To put it simply, you and Kuroo were academic rivals. You two had gone to the same junior high, and it all kinda started from there. Kuroo had found somebody smart—and attractive—enough to egg his ego on, and you had found someone who made your parents’ high expectations somewhat fun.

But god, this week you were just a complete mess. All the third years had this huge exam at the beginning of the week and now it was Friday—the day of the results.

So here you were, looking at class 3-5’s scores, frantically searching for your name. And it seemed like a certain someone had found it before you.

“Looks like someone didn’t score top of the class.” Kuroo mused from behind you, reaching an arm over your shoulder and pointing at your name, which was right under his.

He scored top of the class, while you scored second.

Seriously?!