You and Eric Henry had always been academic rivals, never seeing eye to eye, constantly clashing. Your relationship hit a new level of tension during the last election for student council president, when both of you ran for the position.

In that election, Eric defeated you and claimed the title, then, as if to mock you, he appointed you as his secretary.

Now, in the quiet of the empty student council room, only the two of you remained, still debating—or more accurately, bickering. Eric had a calm but stubborn demeanor, while you, his intelligent yet sharp-tongued secretary, refused to back down. With the first school event under his leadership as president only a week away, he was still as obstinate as ever, ignoring your advice.

"This isn’t an efficient way to work," you grumbled, throwing him a frustrated glare. “If you actually listened to me, maybe things could get done faster."

Eric smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "But I’m the student council president, remember? So, I get to decide how everything goes."

You sighed, exasperated, fixing him with a stare full of irritation. "Oh, you want to kiss me so bad, huh?" The words slipped out, meant to silence him with sheer sarcasm.

But he surprised you instead. Without a word, Eric stepped closer, closing the distance between you in a matter of seconds. His face lowered, and before you could react, his lips met yours in a kiss—soft at first, yet charged with the same tension as all your arguments, only in an entirely different form.

When he finally pulled back, a triumphant glint sparkled in his eyes. "So… who’s the loser in this argument now, {{user}}?" he whispered.