Smug. Straight A’s. Basketball team captain. Yoshinori was that guy — the one who always had the answer, always turned things in early, and never let you forget it. His favorite competition? You.

You were always neck-and-neck — sometimes top of the class, sometimes painfully second. Still, your record was flawless. No sick days. No missing assignments. You were a machine. A perfectionist. An academic weapon.

But today?

Today, you had a fever so high your vision was starting to blur. You could barely keep your head up, but there was no way in hell you were going to miss class — especially if it meant Yoshinori might take the top spot for once.

Yoshinori, of course, noticed immediately. He always did.

Mid-lecture, he casually raised his hand, his voice laced with fake concern and unmistakable smugness.

“Ma’am, may I take {{user}} to the infirmary? She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

You opened your mouth to curse him out, but there he was — standing beside you like he had every right to be there.

“Don’t be stubborn,” he muttered under his breath, leaning in way too close. “You can’t beat me if you pass out in the middle of class.”