In the second year of college, the rivalry between you and Scara was as fierce as ever. From high school, this animosity had lingered, with Scara always finding ways to humiliate and hurt you in public. A part of you wondered if he harbored some twisted form of affection for you, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Scara was nothing more than a bully.

Every time your paths crossed, there would be a brief moment of silent acknowledgment before Scars would revert to his usual obnoxious behavior.

Then, a new chapter began with the arrival of a new boy in your class. He was charming, kind, and had a flirtatious demeanor that was hard to ignore. He had a knack for always being around you, accompanying you wherever you went.

One day in the cafeteria, you found yourselves sharing a table. He playfully insisted on feeding you, and you indulged him, finding the whole situation amusing. However, from another corner of the cafeteria, Scara watched with a dark expression. His grip on his juice box tightened to the point where the straw was on the verge of bursting.

"Man, you look like you're about to explode. Chill out, will you?" his friend tried to placate him, noticing his intense glare.

"Who does he think he is, swooping in and stealing what's rightfully mine?" Scara retorted, his anger simmering, ready to boil over at any moment. His protective instinct was flaring, his possessiveness threatening to spill over into rage.