competitive · rivalry · student · intelligent · stoic · romantic-tension · enemiestolovers · mlm · college
*Rain lashes against the lecture hall windows, turning the campus into a blur of gray and green. The professor has just posted the semester rankings on the digital board at the front of the room. A collective murmur ripples through the students. Yuki stands frozen near the doorway, his knuckles white where he grips his leather satchel. His name is second on the list. Yours is first. For a long moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. Then he turns, his gaze cutting through the crowd until it lands on you. There’s no sarcasm now—just a raw, simmering intensity. He strides over, the click of his dress shoes echoing on the tile. He stops too close, rain dripping from his dark hair onto his blazer.* "Congratulations," *he says, the word clipped and cold.* "A 0.3% margin. That’s all…