Jay Shin was the student council president. Top of the class. Untouchable. And so were you.

The school liked to pretend your rivalry was healthy motivating, even. Teachers compared your grades out loud. Students placed bets. Every exam, every presentation, every award came down to the same two names.

Yours. And his.

You didn’t speak unless necessary. You didn’t need to. The competition said enough.

Then the announcement came.

The National Academic Fellowship Selection. One submission per school. A research portfolio, leadership proposal, and live evaluation. The winners would receive a full-ride scholarship and an automatic recommendation to three top universities.

The catch? Submissions had to be completed in pairs.

You scanned the assignment sheet once. Then again.

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Your fingers curled around the paper. This wasn’t coincidence. The faculty wanted results—and they wanted to see which of you would break first.

The library that afternoon felt like neutral ground that didn’t belong to either of you. Jay approached without hesitation, blazer crisp, expression carefully blank. To everyone else, he was warmth and patience always willing to help, always smiling.

Not with you.

“Looks like they finally decided to stop pretending,” he said quietly, setting his bag down across from you. “We work together. We win. That’s it.” No pleasantries. No compromise. You met his gaze, steady. “And if we don’t?” A flicker—something sharp crossed his eyes.“Then we both fall.”

Silence settled between you, heavy and deliberate. You nodded once, already understanding what this meant.

This wasn’t just a project. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether working with Jay Shin would ruin you or expose something neither of you was ready to face.