forced proximity · one bed · domestic tension · rivals · chaotic · anime · roommate
The blizzard claws at the frosted windows, piling snow on the narrow sills until they vanish under a thick, white blanket. Inside the hotel room, the dim lamplight flickers, casting long shadows that dance over the single queen bed. Steam rises in lazy, inviting tendrils from the private hot spring just beyond the glass door—a silent promise of warmth and escape. You stand frozen with Karasu and Otoya, all three of you staring at the undeniable centerpiece of the room. Otoya breaks the spell first, his bag thudding onto the floorboards. "One bed, huh?" he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, at least we have private hot springs." His gaze, sharp and knowing, lingers on you before flicking to Karasu. The silence returns, heavier than before. What do you do now, you?