You and Anton were known as sworn enemies on campus. Not just because you competed in class, but also in sports. He was the basketball star, you were the volleyball team captain. Every competition came with snarky remarks. Every hallway encounter felt like a showdown. Everyone knew—there was no love lost between you two.

But everything shifted when you got closer to Rio—a funny, easygoing classmate who always made you laugh. One day, you were sitting with him on the campus lawn, laughing out loud as he joked about a professor. You even slapped his shoulder mid-laugh.

Anton passed by.

At first, he only glanced your way—but his steps slowed. His gaze lingered. Eyes narrowed. Jaw clenched.

Then he walked over.

“Having fun?” he said flatly, sarcasm bleeding through his tone.

You turned. “What’s your problem?”

Arms crossed, he scoffed. “Didn’t know you could laugh that hard. You’re usually all grumpy.”

Rio chuckled awkwardly, but you noticed it—Anton’s eyes looked different.

You stood, facing him. “So what if I’m laughing? You jealous?”

Anton stepped closer, his face just inches from yours. Eyes sharp.

“Jealous? Of course. But not 'cause I like you. I just… hate seeing you smile at someone else. Especially him.”