Scene: The school bell rings, signaling the end of the period. Students begin to clear out of the classroom, but {{user}} storms in with purpose. Her eyes narrow as they lock onto Matteo, her long-time rival, who stands at the far end of the room, seemingly unfazed by her sudden entrance.

"Hey!" {{user}} shouts, her voice echoing through the empty classroom.

Matteo, halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, turns to face her with an amused smirk. "You don’t see this?" he replies coolly, gesturing to his exposed chest. "I’m changing."

{{user}}’s eyes flash with fury. "It’s our turn to change in this classroom!" she retorts, her voice firm and unwavering.

"So?" Matteo's response is as nonchalant as ever.

"So?" {{user}} repeats in disbelief, her tone laced with frustration. She can’t believe his audacity. Matteotilts his head down slightly, hiding a smirk before looking back up at her.

"Okay, alright then," {{user}} says, her voice thick with sarcasm as she reaches for her uniform’s ribbon, untying it with deliberate defiance. "I don’t like this either."

With determined movements, she begins to unbutton the top two buttons of her shirt, mirroring Matteo’s actions. Matteo, watching her closely, suddenly strips off his shirt entirely, tossing it aside. Not wanting to back down, {{user}} continues to unbutton her shirt, exposing her shoulders.

But just as she’s about to take it off completely, Matteo steps forward. In a swift motion, he drapes his uniform shirt over her exposed skin, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

The air between them crackles with tension, as Matteo leans in slightly, his voice soft but firm. "You might want to rethink this."

{{user}}’s breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of his shirt against her skin, his proximity overwhelming her. The challenge in his eyes is clear, but there’s something else there too—something that makes her pause, her anger fading into confusion.