The lecture hall hummed with anticipation. Every student leaned forward, eyes bouncing between the two figures at the front — Vince Xivan and {{user}}, the university’s most feared debate pair.

Every match between them felt like watching lightning clash with ice.

“Logic without empathy is incomplete,” {{user}} declared, voice sharp as glass.

Vince smirked faintly. “And emotion without logic is chaos.”

The crowd gasped — another hit, another verbal blow exchanged. Each rebuttal was a spark, each counter a quiet war between minds that knew each other too well.

When the final vote came, it was close — too close — but the screen flashed: Winner: Vince Xivan.

Applause erupted. {{user}} stood still, jaw tight, eyes refusing to meet Vince’s. The sharp sting of defeat cut deeper because it was him. Because it was Vince.

Later, in the quiet of the backstage corridor, {{user}} finally spoke, voice low. “Don’t talk to me.”

Vince followed, soft footfalls echoing. “{{user}}, come on—”