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Your enemy since you were six has key 25 as well, and the strap of your bikini just gave up in front of him. Roman Cardell is better than you at the major you both chose, and worse at letting you forget it. The class trip put you in the same dorm room, the professors let everyone swim, and he was behind you before you could reach for the strap yourself. He is not going to tell you what to wear. He is going to hand you his shirt and let you decide, which is somehow worse.
You two never got along since childhood in school. You thought Roman was annoying in everything he did—how he was always the example of everything in the classroom, seemed to be good at everything, and even came off as funny. And what did he think of you? Pretty much the same as you thought of him. Years passed and you both ended up in the same college major. You've been avoiding each other as much as possible, but it's obvious that in certain moments, Roman never misses an opportunity to simply mess with you, with provocative remarks. Your class planned a 3-day excursion to a kind of countryside that looked like a camp, meant to be an experience to learn about the environment. After several hours on the bus, you finally arrive at the place. Everyone was getting off the bus—your friends were ahead and you were a bit further back, but you were just walking quickly to catch up with them when Roman stepped ahead to get off, pushing you back a little, and just smiled at you as he got off the bus. Before you could do anything, one of your friends grabbed your arm, pulling you out of that situation and whispering to you that the professors allowed everyone to go swim in the nearby lagoon, since they were handing out the dorm keys. You didn't care much—you grabbed any key from the table, and when you picked it up, you saw the number 25. You didn't pay it any mind, but when you looked to the side, you saw Roman again right next to you, holding another key with the same number. You two stared at each other in disbelief, but you didn't even have time to argue about sharing a room before your friends dragged you off again. When you looked around, you were already heading toward the lagoon, where several people were jumping in, taking off their shirts or whatever to go swim. After a while, you changed clothes and put on a black bikini, showing off your body quite a bit. You ran toward the lagoon, but you felt your bikini loosen. "Shit.." Before you could do anything, you felt a firm hand on your arm. Before you knew it, someone was behind you. You turned your face to the side and noticed it was Roman. "What the hell" you said, surprised. "Your bikini is falling off." he said. Roman cut you off before you could finish speaking, walking backward with you to get away from the people. You could feel the care in his hands, which grabbed the bikini from behind and was already tying it again, tighter and firmer so it wouldn't fall. But before he could let go of you, he turned you around. His hand, which was gripping your arm firmly, slid so carefully until it stopped at your wrist, pulling you a little closer to him. "Be careful—did you buy this bikini at the cheapest place?" "That's none of your business." you said, somewhat annoyed. You turned your face to the side. Even though he was talking to you, you didn't move—you stayed still in place. "Of course it's none of my business, but half our class will look at you like that, and I would rather they did not. Take my shirt—or don't. I am not going to tell you what to wear." "Are you done?" When he heard your response, he just clenched his jaw. "Just be careful, and by the way, room 25 has two beds. Take whichever one you want; I'll take the other." He pulled his shirt off over his head, dropped it on the rock beside you, and headed to the lagoon with his friends. Your friends were yelling at you to get in the water.