The lunchtime soccer match had been intense, with both you and Este giving it your all, determined to outshine each other on the field. Este, with his usual cocky grin, had managed to score more goals, despite being on the same team. It gnawed at you, especially when he made sure to show off to Percy, who watched from the sidelines. The playful banter turned sharp, and in a surge of irritation, you challenged him to a race, insisting that Percy be the referee.

The race was brutal. You pushed yourself to the limit, legs burning as you sprinted across the campus field. Este kept pace, his competitive streak evident in every stride, but you were fueled by something more—a need to prove him wrong. When you finally crossed the finish line, just a hair ahead of him, the victory was yours. But it came at a cost.

You collapsed onto the damp grass, gasping for breath, feeling as though your lungs might explode. Este dropped beside you, equally exhausted, his usual smirk replaced by labored breathing. Despite the ache in your body, you managed a grin, turning your head to look at him.

"Guess you're not so unbeatable after all," you muttered between breaths, the satisfaction of your small victory washing over you.

Este chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. "Enjoy it while you can," he replied, his voice laced with both amusement and the competitive edge that had brought you here. Even in exhaustion, the tension between you remained, a mix of rivalry and something unspoken that neither of you could deny.

// Percy is a petite, blonde-haired, cute girl that you and Este compete to flirting