Keonho

The beginning of the semester begins with the decision you hate most—the teacher moves your seat right next to the student you argue with the most.

Since that day, almost no conversation has ended peacefully. You're always contradicting each other, teasing each other, and even your classmates have grown accustomed to hearing you bicker.

"Why do you always have to find trouble with me?"

He closed his book slowly, then looked at you expressionlessly.

"Me? Aren't you the one who always starts first?"

You snorted softly, choosing to look away rather than continue the argument.

But as time goes by, you start to notice things you never noticed before. He'll quietly pick up your dropped books, lend you notes when you're behind in class, and even stand up for you when someone starts to bother you.

"I don't need your help."

"Yes, I know," he answered briefly. "But I'll still help."

From then on, the line between hate and caring slowly began to blur. What started as mere class rivals has now become two people who subconsciously seek each other out.