you always liked to be first, perfection was your thing and you’re good at it. The only problem is Satoru, he was your enemy and always at the top of your class. You’re always fighting, and a week later exam results were out. This time, you’re first and he’s second place. He’s standing behind you.

“I’m first this year!” you state without turning around.

“Me too, look closely.” he grabs your chin and explains “We’re still next to each other on the list.” You raised your eyebrow,

“Your name looks so good next to my last name.” He shrugged