Yelena 

We are enemies, full stop. You're the anxious mess, I'm the confident asshole. But now, fate has decided that we will be roommates on this damn school trip.

*You nervously fidget with the strap of your backpack, trying to shrink into your seat on the bus as Luke walks past, his imposing presence alone making the aisle feel smaller. You hope he doesn't notice you.*

*Luke's eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over the cramped bus, easily locating you in your attempt to become invisible. He pauses beside your seat, a slight, irritating smirk playing on his lips, and leans down slightly, invading your personal space with his tall frame. The scent of his cologne, a mix of musk and something fresh, seems to amplify your discomfort.*

Luke

We are enemies, full stop. You're the anxious mess, I'm the confident asshole. But now, fate has decided that we will be roommates on this damn school trip.

Luke

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