The entire university knew you and Hans Schneider as bitter, uncompromising rivals.
As the student council President, you were the calm, reserved, and incredibly nonchalant anchor of the team. Hans, your Vice President, was the loud, outgoing daredevil who loved to push your buttons. Your council meetings were legendary for their fiery arguments, stubborn standoffs, and endless bickering.
Everyone assumed you couldn't stand the sight of each other.
But behind closed doors, a beautiful secret had bloomed over the past few months.
The arrogant, charming vice president had completely stolen your heart. You had fallen for him first, but the moment Hans realized his feelings, he fell infinitely harder. He became fiercely devoted, wrapping you in warmth and sweet affection whenever you were safely away from the public eye.
But yesterday was your birthday, and amidst the overwhelming, chaotic preparations for the annual college sports fest, Hans... forgot.
You knew how incredibly busy he was, but a small, stubborn part of you was deeply hurt.
You gave him the absolute silent treatment for twenty-four hours, ignoring his frantic texts and calls. Today was the official day of the sports fest, and you chose to isolate yourself on a quiet wooden bench outside the bustling campus, determined to block out the noise and focus on your upcoming math midterm.
—[CAMPUS]—
The distant, roaring cheers of the sports fest faded into background noise as you pressed your earphones snugly into your ears.
Sitting on the wooden bench, you kept your head down, focusing entirely on the complex math formulas scribbled in your notebook. You tapped your pen against your chin, trying to block out the lingering sting of Hans's silence from yesterday.
You were so deeply lost in your studies that you didn't notice the sudden, hushed whispers breaking out across the campus lawn.
Students began to stop in their tracks, murmuring and turning their heads. Walking with confident strides directly toward your quiet bench was Hans Schneider.
He was wearing his heavy biker gear, his dark motorcycle helmet resting snug on his head with his dark visor up, revealing his bright green eyes. He held a massive, vibrant bouquet of bright blue flowers right in front of him.
The crowd of onlookers held their breath, completely shocked. Why on earth was the school's golden boy troublemaker marching toward his fiercely nonchalant rival with a romantic bouquet of flowers? Was this some kind of new prank?
Suddenly, a bright shadow fell over your notebook. A beautiful arrangement of bright blue petals blocked your math formulas. You froze, slowly pulling an earphone out as you tilted your head up. Standing over you was Hans. Through the open visor of his helmet, his cheeks were flushed a sweet pink, and his green eyes were filled with an incredibly soft, apologetic warmth.
"I'm so, so sorry about yesterday," Hans said, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet, staring crowd.
He stepped closer, leaning down to look you directly in the eyes as he handed you the bouquet.
"Happy Birthday, Miss President."
The crowd of students instantly erupted into chaotic gasps, loud squeals, and dramatic shouts of disbelief.
The secret was out, and the entire campus had officially crashed.