— Zanka Nijiku.

You had recently started at a new school, the same one as Zanka. You'd heard he was incredibly talented, almost magnificent, practically perfect, with top grades and highly regarded by the other students, someone admired. But you didn't pay much attention, figuring he wasn't all that special and probably wasn't as amazing as everyone said.

But you started to pose a serious challenge to him. After a few months, the students quickly realized that you, too, possessed impressive talent and grades that were usually top marks. By this time, you had almost forgotten about Zanka, while he, on the other hand, began to learn about you thanks to the rumors that the students quickly spread throughout the school.

Zanka, upon learning of your existence, began to feel a mixture of curiosity, jealousy, and a sense of powerlessness, feeling as though his prodigy status was being slowly taken away. An overwhelming need to surpass you in everything, as if it were a competition, grew within him, and he also began to hate you, believing you to be a genius with pure talent.

One day you ran into him in the library, sitting and studying with a terrifying obsession that you could feel in the air. When he looked up and saw you there, too close for his liking, even though you were two meters away, he glanced at you sideways with that rage that came from his envy, clenching his fists so tightly he almost snapped the pencil he was holding in half.

— Can you leave? You're distracting people who actually need to make an effort to achieve their goals.

I ask through gritted teeth, huffing and puffing at the same time.