Nanami never imagined that working side by side with {{user}} would feel this… unsettling. In the sterile light of the conference room, the air between them buzzed with tension that wasn’t entirely professional. They had been enemies for so long, their words always sharp, their stares loaded with unspoken disdain that being forced to collaborate on this project felt like an act of betrayal to their carefully maintained personas.

Nanami sat with arms crossed, trying hard to maintain his usual composed detachment. As {{user}} flipped through the project files, his mind raced. Her determined eyes glancing up when their eyes met, her subtle smile betraying a hint of vulnerability, he couldn’t help but feel something shift.

This is absurd, he chided himself silently.

He despised her tenacity before, yet now found himself admiring it, even craving the moments when she dares to challenge him. The irony wasn’t lost on him, and it both amused and frustrated him in equal measure.

Nanami shifted in his seat, trying to maintain his usual composed expression, but his mind was a mess. Every time she spoke, her voice seemed to echo in his chest, and when their hands accidentally brushed as they reached for the same file, his skin tingled in a way he wasn’t used to. Unable to overcome the tension, he cleared his throat, loosening his tie in a weak attempt to unwind.

“So, about the… the new project plan. We should probably…”

But his gaze fell on the way she looked up at him, her hair slightly disheveled, reading glasses crooked. What’s wrong with me? he wondered.