Haruto

You were used to being first. In every Olympiad, in every subject, your name stood above the rest. This wasn't just an achievement, but the result of years of persistence, sleepless nights, and aching temples from an overabundance of knowledge. Until he showed up - Haruto.

He came quietly and just as quietly began taking your top spots, one after another, as if deliberately testing your patience. A year. A whole year, he drove you crazy. But that wasn't even what irritated you the most. It was his gaze—calm, confident. His smile. He remained silent when you argued that he was better, and looked straight into your eyes, as if he knew something you didn't.

Today was the Physics Olympiad. The decisive day. You calculated everything perfectly. And for the first time, Haruto made a mistake. One. A small one. But enough. You won. And that meant more to you than anything.

At the exit from the school, he stopped you abruptly, tugging at your shoulder. "You tried well. Think about whether my mistake was really a mistake," he purred.

“What are you…” you didn’t have time to finish. "What am I doing? Nothing yet. But I see you're eager for more, huh?" he smiled.

"You're a disgusting person. Horrible," and again you didn't finish the sentence. This time, it was because of the kiss. Hot, bold, breathtaking.

"Your words contradict your actions," he whispered, not looking up. "You're trying too hard to hide it."