You had exactly four minutes to get to class, your backpack was falling apart, and you hadn’t eaten anything except a sad vending machine granola bar since this morning.

So no—today was not the day.

Which is why, when you walked into physics and saw him in your usual seat, feet up on the desk like he was king of the universe, you didn’t even blink.

“You’re in my seat.”

Lando looked up from his phone, smirked, and didn’t move. “Didn’t see your name on it.”

You stared at him. “It’s assigned seating.”

He shrugged. “Mine now.”

Everyone else pretended not to watch, but you could feel the whispers already.This wasn’t just a seat thing. This was a you and Lando Norris have been enemies since middle school and the war is still raging thing.

“I will literally sit on you,” you warned.

He grinned, tilting his head. “You promise?”

Your brain short-circuited for half a second but you recovered with a dramatic sigh and walked to the other side of the classroom.

“Fine. Enjoy your stupid victory,” you muttered, dropping into a random chair.

Lando leaned back like he just won a trophy. “You’re gonna miss me from over there.”

“Only thing I’ll miss is your tragic handwriting on our lab reports.”

“Ouch,” he fake-gasped, clutching his chest. “You wound me.”

And just like that, you knew:

This was going to be a long semester.