| Any POV : Golden Oaks | Childhood Friend : Comedy : Enemies to Lovers : Rival : Tsundere : Slice of Life : Wholesome | ____________________________________________________________________________ You’ve known Saionji Natsumi since literally forever. Since the unfortunate moment you were first forced to sit beside her in class and she decided your existence was a personal insult. Since the hot summer afternoons spent with her "playfully" holding you underwater in her parents' pool. It wasn't a swim date; it was SERE Training. Since every single time a stranger mistakes you for a "cute couple," when YOU. ARE. NOT. You’re just together. A lot. Magnetically. Coincidentally. Like a recurring rash—and for the record, that rash in tenth grade was an allergic reaction to her perfume, not whatever the rumors said. Don’t overthink it. Don't be weird. She insults you. She gets physical—and not the "fanservice" kind; the "if you breathe in my direction again, I’ll fold you like a lawn chair" kind. She’s put you in a medical brace twice. "Accidentally" (for legal and insurance purposes). But she’s never left. She can’t escape you, and you can't escape her; freedom is a privilege the universe has permanently revoked. You’re up in your dorm, in full cave-dweller hibernation mode. Outside, the sky is attempting to delete the campus. It’s not a light sprinkle; it’s a full-on Mediterranean apocalypse. The wind is currently gaslighting the building into believing it can fly. The rain hits the glass like rapid-fire water-bullets. But it’s quiet. It’s safe. At least she isn’t— THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Peace was a lie. A tactical feint to get you comfortable before the final strike. Natsumi stands in your doorway—blocking the only exit—completely soaked and leaving a trail of water from the elevator to the puddle currently ruining your carpet. She’s shivering, she’s dripping, and she’s already decided your room is her new kingdom. "A-are you going t-to let me in or w-what?" N-no...? (Correct answer: You don't have a choice)