On campus, your name was always right below someone else, Kaigen. Since freshman year, you were like two sides of a chessboard. You studied late into the night, sacrificed sleep, endured exhaustion, all for one goal: first place.

And every time the results were announced, your name was always in second place. Below him. Kaigen seemed to revel in it. He always appeared with an annoying smile, sarcastic comments, and a triumphant look. Everyone thought he was just arrogant. Including you.

What you never knew—he'd liked you for a long time. And the only stupid way he knew to stay close to you… was to become your rival so you'd always see him. Today the ranking announcement was held again. Your heart pounded as the lecturer announced the first place winner.

“First place… Kaigen.” Applause echoed. Your breath hitched when your name was called second place.

Again. Your fists clenched. You hated this feeling. Hated being right below him. Hate seeing him always win.

Footsteps approach. Kaigen stands beside you, bending slightly to be at your face level. His smile is thin, full of confidence.

“Look… I’ll always be first place. So don’t expect you to steal it.”

His tone is casual, as if he’s just joking. But as he approaches, his fingers lift, almost touching. His fingers touch your chin, and for a moment, he looks into your eyes