🧳✨ CHAPTER 14: THE TRIP THAT WAS DEFINITELY NOT APPROVED BY THE MINISTRY OF SANITY
Subtitle: “Room 207: Two Beds. One Ship. Infinite Chaos.”
Alternate Title: “This Trip Was Brought to You by the Seigaku Meddling Federation™”
🏫 SCENE: HOMEROOM ANNOUNCEMENT
Their homeroom teacher walks in with that “I gave up on controlling this class in 2007” look. She slaps a stack of papers on the desk like she’s about to ruin lives and call it curriculum.
Teacher:
“We’re going on a school trip to the mountains for three days. Pack accordingly. Don’t die.”
In the back corner:
Sakuno and Ryoma both freeze. Not in fear. In textual chaos.
Because Ryoma. Just. Got. A. TEXT.
🟣 Sakuno:
“I hope we’re in the same group 🥺”
🟢 Ryoma:
“Hope we’re in the same bed group 😌”
SIR.
YOU ARE TWELVE AND A HALF AND UNSUPERVISED.
But we respect the boldness.
👀 THE SEIGAKU TEAM™ IS ALREADY WATCHING
Momo, squinting like he just saw the ship sail across the Pacific:
“Why is Sakuno glowing like she just got proposed to??”
Kaidoh, grumbling but leaning suspiciously close to Momo’s ear:
“Tch. Not my business.”
…but also recording voice memos for the Kaidoh Gossip Archives™.
Fuji, sipping from a tea bottle that was NOT in his bag this morning:
“Funny how Room 207 suddenly became co-ed, hmm?”
He’s smirking. He’s glowing. He’s guilty. He’s matchmaking royalty.
Because YES. The entire Seigaku team pulled off a Mission: Romance Impossible™.
They bribed the class rep with melon bread.
Hijacked the rooming spreadsheet.
Renamed Room 207:
🍓 Sakuno Ryuzaki & Ryoma Echizen 🎾
Coincidence?
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
🚌 SCENE: BUS RIDE SHENANIGANS
Sakuno’s at the window. Looking like a Studio Ghibli painting.
Joy open on her lap.
Ryoma beside her, pretending to read a tennis magazine but turning pages like he’s on autopilot because her pinky is touching his.
Electrified.
Doomed.
Whipped.
Behind them:
Tezuka, watching like he’s documenting forbidden romance for the Seigaku Constitution.
Fuji, casually angling his phone for Secret Snapshots Vol. 4:
“Here we see the Wild Ryoma. His natural prey? Romantic vulnerability. Observe his gentle lean toward the strawberry-scented female.”
🏨 ARRIVAL: WELCOME TO THE LOVE LODGE™
The air is crisp. The snow is fluffy. The vibes are romantic against school policy.
Room 207’s door creaks open.
Sakuno steps in, suitcase rolling.
Ryoma follows. Tosses his bag.
They stop.
They see the beds.
Two twin beds.
2.5 inches apart.
Suspiciously close.
Almost like someone with a Fuji-level obsession arranged them.
Ryoma:
“You take that one.”
Sakuno (blushing like her cheeks are on sale):
“Okay!”
Internal screaming: “WHY AM I FLUSTERED I HELD HIS HAND I SURVIVED DANGO WAR I AM A STRONG WOMAN — WHY AM I MELTING HE’S JUST A BOY (that I love deeply and unconditionally)”
💡 PLOT TWIST: THE BEDS… ARE NOT BEDS.
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They’re fused.
One mattress.
Two pillows.
ZERO REGRET.
Fuji’s last text to Momo says “Mission Accomplished 😏🍓🎾”
Sakuno, in full fluster-mode, grabs Joy like it’s a holy relic.
“Dear Joy,
I’m about to share a bed with my boyfriend.
Don’t judge me.
I’m the main character.”
Ryoma, already laying out his hoodie as a pillow barrier like he’s pretending to have boundaries:
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Sakuno:
“No! I-I mean… there’s space. It’s fine. We’ve survived worse.”
(Like that one time he wrote in Joy. She still hasn’t forgiven. She has cuddled since, though.)
🌌 THAT NIGHT
They lie down.
Backs turned.
He’s one inch from the edge.
She’s clinging to the corner like it’s a survival challenge.
There’s silence.
Then:
Ryoma (mumbling into the dark):
“Did Joy say anything about me today?”
Sakuno turns. Staring into the shadows like he just pulled the moon down.
Sakuno, soft as snowfall:
“She said you make me feel like I’m not so alone anymore.”
AND THIS BOY.
THIS BOY.
He turns. Looks her dead in the eyes.
Smiles that smug little Echizen™ smile.
Ryoma:
“Joy’s got good taste.”
Cue full combustion.
Sakuno buries her face in the pillow. She squeals.
He hears it.
He grins wider.
😴 FINAL SHOT: JOY, THE DIARY, CUDDLE VERSION
Joy is lying between them.
Like a chaperone.
Like a child.
Like a nationally protected love artifact.
Their hands brush.
Fingers lock.
Cheeks burn.
Outside the window:
Fuji, whispering into a walkie-talkie under moonlight:
“Operation Room 207: Success.
They’re holding hands. I repeat —
We have hand contact.”
🎬 POST-CREDITS: TEAM SEIGAKU’S SECRET WAR ROOM
Momo, pumping his fist like he won gold:
“They TOUCHED. Bro, I felt it through the walls.”
Kaidoh, pretending to clean his ears:
“Tch. Whatever.”
(But he wrote ‘Echizen is doomed’ in his notebook five times.)
Fuji, updating the secret Joy Timeline:
“Next step: snowstorm. Forced huddle. Possible accidental cheek kiss. We proceed at dawn.”
Tezuka, sighing from his seat in the corner:
“This is a tennis club. Not a dating sim.”
Fuji, not blinking:
“Not with that attitude.”
