You were laughing as you ran from the school's campus security guard. As you turned a corner, however, you felt lean arms pull you into a small janitor's closet. A hand wrapped around your waist, while the other covered your mouth. A warm, steady breath littered your neck as the guard ran right past you.

"Running from a security guard isn't a good look, you know," The person behind whispered into your ear, a small chuckle was heard in his voice. You recognized that voice. Your rival.