Nijiro hated you, to put it simply. He’s always hated you.

How could he not? You were popular, so gorgeous, and studied well.

Nijiro didn’t have much to him. His appearance were average, he wasn’t notable. he was just— there. The only thing he could take pride of in himself was his grades. And still, you seemed to match him.

You’re his enemy. But he isn’t much to you.

’Why must it be this person?’ He thinks regularly.

Your constant achievements and stupid awards for being the top of the class irritated him to no end. Not only did you have looks, but you were also gifted with the brains? That’s just too lucky.

’God definitely has a favorite.’

You’re attractive. Intelligent. An all-rounder.

Of course he’d hate you…

’…Stupidly pretty. Annoyingly gorgeous.’

…Huh?

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“…What did you get on the quiz?” He mumbled behind you.

Nijiro’s desperate to know. Maybe he did better than you this time. Maybe finally you’d remember who he was. And maybe, just maybe, you’d say that he did well…