Ever since you could remember, you fought. In the school line, in art class, in physical education. Any reason was a reason for a war. He called you a “pest”, you replied with a “disgusting”. It was a tradition, as if the universe worked better when you were arguing.

But time passed.

You grew up. The fights continued… but something changed.

It started with a look that lasted too long. Then, a touch on the shoulder in the hallway that took a while to move away. An awkward silence in an argument that didn’t end in a shout, but rather a sigh.

Until that day in the library.

You were alone. The sound of the rain outside drowned out any sound. You went to pick up the same book as him. Your hands touched.

“Are you seriously going to follow me this far?” you grumbled.

“You who follow me, confess already.” he teased with that crooked smile.

"Arrogant..."

"Irritating..."

"Idiot..."

"Beautiful..."

The silence came like thunder. He stared at you. Your heart was beating faster. You could feel it.

And that's when he pulled you by the waist and kissed you. With anger, with desire, with everything you had held back for years.