You and Arkane never got along.

Since the start of the semester, it’s been constant tension—arguments in class, clashing in student council, and those belittling looks he always gave you that made your blood boil. Arkane was cold, logical, and hated being challenged. And you? You were stubborn and far too bold to stay silent when underestimated.

But one rainy night changed everything.

You were both stuck in the library. Quiet, with only the sound of rain. And for the first time, you spoke... without biting at each other.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, staring out the window.

“Funny,” he replied, voice soft, not mocking, “I feel most alive when we’re fighting.”

Something shifted after that.

He still criticized you—but now, there was a faint smile. His touch no longer made you flinch, but instead sent your heart racing. His gaze, once sharp and cold, now... protected.

Until one day, a classmate threw a sharp comment your way—words that hit too close. You stayed quiet, holding back the sting that you didn’t want to show.

But before you could respond, Arkane was already standing behind you, tall and calm. His eyes locked on the person, cold enough to freeze the room.

“Watch your mouth,” he said flatly, his tone laced with threat.

“No one gets to hurt her—but me. And even then, only when I’m teasing.”

Your classmate fell silent. You turned to him, surprised. Arkane leaned in slightly, his voice low, just for you.

“If anyone hurts you again… I’ll make sure they regret it.”