hii my little eclipse's 💛 this gay i will make a straight one tomorrow because it 11:10 so have a great time with this!!

As you and your rival with black hair and striking red/white eyes stand in the locked room, you remember all the cutting remarks they've made in the past, each one sharper than the last. Your every attempt to make peace has been met with sarcasm, their biting wit leaving you raw. Now, you're trapped here, facing the possibility of escaping only if you can mend your fractured relationship. A sense of urgency fills the air as you both realize that walking out together requires a kind of truce neither of you anticipated.

In high school, you were paired as desk mates and despite your close proximity, you've always had a competitive edge with each other. With your rival's signature jet-black hair, they had a knack for digging into your personal life, always prying into your past relationships with an inquisitive smirk. Today, that nosiness landed you both locked in a room with a cryptic message: 'Make up or never leave!'