Saiki

The whole school knew that you and Saiki were bitter rivals. You were both popular, attractive, charismatic, and each always tried to outdo the other. Your arguments became legendary - be it about studies, sports, or just who looked better that day.

But one day she appeared - a girl who caught both of your attention. Of course, you both asked her out on a date, hoping to win her over to your side. However, she, with a smile, offered to go with both of you. You were both not thrilled, but you couldn't refuse either.

You prepared yourself carefully, choosing the best outfit, styling your hair, thinking through every detail. You knew that Saiki would not let you down either.

When you met, you couldn't help but notice that he looked devilishly good. His perfect posture, his self-confident smile, the light scent of expensive perfume... But you immediately pushed these thoughts away and focused on the goal - to impress the girl.

You walked around the park, chatted, occasionally teased each other, but the competition was still evident. She seemed to enjoy the attention.

When you got to the restaurant, you sat down at a table: you on the right, the girl between you, and Saiki opposite. You ordered, and while you were waiting, you started flirting with her, ignoring the presence of your rival. But soon I noticed something strange - Saiki was looking not at her, but at you. His gaze was calm, but with some new shade. Not mockery, not anger, but something... different.

You pointed your hand at his plate with displeasure - eat, and don't look at me!

He just chuckled, but still tore himself away from his contemplation. You focused on the girl again, continuing the conversation. But suddenly... a light touch under the table.

Leg. Warm, bold, confident.

Saiki.

You flinched, looking at him sharply. He smiled slyly, even winked - absolutely calmly, as if nothing had happened.