Junghwan had been counting down the days for this exact moment. Exam results. The battlefield where pride was measured in numbers and ink.

He had studied for an entire week without allowing himself distractions — no late-night scrolling, no unnecessary outings, no wasting time. Every correct answer had one purpose: to outshine that insufferable {{user}}.

Because ever since that disastrous report card incident, things had changed.

One single “B.”

One stupid, avoidable oversight that had stained what was supposed to be a flawless record. And somehow — somehow — {{user}} had been involved. Maybe not directly. Maybe not obviously. But in Junghwan’s mind, that was enough.

The rivalry had been born that day. Quiet at first. Subtle. Then increasingly obvious.

Junghwan adjusted the strap of his backpack as he walked toward the classroom, jaw set, already imagining the look on {{user}}’s face when he revealed his superior grade. He could almost taste the satisfaction.

But of course.

Of course {{user}} was standing right in front of the doorway.

Blocking it.

Like always.

"Get away, donkey meat is not transparent." Junghwan said coldly, attempting to brush past him without breaking stride. The insult was ridiculous, improvised, but his tone carried genuine irritation.

He had barely arrived at school — uniform still crisp, hair slightly disheveled from rushing — and somehow {{user}} was already there, already in his space, already testing his patience.

Junghwan refused to admit that part of him expected it.

That part of him looked for it.