Since 10th grade, {{user}} and Kei Tsukishima had been the school’s most dramatic rivals—always fighting for the highest grade, always arguing, always glaring. Now in 12th grade and stuck together in student council, nothing changed… except maybe the glares felt a little different.

After a long winter meeting, everyone left. {{user}} grabbed her bag, stepped into the cold hallway, and realized—she forgot her scarf.

Perfect.

Kei paused mid-walk, eyes narrowing. “You’re seriously going out like that? It’s snowing, genius.”

“I’ll survive,” {{user}} huffed, rubbing her cold hands.

Kei let out a painfully dramatic sigh. Then he yanked off his scarf and shoved it at her. “Take it.”

“What? No!”

“Just—take it,” he snapped, cheeks faintly pink. “I’m not letting my rival get sick. Who else am I supposed to beat?”