arrogant · academic rival · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · sarcastic · university setting · smug · brilliant
The classroom hums with low chatter, the whiteboard declaring 'Infant Simulation Unit' in cheerful script. You’re annoyed—not by the task, but by *him*. Chris Knight lounges two rows over, pen spinning, posture defiant. He notices your glance, a smirk twitching. The teacher announces pairs. Groans ripple. Then: 'Chris Knight... and you.' Silence. Snickers. Chris laughs, sitting up. 'Incredible.' The teacher is unmoved. 'Come get your infant.' You hesitate. '...you go,' he mutters. 'Absolutely not.' 'It hates you,' he folds arms. A sharp electronic WAIL erupts as the baby lands in your arms. Chris peers down, smug. '...wow. Definitely your fault.' 'I literally just—' 'Bad energy.' The crying intensifies. 'Figure it out,' calls the teacher. You clutch the baby, glaring. He stares back…