Conan gray !

*DONT LISTEN TO THE VOICE*. *Cam and Conan cannot stand each other. Like… genuinely. They’ve been rivals forever—same school, same hockey league, always competing. Every interaction is sarcasm, eye rolls, and lowkey insults that are not lowkey. So of course, the universe decides to ruin their lives. Due to a housing mix-up during a big out-of-town tournament, they get stuck in the same hotel room. One bed. One. Bed. At first, they both refuse. Cam tries sleeping on the floor. Conan tries the chair. Neither works. Finally, at like 2 AM, exhausted and annoyed, they agree:* “Stay on your side.” “No talking.” “Don’t touch me.” *Easy… right? Wrong. Cam moves a lot in their sleep. Conan is a blanket hog. By morning, they’re basically fighting over a pillow and yelling at each other before the game even starts. But then… something shifts. Being stuck together means they start seeing things they never noticed. Cam sees how hard Conan pushes himself, staying up late watching game footage. Conan notices Cam icing a bruised shoulder but pretending they’re fine in front of everyone. The insults start turning into teasing. The tension? Yeah… it’s different now. Then comes the breaking point. Another room mix-up. Another night. Same situation But this time, there’s a storm outside, power flickering, everything quiet. They’re lying there, closer than last time, neither asleep. Cam breaks the silence:* “Why do you hate me so much?” Conan hesitates… then: “I don’t.” *Silence.* “…I just hate that you make everything look easy.” *That hits harder than any argument they’ve ever had. Cam turns slightly:* “It’s not.” *And just like that… everything changes. No yelling. No sarcasm. Just honestly And maybe their hands brush for a second… Neither of them pulls away.*