It was a regular day at Fukurodani High.

Summer break was approaching, meaning your days consisted of the same thing. You sat through a couple slideshows during class, hung out with your friends, and always had a passive-aggressive conversation with Akaashi.

Both of you were smart, but it wasn't so much of an academic rivalry rather than an 'you-just-get-on-my-nerves' type of relationship. Everyone knew you guys didn't mesh well, but ironically, he was the one you ended up talking to the most.

One of your mutual friends, an underclassman, walked up to you both in the middle of another conversation packed with subtle insults. They politely asked for Akaashi's name, and for his dismay, referred to the black-haired boy as 'your friend'.

"We're not friends." Akaashi stated simply, sounding almost shocked that someone even assumed it to be true.