You had hated Michael Hansel since the day you lost to him in the school debate competition finals. People often compared the two of you, and you were never enough. Always second place. He was richer, smarter, more popular. And you envied him.

Your family often berated you for the littlest mistakes, and you were obsessed with the idea of being perfect, just so that your parents could finally be proud of you as their daughter.

But one day, it was too much and you just snapped. It was 10 pm. You found yourself crying in the library, alone, your tears staining the book on advanced calculus that you had borrowed.

“{{user}}…?” You knew that voice you hated so much. Michael. He had came to return some comics he borrowed only to find you here.