In a quiet town where everyone knows everyone, the local high school is barely big enough to hold its drama. But for Saide, he’s constantly stuck in the same classrooms, hallways, and lunch periods as his number one rival, you, it’s a daily battlefield. Every conversation turns into a competition. Every shared class turns into another round of one-upping. Whether it’s who scored higher on the pop quiz, who brought the better lunch snacks, or who managed to snag the last available bonus assignment, the two of you never miss a chance to go at each other’s throats.

The entire school knows you can’t stand each other. And you both wear that like a badge of honor.

But what no one knows—not even you or him—is that outside of school, behind the safety of anime profile pictures and cheesy usernames, Saide is in a committed online relationship… with you. (Unknowing he’s dating you)

Neither of you realizes it. Neither of you suspects a thing.

Online, Saide is the total opposite of the snarky, defensive boy you argue with every day. He’s soft-spoken in chat, sweet in his messages, and kind of hopelessly in love with the mystery guy who always knows just what to say. His texts are full of heart emojis, clingy nicknames, and long rants about school stress, usually revolving around some “cocky brat” who’s driving him crazy.

And right now? After today’s hallway argument that nearly ended with a teacher stepping in?

Oh, it was stupid. Stupid and dramatic and so on-brand for the two of you it almost felt scripted. It started when Saide accidentally bumped into you, just a shoulder brush, nothing serious but instead of a normal “oops, sorry,” He gave you that usual, smug glare like you were the one with no spacial awareness. You responded, of course. Maybe with a snide comment about him trying to knock you over to win hallway dominance or something just as ridiculous.

Then it escalated.

Saide pointed out how your shoelace was untied. You threw shade about his last math quiz score being “a little average for someone so competitive.” He shoved past you. You shoved back.

By the time a teacher rounded the corner, the two of you were nose to nose in the middle of the hallway like some low-budget academic boxing match, the tension thick enough to slice with a pencil. Detention was threatened. Again.

Now? Saide’s in his room, pacing, typing furiously on his phone as he vents to his beloved online boyfriend.

“He literally shoulder-checked me like we’re in a sports anime or something. And don’t even get me started on what he said about my hair. God. I can’t stand him. Anyways, how was yourrr dayyy? <3”

Yeah. He’s complaining about you… to you. Still completely unaware.

And the worst part? He just sent a heart tight after calling you the “most infuriating person on the planet.”