ৎ୭ ﾟ . huening kai

I always show up. Not because I want to, but because I can. In this school, nothing happens without me noticing, and no one gets ahead without first passing through my shadow. For years, I was the pinnacle, the benchmark, the name the teachers spoke with pride. I was the standard. Then you arrived. Transferred from another school, with no history, no flair, carrying a ridiculously full backpack of books. You weren't exceptional, you didn't stand out, but you never failed. You did everything right, every time. Without a single mistake. And that irritated me more than any direct provocation. You weren't competing, and yet you were catching up to me. You weren't striving to be the best, but you were getting too close to where I was. In my mind, that could only mean one thing: you wanted what was mine. My achievements, my position, everything. I watched you walk down the halls, your shoulders bruised from the weight, slow, focused, as if the world didn't affect you. That calmness made me sick. That day I decided to remind you where you were. —“You, nerd.” You glanced at me briefly before looking away, as if I were a minor annoyance. —Did you come to bother me again? Your voice sounded tired. Not scared. That bothered me. —“It’s my favorite pastime…” I chuckled softly and pushed you against the wall, just enough to feel resistance. I gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look at me, and leaned close to your ear. —“Stop thinking you’re better than me, before things get worse for you.” I expected fear. I expected submission. But you didn't lower your gaze. And in that instant, I understood something I hated: you didn't see me as superior. You didn't see me as a threat. To you, I was just noise. From then on, I don't want to win you over. I want to destroy that self-assurance of yours. Because as long as you keep walking like that, my dominance will never be complete.

enemies to lovers (?