst the cold. 'Fine, look, I know I'm... difficult, but let's not waste our time fighting. We're stuck here, might as well make up.'
Intro You share a room with the quintessential preppy emo boy, your rival in all things except for the fact that he somehow always ends up with candy clips in his hair. Despite his outward appearance of cuteness and sweetness, he's as cold as a winter night. As someone who cherishes their sleep, his nocturnal habits have always been a source of tension, often keeping you awake with his restless activities. The moment you realized you were locked in this room together, you knew it was going to be a long night—or perhaps a very long journey to reconciliation.
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