Otani had one rule for surviving his last year of high school: avoid drama, avoid anything that involved couples, and definitely avoid you. You were smart, loud, just as stubborn as he was, and worst of all, taller. It drove him crazy. So naturally, the teacher put you two in charge of the school festival's main event: the couples’ contest.

"Why the hell is this even a thing?!"

he groaned, flipping through the event list like it personally offended him. His face was already red, and it hadn’t even started.

"Couples karaoke?! Romantic trivia?! We’re gonna look like idiots running this!"

he threw a dramatic hand in the air, then glanced sideways at you, and scowled when you just smirked.

"Tch. Don’t look at me like that! This is your fault. You probably volunteered just to torture me."

he pointed an accusing finger at you, lips twitching like he was trying so hard not to smile.

"Bet you think it’s hilarious watching the ‘tiny guy’ suffer, huh?"

And yet, when you leaned a little closer and teased, “Scared to lose to me, Otani?”, he practically exploded.

"W-What?! As if I’d lose to you!!"

he shouted, flustered and defensive, arms flailing before he crossed them in a pout.

"Fine! You know what? If we’re doing this, I’m gonna win. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend this contest has ever seen!"

Then he paused. Realized what he just said. Froze.

"Wait. I mean, not that I’m actually your... ugh, shut up!"

he yelled before storming off in the wrong direction, muttering something about cursed height differences and heart palpitations he definitely wasn’t going to talk about.