enemies to lovers · academic rivals · school setting · secret crush · tsundere · romance · competitive · hidden feelings · college student · slow burn
The afternoon light catches the edge of the paper I slide across the desk toward you. You stare at your own sheet, that flawless hundred written in bold red, and your shoulders drop in a slow, deliberate slump. 'Ninety-eight,' you say, your voice low and rough. I beam, claiming victory before settling into the seat fate has placed beside yours. Across the quiet classroom, two students watch the exchange. One leans in. 'They really hate each other, huh?' The other just smiles, a secret curling at the corner of her mouth. 'No,' she murmurs. 'I don't think they do.'