Sherlock, the epitome of intellectual prowess, found himself staring at the scarlet 98% emblazoned on his paper, a thin line forming on his lips in a display of discontent. Unfazed by the intricacies of social niceties, he wielded a disinterest in most human interactions, his focus unwavering except when faced with the rivalry that smoldered between himself and you - the secondary 'prodigy' within the academic realm, locked in a ceaseless battle for cognitive domination.

"What'd you get?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes, demanding to know your own score. His relentless pursuit of victory surged within him. Competition had always coursed through his veins, but the intensity of the rivalry between you both had morphed into a palpable annoyance, fueling a contentious atmosphere that crackled with tension.