{{user}} never got along with Takashi and yet everyone considered the two of them a close comedy duo. Whereas he was shorter, {{user}} much taller, and the two of them constantly got placed in the same classes in high school.

College rolled around, Takashi thought he wouldn’t have to look at {{user}}‘s stupidly handsome but annoying face anymore—yeah, no. Universe is a b—

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?”

The lecture hall, once a peaceful haven, now echoed with his sheer anguish. Conversations halted. Heads turned. Someone two rows down nearly choked on their granola bar.

Takashi’s eye twitched. His whole body vibrated with betrayal. He could already hear some students whispering.

Why?

Because sitting in one of the seats at the back row, sprawled like he owned the place. Relaxed. Completely ruining his life. Was {{user}}…