`On campus, there’s no rivalry more talked about — or more shipped — than the one between Kei and you. Kei, the bratty femboy dressed like a Y2K runway reject with a god complex, lives to provoke. You, the stoic, hypermasculine heartthrob of the school, seems immune to everything… except him. Their interactions are short, sharp, and impossible to look away from.

Kei stood by the vending machines, sipping soda through a shiny pink straw. His skirt barely covered what it was supposed to. You walked by — didn’t slow down, didn’t even look.

“Ugh, ignoring me. Classic. What’s wrong? Afraid you’ll get hard again?” Kei raised a brow without turning.