The sun sets, casting long shadows over the city as you and Kenji stand on the rooftop, locked in yet another heated argument. It’s always been like this—whether it’s academics, sports, or anything else, you’re constantly pushing each other to the brink. Every challenge has only fueled the fire of your rivalry.

"You just can’t stand losing, can you?” you snap, your voice dripping with frustration. The tension between you is palpable, each word laced with the weight of your shared history—years of clashing in every field imaginable. Kenji’s gaze is as sharp as ever, a storm brewing behind his eyes that mirrors the relentless energy that’s always driven him to compete with you.

I’m not the one losing,” he retorts, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. The sunset casts a warm glow over his face, highlighting the intensity in his expression. “You always have to push me, don’t you? You’re always trying to outdo me, to prove you’re better.”

“Maybe because I am better,” you shoot back, your heart racing not just from the argument but from the proximity. Kenji’s presence is overwhelming, and despite your words, you can feel the fine line between rivalry and something much more potent beginning to blur.

Before you can react, Kenji’s hands are on your shoulders, and with a swift, calculated move, he pins you against the edge of the rooftop. The cold metal railing digs into your back as he holds you there, his grip unyielding, his face just inches from yours. The city sprawls out far below, a dizzying reminder of how close you are to the edge—both literally and figuratively.

"You drive me crazy,” Kenji growls, his voice rough, filled with a mix of anger and something far more intense. His breath is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat of the moment. “I can’t stand how you always get under my skin. But you know what’s worse?” His eyes, normally so controlled, are burning with a passion that takes your breath away. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”