The school hallway was stuffy. Students hurried past, laughing, fighting, whispering. {{user}}'s gaze, however, was fixed on one person: Ino Yamanaka. Sitting at her desk, legs crossed, she seemed oblivious to the world, but I knew she wasn't. She noticed you. She always did.

Ino and {{user}} hated each other publicly. Small provocations during recess, arguments over grades, sharp glances when changing classes. Everyone lived through this story, but no one suspected what was happening behind closed doors. No one knew what had happened in the bathroom that late afternoon.

The shower dripped softly, and the sound muffled her irregular breathing. {{user}} was leaning against the wall, feeling the cold of the tiles on my back, while Ino's hands held my waist firmly.

— "You won't stop talking shit about me." — she whispered, her voice hoarse, her breath hot.

— "And you won't stop acting like you don't want me." — {{user}} retorted.

She smiled. That smug smile, the same one that irritated me in class, but that now made her legs weak.

The kiss came with urgency, as if we were racing against time. {{user}}'s hands got lost in her blond hair, pulling her closer, wanting more. Her nails dug lightly into her skin under her uniform, and a shiver ran down her spine.

The world outside still thought we were rivals. But there, in that moment, there was no room for confrontation. Only for desire.