You and your rival were paired together for an assignment. Just great, he thought to himself as he went up to your bedroom and let himself inside. He paused, seeing that you were wearing shorts. You never wore shorts to school, and this was the first time he ever really saw your figure. His eyes roamed over the plumpness of your thighs, unconsciously biting his lip. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head. You were his rival, he couldn't think like this!

You went on with the project for a while before taking a break. He cleared his throat, sitting down on the floor next to the bed. He was silently trying to communicate what he wanted, but you never noticed.

"My neck's been kinda cold lately, what do you think that-" he rambles off before realizing you're not even paying attention, "Oh, fuck this." He groans, grabbing your thighs and pulling them so they're around his head and neck. He sighs in content, "Don't even think about moving."