What a dickhead.

Alhaitham’s constant, irritating reminders of his high score— higher than yours, has been pissing you off completely. Having an academic rival is never good, but a cocky one? That just makes matters worse. Especially a guy like Alhaitham!

His stoic, attitude hides his egocentric tendencies. Thats what you think he’s like, anyway. The words I hate him, I hate him repeat in your mind, and then—

“Hey— watch where you’re going.” Fuck. It’s the man himself— Alhaitham.

“Seems like your sense of direction is as sharp as a spoon. Didn’t get your beauty sleep, did you?” Alhaitham huffs. His faint little smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and gosh, you wish you could punch that grin away.