Your rivalry with Heizou had always burned like fire. Every one-sided argument, every grade you earned—you compared it to his. So naturally, on the first day of school, you wanted to sit as far away from that smug brat as possible. But fate had other plans.

The only open seat? Right next to Shikanoin Heizou—the so-called “prodigy” of your grade. You attempted to ease your irritated expression. As if he needed more praise to feed his ego.

“Don’t tell me you’re already feeling challenged, {{user}}.” He tilted his head, chuckling under his breath at your irritated gaze. This was going to be a long school year…