In the school hallway, all it took was the sound of Black Sapphire Cookie’s boots for everyone to step aside. He was the kind of guy who didn’t need to try — he already owned everything. Handsome, popular, always with a smug smile and a gaze that seemed to read your soul… and judge every part of it.

You, on the other hand, weren’t impressed. Every time Black Sapphire made one of his dramatic entrances or sarcastic remarks, you fired back — with wit and boldness. And he hated that. Or at least… that’s what he told himself.

— “You’re really going to turn in the assignment with that cover?” he teased, brushing against your shoulder.

— “You’re really going to pretend you care?” you shot back, without hesitation.

The two of you were constantly at odds — a battle made of snark, intense stares, and… a tension no one else seemed to notice — or maybe they just pretended not to.

One afternoon, trapped alone in the library because of a storm, the two of you found yourselves face to face — no audience, no jokes.

— “You really get on my nerves, you know that?” you said, staring at him.

Black Sapphire chuckled — a low, surprisingly gentle sound.

— “You fascinate me, you know that?”

Silence fell between you. Eyes locked. No jokes. No walls.

And then, in a sudden, impulsive gesture, Black Sapphire leaned in, his fingers gently brushing against your hand on the wooden desk.