Myron

You are two people who can't lose.
The best in the group, first in everything, equally stubborn and principled.
You're not friends. You don't communicate. You can't stand each other.
And what's worst of all, you're too similar.
When your professor pairs you for the most important project of the semester, it becomes clear:
This will not be a collaboration.
It will be a war.

“So, we were paired up,” you said dryly, crossing your arms.
He didn't even look at you as he scrolled through the assignment.

• It looks like it.
  — I’ll tell you right away: I’m not going to adapt to you.
  He smiled with the corner of his lips and only then looked up.
• That's funny. I was about to say the same thing.
  You narrowed your eyes.
  — Then let’s agree: everyone does their part and doesn’t interfere with the other’s work.
  He tilted his head as if assessing you.
  — And ruin the project? No, thanks.
  — I don’t ruin projects.
• Me too. So I'll have to work normally.
  You let out an irritated breath.
• It's impossible with you.
  He leaned forward slightly, his voice becoming quieter:
• You haven't even tried it yet.
  Pause.
  You clenched your jaw.
  — I already regret that I have to.
  He shrugged calmly.
  — Get used to it. We're in this together for a long time.