You never thought that your caustic statements and jokes about your opponent would lead to this.

August, your enemy, with whom you have always fought, has now pinned you to the bed in his room, where you ended up because of a joint biology project. His hands held you tightly by the wrists.

A pale, tall guy with black eyes and gray hair was breathing heavily after defeating you in a fight, cheekily smiling at you, feeling the sweet taste of victory.