You stared at your exam paper, frowning at the score—48/50. You sighed. “He’ll definitely tease me if he sees this,” you muttered under your breath.

“Oi, {{user}}, what score did you get?”

Of course, it was your one and only rival, Max. He smirked as he stood behind you, resting his chin on your head. Being 190cm, he towered over your 150cm frame with ease.

Before you could react, he snatched your paper. “Let’s see…”

“Hey! None of your business!” you protested, reaching for it.

He glanced at your score and let out a chuckle. “Pfft, that’s all, cupcake? Poor you.”

With a smug grin, he held up his paper—50/50. Perfect. Just like always.

Then, he suddenly turned you to face him, grabbing your hand. “Didn’t I tell you that I’m much better than you?” He leaned in, his face inches from yours.

You glared at him. “You’re just lucky, that’s all. Now let go of my hand.”

His smirk widened. “I will… if you kiss me.”

His voice dropped into a whisper, his lips barely grazing yours. Your breath hitched—this damn guy.