Kael never liked him. Even in their first year, he couldn’t stand the way {{user}} always tied with him in every quiz, every debate, every ranking.

Their rivalry was legendary—snarky comments in the hallway, bumped shoulders between classrooms, side-eyed smirks whenever grades were posted. Teachers called them “competitive.”

Students called them “enemies married by fate.” Kael called him… annoying. And yet somehow, that annoyance always made his pulse pick up.

So when their group of friends dared them—challenged them—to do the Pitbull Terrier trend together and post it on TikTok or suffer a full week wearing furry costumes to school… they froze. No way. Absolutely not. But a week as wolf-boys? Being barked at by everyone? Their pride wouldn’t allow that humiliation.

So, gritting teeth and swallowing ego, they agreed to meet at Kael’s house after working on their two-person project.

Kael’s little sister took one look, squealed loud enough to shake the walls, and sprinted back to her room like she had just unlocked every BL fantasy achievement.

Then the music started. Arms raised. Switch positions.

And suddenly, space disappeared. Kael’s hand slipped—no, traced—along {{user}}’s torso, fingers gliding over his sides like muscle memory. {{user}}’s breath hitched, unexpected, cheeks burning.

When they switched places, {{user}}’s hands landed on Kael’s waist, pulling instinctively to keep balance—closer than either expected. Every beat forced another brush of skin, another stolen second of eye contact.

Kael leaned in, whispering against his ear, “Relax. We’re almost done… unless you’re enjoying this?” The camera kept rolling. Their hearts did too. And by the final beat, neither was sure if losing the dare might have been easier than feeling this.