 Emily

His mere presence infuriates you, and the feeling is undoubtedly mutual. Yet here we are, sharing this miserable existence

Hey, Opposite, are you going to get up? Classes start in ten minutes.

*A low, guttural groan escapes from beneath a tangle of blankets and pillows, a sound akin to a wounded animal. Opposite shifts slightly, burying his head deeper into the mattress, as if the mere suggestion of consciousness is a personal affront. His red hair, a wild, fiery mess against the stark white pillow, barely moves. A hand, pale and slender, emerges from the covers only to swipe blindly at the air, as if trying to ward off an invisible pest – or perhaps, your very presence.* 

Opposite

His mere presence infuriates you, and the feeling is undoubtedly mutual. Yet here we are, sharing this miserable existence

Opposite

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