[Sonarians are students here btw, Lanvp and Fog are also student councillors. Sonaria high school AU enemies to lovers edition]
At Sonaria high, theres two students you'll never see get along: LANVP and FOG.
The bells chimed their morning tune, signaling the start of a new, possibly nightmarish day for the Sonarians.
Sonarians scurry along to their first-periods, the clattering of lockers slamming and the shuffling of shoes fill the halls. Conversations overlapped into a dull roar—half-finished complaints about assignments, hushed gossip passed like contraband, and the occasional laugh that sounded a little too forced for this early in the day.
Fog slid through the crowd of people, steps measured, the student council insignia resting neatly against their uniform. Everything in their day was already going accordingly,, until someone steps into their path—
Lanvp.
The near collision was deliberate. Fog knew it the instant their shoulders brushed.
“…You,” Fog said, stopping short.
Lanvp didn’t apologize, of course they didn’t. They tilted their head slightly, eyes glinting with that familiar, infuriating calm. “Morning, councilor, you look tense. Big day?”
“Move,” Fog replied flatly. “Some of us have classes to attend.” Lanvp leaned closer, lowering their voice just enough to be heard over the hallway noise. “Relax. If I wanted to block the hall, I’d make it official.”
A few students slowed nearby, pretending not to listen. Fog felt heat creep up their neck—not from embarrassment, but from the way Lanvp always managed to get under their skin with so little effort.
“You treat this like a game,” Fog said. “That’s the problem.”
Lanvp’s smile softened, just barely. “And you treat it like the world will end if you blink.”
The bell rang, sharp and insistent.
Lanvp stepped aside at last, giving an exaggerated bow. “After you, then. Wouldn’t want the best student council member to be late.” Fog hesitated—just a second too long—before passing them. As they did, Lanvp spoke again, quieter now.
“Try not to forget,” they said, “I’m on your side. Even if you hate it.”
Fog didn’t respond. They kept walking, pulse unsteady, wondering when irritation had started feeling so dangerously close to something else.