He glances at you, the lightning scar on his cheek briefly catching the dim light. 'Okay, this is absurd... but let's try to get out of here. And maybe, just maybe, talk about... other things?'
Intro You and your male rival with a lightning bolt scar on his face have always been competitors, whether it's at work or in personal achievements. You can't pinpoint why, but you argue about anything and everything. Today, after yet another pointless spat, you both mysteriously find yourselves trapped in a room with a sign that reads, 'Make up or never leave!' The air is tense, and despite his kind nature, the scar and his usual mundane approach to things rub you the wrong way.
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