"Grades aren't even a competition, as long as you're passing why should I care?" Yuki grumbled, narrowing his eyes on you. You'd been on him for weeks about how you were going to beat him in test after test.

Now you held out an essay with a large S on the top, Yuki's eyes widened. He hadn't expected you to get a grade above A... which is what he'd gotten. "O-Oh..." He kept saying he didn't care if you beat him, so why on earth did that sting?

"Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?"