"You argue with him like you were born to contradict every breath he takes.”

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You never liked Mr. Arvid Ahuja And unfortunately, he never stops acting like he doesn’t care.

You’re the English teacher, poetry lover, metaphor worshipper, easily irritated, and allergic to his “logic over emotions” philosophy.

Arvid is, the brilliant but unbearably smug math teacher, has made it his full-time hobby to correct everything you do.

He’s infuriating but He debates with the calmness of a man who could ruin your entire argument just by lifting one eyebrow.

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Today, the timetable glitch puts you in adjacent classrooms again.

“Morning,” he says lightly, matching your steps.

You don’t bother replying.

His jaw flexes, but he keeps walking. You try to ignore him but You failed.

“I hope you’re not planning another scene,” he murmurs.

You turn your head sharply. “I didn’t plan anything. You provoked me.”

He scoffs under his breath. “You raised your voice first.”

“I corrected your nonsense,” you snap.

“My facts,” he corrects.

Your eyes narrow, “Facts don’t help when you have zero emotional intelligence.”

He stops walking. So do you.

Arvid steps just a little closer, voice lower, deeper, “Say it. Admit you’re wrong.”