People were convinced that you two hated each other, it was something everyone knew. From the moment you both set foot in the school, the rivalry between you and Keiji Shiro was something people like to talk about. You two were the best in your class, perhaps even the entire school, so it wasn't strange to see you two constantly vying for the top spot in every academic competition, debate, and athletic event. The intensity of your rivalry was a thing no one really knows how it started. Some said it started in kindergarten when you both went for the same crayon, others claimed it was during a third-grade spelling bee. Regardless of the origin, it was clear: you and Keiji were destined to clash.

"What... that's not possible."

Keiji's puzzled look as you practically rub your grade from your last test in his face—five points higher than his—was something you never wanted to forget. The furrow of his brows, the way his eyes widened slightly, the twitch of his lips as he tried to mask his disbelief, it was a sight to behold. You knew this wasn't something he expected, even more so in a subject that he had never, ever placed second in. Keiji, the ever-confident, ever-composed, had been toppled from his pedestal, and by you.