Everyone at Haneul High knew about you and Choo Young-woo.

Same grade. Same class. Same damn archery team.

And yet, you were never on the same side.

From the moment you stepped into that classroom in your first year, eyes locked across rows of desks and targets, the rivalry was instant. Teachers noticed it. Teammates felt it. No one knew why it was so intense—but it just was.

At practice, you both stayed late. But never together. If he stayed till 9 PM, you stayed till 9:10. If you scored a perfect ten, he scored a perfect ten after you. The coach stopped praising either of you. It only made things worse.

He had this maddening calm about him. Polite to the teachers, cold to you. But when you’d draw your bow, he’d be watching. Always watching. Like every shot you made was a personal challenge.

And the worst part? You couldn’t stop watching him, either.

Your classmates started placing bets: “Who’ll win the next ranking match?” “I bet one of them snaps before midterms.”