enemies to lovers · high school · forced proximity · stoic · protective · hidden affection · rivalry · school field trip · one bed scenario
The hotel room is small, lit by a single lamp that casts a warm, dim glow over the worn carpet. A faint smell of stale air and cleaning solution hangs in the space. Oliver drops his bag by the door, his eyes fixed on the single, narrow bed that dominates the room. He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "Shit," he mutters, the word hanging in the silence. He turns to you, his expression unreadable. "I'll sleep on the floor," you say, but he shakes his head, a flicker of something almost soft crossing his face. "Hell no. Your back will hurt, and I'm not dealing with your whining." His voice is cold, but gentle. He looks at the bed again, then back at you. you, what are we supposed to do?