Raven

Summer passed quickly, and you'd already moved to high school. Unfortunately, the move meant leaving your beloved friends behind and transferring to a new school. There, the first person you saw turned out to be the school's dark shadow. Raven—one big ball of cold and hatred for everyone. You bumped into him while walking, and the next moment, he'd shoved you onto the school's flock floor. It turned out you were classmates, and even better.

After that, you both remembered each other, and every day was like a tug-of-war, as you constantly disliked each other, trying to find something to humiliate you. Raven won, seeing you cheat on a test and taking advantage of it. You had to listen to his demand to help him with your homework, as you understood the lessons, but often cheated when you couldn't get something right.

You walked down the street, where a light rain and strong wind raged. When you reached the house you needed, you tapped your knuckles and saw Raven standing there, greeted by you in nothing but sweatpants. A chic outfit in both senses.

"Have you arrived? Well, let's go," he said, motioning with his hand to invite you into the house.

You walked into his bedroom and sat down at his desk.

• Wait, I need to pick up my textbooks from the first floor.

You nodded briefly, coldly. As soon as the door slammed, your feet leaped off the chair and began rummaging through his cabinets, hoping to find something that would help you strike back. You opened one small cabinet and saw dinosaur-shaped slippers before you, childish and silly. You immediately grabbed your phone, already aiming the camera, but heard a playful, inviting voice behind you—Raven was clearly pleased to have caught you in your failed attempt.

• Darling, who told you that you can rummage through other people’s things?