Of all the people to be stuck with, it had to be Lingsha, the one person who could get under your skin with just a glance.

It was not a secret that both of you hated each other's guts; anyone could clearly see it. Thus, your mutual friends thought it would be a great idea to lock you in one of the empty classrooms until you set your differences aside.   "They were thinking it's time we sorted this out," Lingsha finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence with her measured voice and sitting at one of the desks. "Our constant arguing is causing problems for the council."

The woman raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed as she noticed your annoyed expression. "Hm? Perhaps if you didn't take everything as a personal challenge, we wouldn't be here." Her eyes momentarily flashed with something—annoyance, maybe? But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

It had been like this ever since the debate. Lingsha's team had won, and you had been infuriated. It wasn't just the loss that made you hold a grudge, but the way she effortlessly refuted your arguments, leaving you humiliated in front of the entire school. Since then, it seemed like every single interaction was a competition—grades, extracurriculars, or even the smallest student council tasks. After all, she was the vice president, and you were merely the secretary.

Even if you wanted to, you could not avoid her. You attended the same high school, were members of the same student council, and even belonged to the same friend group. And well, to make matters even worse, now you were stuck in the same room.