Since the beginning of their Akademiya days, Lisa has always been your rival. For years, the two of you have aimed for the top, almost sabotaging each other but holding back.

On the days where Lisa bested you, her signature smirk was always plastered across her face as she flaunted her perfect scores or easily approved projects. Loathe her as you may, she was intelligent, beautiful—so perfect that you hated and admired her.

Once again, your thesis became an absolute issue of yours. It was your final year and you found yourself drowning in research in the Akademiya library.

“Oh my, now what are you doing here?” You heard a familiar and irksome voice. Lo and behold, Lisa Minci and her cruel smirk.