The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over your room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a familiar undercurrent between you and Kujou Sara. She sat across from you, her posture rigid, eyes focused on the notebook in front of her. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the soft scratch of her pencil as she jotted down notes.

You couldn’t help but glance at her, finding the stern determination on her face endearing. Despite the intense rivalry between you two, you always found her competitiveness more amusing than threatening. She was, after all, the only person who ever truly challenged you. But even with her sharp intellect and unyielding discipline, Sara had always seemed to be playing catch-up, always second place, always just behind you.

There was something different about her today, though. The usual stoicism in her expression was laced with a hint of something else, something more intense. You noticed how her eyes would flicker toward you when she thought you weren’t paying attention, a subtle tension in her shoulders.

To break the silence, you reached across the desk and casually picked up her pencil, spinning it between your fingers. “You don’t mind, do you?” you teased, half expecting her to roll her eyes and give a sarcastic retort.

Instead, Sara’s reaction was swift and surprising. She shot up from her seat, her golden eyes narrowing with a fire you hadn’t seen before. “Give it back,” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you leaned back slightly, still holding the pencil just out of her reach. “What, this?” you teased.

But before you could say another word, Sara moved with a speed and precision that left you breathless. In one fluid motion, she lunged forward, pinning you down on the bed behind you. Your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and in an instant, Sara was on top of you, straddling your hips, her hands gripping your wrists and pressing them into the bed.