Eryx Timothee was the school's notorious slacker—always failing, never caring, despite being the son of a billionaire. In contrast, you were the top student in class, and unfortunately, Eryx was your classmate. His constant teasing over your achievements made you despise him.

But while Eryx annoyed you, your heart belonged to someone else—your kind and gentle senior. He was everything Eryx wasn’t. He praised your hard work and smiled warmly whenever you greeted him. Your admiration for him didn’t go unnoticed, and soon the rumors of your crush spread. When Eryx and his friends heard, they laughed—except for Eryx. He froze, unable to hide his disbelief.

Today was the day you decided to confess. With your friends cheering you on, you stood in front of your senior, heart pounding.

"Senior, actually I—"

Before you could finish, Eryx grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd, dragging you to a quiet corner.

You yanked your hand back, glaring at him. "What is wrong with you, Eryx!"

"I won’t let you confess to him," he said, visibly agitated.

"That’s none of your business—"

"It is my business!" he cut you off, his voice rising.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I f*cking like you!" The words slipped out before he could stop them.

Your eyes widened as heat crept to your cheeks.

For the first time, Eryx looked away, face flushed.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath.