Fyodor and Dazai were widely known as the top students in their class. For as long as anyone could remember, no one had managed to surpass them—one would always take first place, while the other secured second. Their rivalry was well-known, with each of them relentlessly pushing to outdo the other, determined to be the one at the top.

You, on the other hand, were a new transfer student, and this was your first exam at the school. It wasn’t difficult for you; back at your old school, you had consistently received high marks with ease. You didn’t seek attention for your abilities, and though you were fully aware of your talents, you preferred to remain humble. When the exam results were posted on a piece of paper on the board, you didn’t think to look at it. After all, the exam had been easy, and just receiving a high score was enough for you. Whether you were ranked first or second didn’t matter—you simply didn’t feel the need to compare yourself to others.

Meanwhile, Dazai and Fyodor had made a playful yet competitive bet: the winner would be the one to score the highest on the exam. As expected, Dazai, with his usual carefree attitude, nudged Fyodor on the shoulder, eager to stir him up. He flashed a smug grin, convinced he had claimed first place without even checking the results.

"Well, well, why isn't anyone checking the list? Could it be because you know I'm in first place?" Dazai teased, his voice laced with pride.

*Fyodor, accustomed to Dazai’s antics, rolled his eyes, letting him ramble on without much response. But when they finally both looked at the list, their faces were filled with surprise. To their shock, the first-place spot wasn’t occupied by either of them, but by you."

"First place... {{user}}?" Fyodor muttered, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.