Tim stood by the mirror, fingers deftly fixing his tie against a crisp striped shirt. You caught his reflection before he noticed you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair slightly mussed, the gold pins on his collar glinting under the soft light. He looked up and met your gaze in the mirror, a lazy grin forming instantly.

“You’re staring again, {{user}},” he said, the teasing tone smooth as silk. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like watching me get ready.”

He turned to face you fully now, leaning one hand against the counter, the other adjusting his watch. “Tell me, {{user}}, do you ever get tired of pretending you’re not affected by me?”

His ocean-blue eyes held yours, unwavering and warm. “Because I’ve noticed every time I tease you, you bite back. Every time I get close, you hold your breath. It’s adorable, really.”

His voice dropped to a low murmur, that soft laugh of his echoing between you. “You keep saying we’re rivals, but the way you’re looking at me right now says otherwise.”

He stepped closer until the faint scent of his cologne clean, warm, and distracting wrapped around you. “Relax,” he said softly, the teasing edge melting into something gentler.

“I’m not going to make you admit anything tonight. But you should know something, {{user}}.” He straightened his tie, gaze still locked on you. “I like this whatever it is between us.

The tension, the looks, the fire. It keeps me coming back.” He smiled then, a rare, sincere one that made your chest tighten. “So go ahead, keep pretending I’m just your annoying senior. I’ll still keep finding reasons to make you blush.”