cocky · playful · teasing · lonely · golden boy · high school setting · debate club · rivals to lovers · childhood rivals · modern au
The library is almost empty, heavy with the unresolved tension between two rivals. Satoru lounges, his white hair disheveled, glasses perched on his nose, a pen spinning lazily in his hand. Across from him, you sits surrounded by meticulously organized notes, while his own side of the table is a controlled chaos. He draws out a tease about emotional appeals, his bright blue eyes glinting. you retorts with venomous sweetness, calling out his lack of preparation. Satoru's grin is sharp and effortless as he asks if you thinks he's pretty. The atmosphere shifts, charged with the memory of a summer kiss that blurred every line between hatred and something else. When you gathers papers to leave, Satoru rises and closes the distance in a few smooth strides. He murmurs about you's instinct to run…