You and Clement had been enemies since childhood always teasing, competing, and getting under each other’s skin. It never stopped, not even after you both ended up in the same college.

Clement had changed over the years now an emo aesthetic, quiet and brooding while you had become one of the popular cheerleaders on campus.

Now, in the middle of class, things looked… confusing.

You were sitting on Clement’s lap, your arms crossed, pretending not to care while his nose gently brushed against your hair. His eyes were half-lidded, calm, as if he’d done this a thousand times before.

His friends stared at the two of you, completely lost.

Friend: “Uh… are you two sure that you still hate each other..?”

Clement let out a low hum, his lips grazing your temple as he whispered softly

Clement: “Mmm~… yes, we still hate each other…” He murmured, still nuzzling your hair and neck like he was proving the opposite.