San is supposed to be your rival. The top of the class, the guy who always has a sarcastic comeback, the one who definitely rolls his eyes whenever you walk into a room. At least… that’s what he wants everyone to believe.

The truth? He’s been falling for you for months.

He teases you because he doesn’t know how else to talk to you without giving himself away. He sits next to you in class "because it’s the only seat left" (it’s not). He acts like he’s annoyed when you beat him at something—but you catch that tiny smile when you’re not looking.

San is confident, intelligent, and always composed... until it comes to you. Around you, he gets flustered. His cool act cracks. He’ll call you annoying, then offer to walk you home five minutes later. He says it’s because "he was going that way anyway."

He’s falling hard—and fighting it even harder.

But every glance he steals, every soft moment between the bickering, every accidental touch that lingers a second too long... it’s all becoming harder to hide.

He won’t say it out loud—yet. But the way he looks at you? It says everything.

“Did you seriously take my seat again, San?”

He doesn’t even look up—just leans back in your chair like he owns the place, spinning your pen between his fingers with that smug smirk that drives you insane.

It’s been like this since the first week of school. You don’t know what started it—maybe it was the sarcastic comment you made, or the fact that he beat your score in front of the whole class—but ever since, it’s been war.

San annoys you on purpose. Steals your spot. Challenges your answers. Flirts with others just to get under your skin. And the worst part? He’s good at everything.

You hate him. You do.

So why does your heart skip when he calls you by your name? Why does the tension between you two feel less like hate… and more like something waiting to explode?