lovelickyshen

[lovelickyshen]

Nerdy! Caleb

Summary:

He's a smarty pants and you're struggling so you asked him for help.

Tags?

Fluff, school era, tutoring, confession, yearning, pining.

WC: 1k

You're falling behind. You put all your efforts, time, and sleep on this subject. Maths. You thought you would get better the more you practice on the questions. Somehow it backfired.

You're on your 1st year of A Levels. You took maths without a second thought, because back in high school you were a consistent A student. What had happened?

You didn't know how or why it happened, but it did. You watched your teacher handing you your test results– a 3/40. This is terrible!

You're part of the smartest class in math. You're rank the lowest of the smarts. This is humiliating. Everyone else gets at least 75% above while you're the odd one.

"You need to do better. I know you can do this. Maybe you should get extra help?" Your teacher suggested. Maybe they're right? You've been on this maths journey on your own. It's time to step out of your shell and ask around.

"Sorry, I don't have any spare time after my afternoon classes."

"I can't do after school."

"I have committee duties."

"We don't have the same free period. Sorry."

Rejections after rejections. You felt like you lost hope. As you were about to give up, suddenly Caleb appears in front of you.

He's one of the vested student council members. The one that holds a lot of responsibilities. The way the black vest hugs his body was perfect. His broad shoulders and his tiny waist. You would eat that up every time.

He shares the same maths class as you, always scoring a 100%. Maybe he could help you? But he's already a busy student. All that student council work, and he's taking the hardest subjects for A Levels which is even worse. Well, it doesn't hurt to ask right? He's your last hope.

You slowly approached him, his back facing you as he was chatting with his other members.

"Hey Caleb... Can I ask you something?" You asked, fidgeting your fingers because he seemed slightly intimidating.

He smiled with his eyes. "Sure, what is it?"

It was just the two of you.

"Could you like teach me maths? I've been falling behind lately and I really want to improve. I know this is too much to ask for but you're my only hope so I really wanted you to help me out. Exams are soon and if I don't—"

"Woah, calm down. Sure, I don't mind helping you. When's your free period?"

"Thank you so much, Caleb!"

The next day at school, you two agreed to meet up in the library during your free period.

You spotted him waiting for you.

"You're early." You chuckled.

"Class ended early just now. So what's the topic you're struggling on?"

"I want to start with the test paper. I need help on question 2. Why do I not have to find the discriminant?"

"In this question, you're not finding the discriminant. You're just solving the inequality. Here's how you do it." Caleb explained with ease. He picked up a pencil and write his working with explanations step by step.

After an hour of going through the test paper, you understood your mistakes. You smiled, feeling satisfied because you knew your mistakes.

"This is awesome. You're so smart. Thank you!"

His ears turned red. He laughed. "You're most welcome. If you need anything, feel free to text me."

You nodded, packing your things and set off to your next class.

Every day at school, you and Caleb spend the day in the library doing maths. Practicing on the questions until you understand everything.

He even made notes for you which is so considerate. You felt indebted and bad because he's done so much for you.

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I feel bad you know." You said as you grabbed a drink from the vending machine.

"No worries. Not thirsty at the moment."

This was the first time you spend your free period with Caleb not in the library. Today was exam day and you wanted to relax for a bit.

"Okay. How do you feel right now since exam is in few hours?" You asked out of curiosity.

"It's normal. I studied and practiced past papers. I'm ready." He said. Typical Caleb.

Results are out. You saw your paper and beamed. 43/50. That's a huge jump from your previous exam.

You looked at Caleb. You squealed.

"Oh thank you, Caleb! I got 43!"

You couldn't help yourself but pulled him into a hug. Which surprised him, causing his face to be red as a tomato.

"Y-yeah..."

"I got 360 tariffs points now. I can rest in peace." You giggled and cheered. You achieved a huge accomplishment.

"Still the same time tomorrow?" Caleb asked.

"Hmm, maybe we should stop? I mean I got my goal now. I'll come to you whenever I need help." You said.

An arrow had stricken into Caleb's heart. What do you mean you're backing off? After all this? He loves spending his free time with you. He get to know more about you. Your hobbies, your favourite drinks, favourite tv show and movies, your favourite bands, and so much more.

"Sorry?" He blinked. He thought he heard wrong. Maybe his mind is playing with him?

"I'm thinking we should stop, Caleb. I'm done. I don't want to slow down your duties or your studies on your other subjects." You explained.

"Isn't Physics also hard? The practical exam is 3 weeks away." You added.

"No."

You furrowed your brows.

"It's not a hassle or a problem. I wanted to do this. I love helping you. Why can't I do that?"

"I thought I'm holding you back."

"You never hold me back. You've made my life shine brighter. You're the sunshine in my day. There's nothing more I could ask."

He grabbed your shoulder, pining you against the wall.

"The way you pout when you couldn't understand a question. The way you played with your pen whenever you're bored in class. I've always wanted to be with you. Can't you see?"

He whispered your name.

"Caleb..."

"I understand if you don't want to see me. I mean I'm a busy student. I'll go." He mumbled.

You stood here as he left. You were speechless.

He likes you this whole time?

[lovelickyshen]

Nerdy! Caleb

Summary:

He's a smarty pants and you're struggling so you asked him for help.

Tags?

Fluff, school era, tutoring, confession, yearning, pining.

WC: 1k

You're falling behind. You put all your efforts, time, and sleep on this subject. Maths. You thought you would get better the more you practice on the questions. Somehow it backfired.

You're on your 1st year of A Levels. You took maths without a second thought, because back in high school you were a consistent A student. What had happened?

You didn't know how or why it happened, but it did. You watched your teacher handing you your test results– a 3/40. This is terrible!

You're part of the smartest class in math. You're rank the lowest of the smarts. This is humiliating. Everyone else gets at least 75% above while you're the odd one.

"You need to do better. I know you can do this. Maybe you should get extra help?" Your teacher suggested. Maybe they're right? You've been on this maths journey on your own. It's time to step out of your shell and ask around.

"Sorry, I don't have any spare time after my afternoon classes."

"I can't do after school."

"I have committee duties."

"We don't have the same free period. Sorry."

Rejections after rejections. You felt like you lost hope. As you were about to give up, suddenly Caleb appears in front of you.

He's one of the vested student council members. The one that holds a lot of responsibilities. The way the black vest hugs his body was perfect. His broad shoulders and his tiny waist. You would eat that up every time.

He shares the same maths class as you, always scoring a 100%. Maybe he could help you? But he's already a busy student. All that student council work, and he's taking the hardest subjects for A Levels which is even worse. Well, it doesn't hurt to ask right? He's your last hope.

You slowly approached him, his back facing you as he was chatting with his other members.

"Hey Caleb... Can I ask you something?" You asked, fidgeting your fingers because he seemed slightly intimidating.

He smiled with his eyes. "Sure, what is it?"

It was just the two of you.

"Could you like teach me maths? I've been falling behind lately and I really want to improve. I know this is too much to ask for but you're my only hope so I really wanted you to help me out. Exams are soon and if I don't—"

"Woah, calm down. Sure, I don't mind helping you. When's your free period?"

"Thank you so much, Caleb!"

The next day at school, you two agreed to meet up in the library during your free period.

You spotted him waiting for you.

"You're early." You chuckled.

"Class ended early just now. So what's the topic you're struggling on?"

"I want to start with the test paper. I need help on question 2. Why do I not have to find the discriminant?"

"In this question, you're not finding the discriminant. You're just solving the inequality. Here's how you do it." Caleb explained with ease. He picked up a pencil and write his working with explanations step by step.

After an hour of going through the test paper, you understood your mistakes. You smiled, feeling satisfied because you knew your mistakes.

"This is awesome. You're so smart. Thank you!"

His ears turned red. He laughed. "You're most welcome. If you need anything, feel free to text me."

You nodded, packing your things and set off to your next class.

Every day at school, you and Caleb spend the day in the library doing maths. Practicing on the questions until you understand everything.

He even made notes for you which is so considerate. You felt indebted and bad because he's done so much for you.

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I feel bad you know." You said as you grabbed a drink from the vending machine.

"No worries. Not thirsty at the moment."

This was the first time you spend your free period with Caleb not in the library. Today was exam day and you wanted to relax for a bit.

"Okay. How do you feel right now since exam is in few hours?" You asked out of curiosity.

"It's normal. I studied and practiced past papers. I'm ready." He said. Typical Caleb.

Results are out. You saw your paper and beamed. 43/50. That's a huge jump from your previous exam.

You looked at Caleb. You squealed.

"Oh thank you, Caleb! I got 43!"

You couldn't help yourself but pulled him into a hug. Which surprised him, causing his face to be red as a tomato.

"Y-yeah..."

"I got 360 tariffs points now. I can rest in peace." You giggled and cheered. You achieved a huge accomplishment.

"Still the same time tomorrow?" Caleb asked.

"Hmm, maybe we should stop? I mean I got my goal now. I'll come to you whenever I need help." You said.

An arrow had stricken into Caleb's heart. What do you mean you're backing off? After all this? He loves spending his free time with you. He get to know more about you. Your hobbies, your favourite drinks, favourite tv show and movies, your favourite bands, and so much more.

"Sorry?" He blinked. He thought he heard wrong. Maybe his mind is playing with him?

"I'm thinking we should stop, Caleb. I'm done. I don't want to slow down your duties or your studies on your other subjects." You explained.

"Isn't Physics also hard? The practical exam is 3 weeks away." You added.

"No."

You furrowed your brows.

"It's not a hassle or a problem. I wanted to do this. I love helping you. Why can't I do that?"

"I thought I'm holding you back."

"You never hold me back. You've made my life shine brighter. You're the sunshine in my day. There's nothing more I could ask."

He grabbed your shoulder, pining you against the wall.

"The way you pout when you couldn't understand a question. The way you played with your pen whenever you're bored in class. I've always wanted to be with you. Can't you see?"

He whispered your name.

"Caleb..."

"I understand if you don't want to see me. I mean I'm a busy student. I'll go." He mumbled.

You stood here as he left. You were speechless.

He likes you this whole time?

[lovelickyshen]

Sworn Nemesis

Akashi Seijurou x F!Reader

Not proofread! May have grammar error since English is not my first language.

Academic rivals, fake dating, forced proximity troupe Akashi Seijurou. Slight slow burn!

The story may not be accurate to the manga/anime. Reader has her own story!

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You know you were one of a kind. You know you were gifted. Blessed by excellence. Always on the top. Growing up you were always first. In every single aspect. But why is it different now?

Ever since you moved to Rakuzan High, you've been stuck in second place. First assessment exam in spring? Second place. Mid-term examination? Second place. Summer exam? Second place. Mock exam before finals? Second place. Every test, always second place.

You don't understand. Why is this a reoccurring situation? Is this just a mere coincidence? You didn't pay any attention to this until your friend— Shiori pointed it out.

"You're always in second place." Your friend said when she was looking at your report card.

You titled your head. Confused so you snatched your report card from your friend and took a look into it. You compared it with your previous report cards. You didn't even bother to look at your position. You were just looking at your grades and sigh in relief.

"I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence." You said. Then, you got curious. "Who's first?"

Shiori took a look around the classroom. She smiled, "Akashi Seijurou."

You nodded. Your eyes drifted to the certain red head. He was vigilantly taking down notes for his flashcards. The textbook and notes given by the teacher was displayed on his desk. It's study block and he's revising. Talk about being diligent.

"You know, he's always has been first place. It's impossible for him to drop. Perfect scores here and there... Blah blah blah." Your friend was babbling and your head drifted off elsewhere.

Your mind is thinking about how to defeat this Akashi guy. You felt sour, uneasy. Like your ego is crushed. You wanted first place now. There is no way you can accept second place in Rakuzan High— a prestigious high school where the best attends. How are you going to apply for a scholarship then? They're definitely seeing the 'second place' repeatly on your records.

You felt challenged. You were determined to win this game. After all, first place is amazing. You've always has been first. You wanted to take back your glory. That's your goal. To beat this Akashi guy. Well there's an upcoming biology test the next day. Who will win first place?

Your fingers fidget while your teacher returned your test paper. You flipped it over with your eyes closed.

Please... First place please...! These words repeated in your mind all day.

You opened your eyes. You saw the 59/60 on your paper. A 98%! Isn't that great? That's good enough to beat him! You smiled in satisfaction.

"100%!?" You heard a soft exclaim behind you.

You took a peek behind. A classmate was amazed by looking at the test paper. Akashi was beside him. He was slightly smiling, proud of his work.

You scoffed quietly and went back to look at your own paper. You sighed in dissatisfaction. Your friend who witnessed it asked, "You all right?"

"I can't believe it! He got a perfect score while I got a mark off. This is not fair!" You placed your paper down and put your hands on your cheeks.

"At least you got a 98%. I got a 75% and that's just a B!" Your friend said, showing you her paper. Her voice shows desperation.

"That's because you decided to not study." You chuckled.

"C'mon I thought it would be easy." Shiori pouted, looking down as she was not impressed by her score.

The day followed by a few more lessons until it was time for extracurriculars. The school was quiet— no more squeaks or the sound of the chalk rubbing against the black board.

During this time, you usually hold a daily study group with students who were struggling in the study room. It was a small group that consists of 4 or 5 people exclusively. However, today everyone could not make it and you were not informed until the last minute.

"Are you coming to the study group later?" You asked a classmate. She was already putting her books into her locker.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it. I have a family emergency." She apologizes and quickly ran off of the classroom.

You blinked and that was the last person that was supposed to attend the study group. You booked the rook for nothing. That was a waste of time.

You sighed and pulled out your phone to notify your chauffeur about the last minute changes. While waiting, you decided to take a short stroll around the school.

Initially, you wanted to visit Shiori at the student council office but you figured that she could be busy locking in on the paperwork and planning with the committee members. This is what happens when you're friends with the vice president.

In a distance, a tumult of shouting and screaming broke out. The sound of something repeatedly hitting the ground, swishes, whistles blowing, and boys shouting. You slowly approached the open doors, observing the clamor in the gymnasium.

Coach Shirogane was blowing the whistle, his voice rising while giving out his evaluation on the boys' performances. They all looked so focused, nodding at every word that Coach Shirogane stated.

"Interhigh is soon boys! I need all of you to work hard, you never know what would happen to the other teams."

As expected from Rakuzan's basketball team. Five years consistently winning Interhigh and Winter Cup proves that the school's basketball team strength.

At the bright atmosphere by the gym's door, you took a quick look at each of the players. You recognized one of them, the red headed boy across the room. He was unaware of your gaze locking at him until Coach Shirogane finishes his speech. He hesitated when he felt eyes in him. A mix of curiosity coursing in his veins, he caught your eyes.

Their eyes met, and for a second the world paused. His fierce crimson eyes mirrored a storm of unspoken words, while your eyes sparked with interest. As the moment lingered, a silent familiarity passed between them. Your breath quickened as your phone buzzes. You ended the eye contact, answering the phone.

You walked away from the gymnasium, speed walking to your classroom to grab your bag before returning home.

On a random Friday, your friend wanted you to deliver this set of documents to the student council room. Apparently Shiori to go somewhere but had a set of documents to submit to the president today. The 'going somewhere' is definitely attending another last minute company party. Knowing your friend, she could not remember her schedule that well (only the things she's not interested in). Well, she's a member of the student council why can't she just submitted it early you may ask? Well, she just finished it and printed it out before her chauffeur messaged her that he arrived to pick her up for the company party soon.

You can't really say no since you had no choice. You sighed and agreed. She beamed and passed you the set of documents. She quickly rushed to the main entrance to not keep her chauffeur waiting.

"I'll pay you back!" She shouted before sprinting off.

Here's the thing, the president of the student council is Akashi. He has been on your nerves lately, even though it was indirectly. You don't even know why. He didn't even do anything to you other than being the top every time, right?

You knocked the wooden door before entering. In the room, you see Akashi reading up some papers. You clear your throat before speaking up.

"Shiori wanted to give this to you. Don't worry. I did not take a peek." You said, trying to sound polite. You know the rules about the student council confidentiality.

He nodded as he receives the paper. "Thank you." He says.

You nodded and turned back to get out of this room. This is your first interaction with him since you attended this school. You never talk to him, not even a greeting.

As you were about to leave, you heard his annoying voice. Your back facing him while you were holding onto the doorknob. Slowly turning to face him.

"You're (Y/N) right?" He asked, while signing the documents.

"Yeah."

"Oh, okay." He nodded.

After that, you left the room.

Ever since that day, you keep seeing him around at school. You're entirely sure that he is stalking you since he asked for your name. It was like unlocking a new game character.

One time during recess, you were going to the bathroom and he was right behind you on the hallway. Another day was when you were going to the library. Boom, there he was studying. Today, you see him in the cafeteria with his friends.

You averted your eyes away from him. His presence annoys you! You hate him! His voice. His presence. Everything. You hated how he is everywhere and literally better than you in terms of academics. You could not find a way to beat him.

You also tried to find a way to avoid him but no avail.

Scratch that! Just focus on your grades. You don't need to dwell too much on this guy.

You saw your friend group. You smiled widely. Your friends lifted your mood instantly. Shiori immediately wrapped her arm around your waist, she wanted to yap her way to you about her day.

Across the cafeteria, his crimson eyes were on you. You were always surrounded by your friends. Smiling, laughing, playfully hitting each other as you were laughing at the jokes. Eyes filled with laughter.

He had always admire you. Your determination. Your nobleness. Your kindness. Your selflessness. Your integrity. You were humble. You're always there to help others. You never flaunt about your grades nor your privileges. You offered to tutor your classmates whenever they're struggling on a topic. You were a woman with dignity. An angel fallen from heaven.

Recently, he had a move. Asking your name. Then remembering your routine at school so he can see you anytime of the day. He made sure it's not all the time or else it would be suspicious.

He has a strange way to approach but it works. Now you noticed him.

For the next few weeks, you've been on next to neck with Akashi. On every tests given. Every closed book exercises. Even on the monthly quiz! You two were competing who would be the best of all. The finals is the decision maker.

You studied all day and night. Working your ass off every hour, minute, and second. You wanted to prove that you are indeed the champion. The winner. The conqueror of academics. That was your goal.

You were ready. The moment you sat down in your chair in the exam hall. You remembered every single formula, working, words, structures of the questions. You'd definitely aced the exam.

Wasting no time, you were writing non stop. One look at the question, you recognized the clues and connected the dots.

You exited the hall with a proud grin. You glanced at Shiori who was cheering that the finals are over.

"Let's go to Tokyo to celebrate. It's been a while since we went out together." Shiori mischievously grinned, wrapping her arms around yours.

On the weekends, you've been cafe hopping with Shiori. Shopping for clothes, cosmetics, skin care products, collectables, and your favourite celebrity's merchandise. Shiori was looking at her favourite K-pop group pop up sale, stacking her cart with the jacket, dolls, and photo cards.

A week after the finals, your homeroom teacher had passed out the report card. Feeling uneasy, you were hopeful that you win this game. Your chest tightening, the sound of your heart quickening.

You shut your eyes, hands gripping onto the report card. Slowly flipping it while opening one eye.

Eyes open wide. You felt blood rushing through your veins. Dopamine rushing in. You dropped the report card and excitedly turned to Shiori smiling.

"First!" You exclaimed.

Shiori clapped. This news has spread through your class. Your classmates heard the both of you and cornered you to ask questions.

"You got first place?"

"Congratulations!"

"This must be a miracle!"

After hearing the positive comments from your classmates, you never felt happier. This was just the first step to victory!

The next two years in Rakuzan was one of a hell drive for you. You spent 2 years being on another neck on neck with Akashi. Everyday at school was same. Seeing Akashi everywhere you go. Excelling on your academics. Placing first or second on every exams.

It doesn't matter, since you're graduating from Rakuzan with valedictorian. With Akashi, again. You don't give a shit anymore, because this will be the last time you will see him. You couldn't wait to not see his face!

You got a scholarship to study engineering in Cambridge University. You were excited but sad that you couldn't see Shiori anymore because she's studying law at Harvard University.

A few years has passed, you returned back to Japan. Breathing in nostalgia, lingering on your nostrils. The scent of sanitizers. Cool breezes from the AC. You graduated as the valedictorian again at Cambridge. One of your proudest moments in life. Years of putting in effort, new experiences, meeting people from all over the world.

Back in Cambridge, you actually got a paid internship, giving the opportunity to other talented students. You rejected because you planned to join your family business at home. Your family owns one of the best engineering services in the world. Whether it's buildings, roads, ships, cars, machineries, any sort of vehicles, even the planes used in the military.

When you joined your company, your family decided to make you start your career from scratch so that it would be fair for the other interns. It's a relief that you as a member of this family business is not public.

In the morning of your penthouse, the heat wave hit. Temperatures went soaring. The early morning sunlight gives away the rays of the day bringing warmth.

You put on your name tag. Slowly adjusting to look presentable. You gave yourself a twirl for an outfit check. A soft grinned on your lips. Amazed by how professional you look.

Closing the door of your penthouse as you walked towards the exit. The elevator brings you to the basement where you hopped on your car, driving off to the company.

Entering the large cooperation, a sense of unfamiliarity. The large room bustling with foot steps, the bell from the automatic sliding doors echoed. A pool of working adults passing through the revolving doors. A subtle, floral aroma wafted in the open space, calming and refreshing.

Walking pompously by the corridor, the noise from your heels reverberated, the radiant small smile on your head brightens the mood. Your co-workers greeted as you passed by each other.

You came to your office, sat on your soft chair. Laying back while closing your eyes. You took a breather before starting your work.

Let's just say that you are the Head Chief for the manufacturing company. You are in charge of the production, creation, assembling, testings, distribution, and so on. You insisted on handling them because you wanted to be the best.

Your secretary came with a tablet into the work shop where you were assembling the parts of an upcoming project. She called out your name and handed you the device.

"A representative from a client wants to talk to you in your office."

You arrived at your office. You vaguely saw a figure sitting in the sofa. You quickly grabbed a towel to wipe your hands dry. You turned to look at the client that was already waiting.

When your eyes met with the client, you froze.

"Akashi?"

[lovelickyshen]

Sworn Nemesis

Akashi Seijurou x F!Reader

Part 1

Not proofread! May have grammar error since English is not my first language.

Academic rivals, fake dating, forced proximity troupe Akashi Seijurou. Slight slow burn!

The story may not be accurate to the manga/anime. Reader has her own story!

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You know you were one of a kind. You know you were gifted. Blessed by excellence. Always on the top. Growing up you were always first. In every single aspect. But why is it different now?

Ever since you moved to Rakuzan High, you've been stuck in second place. First assessment exam in spring? Second place. Mid-term examination? Second place. Summer exam? Second place. Mock exam before finals? Second place. Every test, always second place.

You don't understand. Why is this a reoccurring situation? Is this just a mere coincidence? You didn't pay any attention to this until your friend— Shiori pointed it out.

"You're always in second place." Your friend said when she was looking at your report card.

You titled your head. Confused so you snatched your report card from your friend and took a look into it. You compared it with your previous report cards. You didn't even bother to look at your position. You were just looking at your grades and sigh in relief.

"I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence." You said. Then, you got curious. "Who's first?"

Shiori took a look around the classroom. She smiled, "Akashi Seijurou."

You nodded. Your eyes drifted to the certain red head. He was vigilantly taking down notes for his flashcards. The textbook and notes given by the teacher was displayed on his desk. It's study block and he's revising. Talk about being diligent.

"You know, he's always has been first place. It's impossible for him to drop. Perfect scores here and there... Blah blah blah." Your friend was babbling and your head drifted off elsewhere.

Your mind is thinking about how to defeat this Akashi guy. You felt sour, uneasy. Like your ego is crushed. You wanted first place now. There is no way you can accept second place in Rakuzan High— a prestigious high school where the best attends. How are you going to apply for a scholarship then? They're definitely seeing the 'second place' repeatly on your records.

You felt challenged. You were determined to win this game. After all, first place is amazing. You've always has been first. You wanted to take back your glory. That's your goal. To beat this Akashi guy. Well there's an upcoming biology test the next day. Who will win first place?

Your fingers fidget while your teacher returned your test paper. You flipped it over with your eyes closed.

Please... First place please...! These words repeated in your mind all day.

You opened your eyes. You saw the 59/60 on your paper. A 98%! Isn't that great? That's good enough to beat him! You smiled in satisfaction.

"100%!?" You heard a soft exclaim behind you.

You took a peek behind. A classmate was amazed by looking at the test paper. Akashi was beside him. He was slightly smiling, proud of his work.

You scoffed quietly and went back to look at your own paper. You sighed in dissatisfaction. Your friend who witnessed it asked, "You all right?"

"I can't believe it! He got a perfect score while I got a mark off. This is not fair!" You placed your paper down and put your hands on your cheeks.

"At least you got a 98%. I got a 75% and that's just a B!" Your friend said, showing you her paper. Her voice shows desperation.

"That's because you decided to not study." You chuckled.

"C'mon I thought it would be easy." Shiori pouted, looking down as she was not impressed by her score.

The day followed by a few more lessons until it was time for extracurriculars. The school was quiet— no more squeaks or the sound of the chalk rubbing against the black board.

During this time, you usually hold a daily study group with students who were struggling in the study room. It was a small group that consists of 4 or 5 people exclusively. However, today everyone could not make it and you were not informed until the last minute.

"Are you coming to the study group later?" You asked a classmate. She was already putting her books into her locker.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it. I have a family emergency." She apologizes and quickly ran off of the classroom.

You blinked and that was the last person that was supposed to attend the study group. You booked the rook for nothing. That was a waste of time.

You sighed and pulled out your phone to notify your chauffeur about the last minute changes. While waiting, you decided to take a short stroll around the school.

Initially, you wanted to visit Shiori at the student council office but you figured that she could be busy locking in on the paperwork and planning with the committee members. This is what happens when you're friends with the vice president.

In a distance, a tumult of shouting and screaming broke out. The sound of something repeatedly hitting the ground, swishes, whistles blowing, and boys shouting. You slowly approached the open doors, observing the clamor in the gymnasium.

Coach Shirogane was blowing the whistle, his voice rising while giving out his evaluation on the boys' performances. They all looked so focused, nodding at every word that Coach Shirogane stated.

"Interhigh is soon boys! I need all of you to work hard, you never know what would happen to the other teams."

As expected from Rakuzan's basketball team. Five years consistently winning Interhigh and Winter Cup proves that the school's basketball team strength.

At the bright atmosphere by the gym's door, you took a quick look at each of the players. You recognized one of them, the red headed boy across the room. He was unaware of your gaze locking at him until Coach Shirogane finishes his speech. He hesitated when he felt eyes in him. A mix of curiosity coursing in his veins, he caught your eyes.

Their eyes met, and for a second the world paused. His fierce crimson eyes mirrored a storm of unspoken words, while your eyes sparked with interest. As the moment lingered, a silent familiarity passed between them. Your breath quickened as your phone buzzes. You ended the eye contact, answering the phone.

You walked away from the gymnasium, speed walking to your classroom to grab your bag before returning home.

On a random Friday, your friend wanted you to deliver this set of documents to the student council room. Apparently Shiori to go somewhere but had a set of documents to submit to the president today. The 'going somewhere' is definitely attending another last minute company party. Knowing your friend, she could not remember her schedule that well (only the things she's not interested in). Well, she's a member of the student council why can't she just submitted it early you may ask? Well, she just finished it and printed it out before her chauffeur messaged her that he arrived to pick her up for the company party soon.

You can't really say no since you had no choice. You sighed and agreed. She beamed and passed you the set of documents. She quickly rushed to the main entrance to not keep her chauffeur waiting.

"I'll pay you back!" She shouted before sprinting off.

Here's the thing, the president of the student council is Akashi. He has been on your nerves lately, even though it was indirectly. You don't even know why. He didn't even do anything to you other than being the top every time, right?

You knocked the wooden door before entering. In the room, you see Akashi reading up some papers. You clear your throat before speaking up.

"Shiori wanted to give this to you. Don't worry. I did not take a peek." You said, trying to sound polite. You know the rules about the student council confidentiality.

He nodded as he receives the paper. "Thank you." He says.

You nodded and turned back to get out of this room. This is your first interaction with him since you attended this school. You never talk to him, not even a greeting.

As you were about to leave, you heard his annoying voice. Your back facing him while you were holding onto the doorknob. Slowly turning to face him.

"You're (Y/N) right?" He asked, while signing the documents.

"Yeah."

"Oh, okay." He nodded.

After that, you left the room.

Ever since that day, you keep seeing him around at school. You're entirely sure that he is stalking you since he asked for your name. It was like unlocking a new game character.

One time during recess, you were going to the bathroom and he was right behind you on the hallway. Another day was when you were going to the library. Boom, there he was studying. Today, you see him in the cafeteria with his friends.

You averted your eyes away from him. His presence annoys you! You hate him! His voice. His presence. Everything. You hated how he is everywhere and literally better than you in terms of academics. You could not find a way to beat him.

You also tried to find a way to avoid him but no avail.

Scratch that! Just focus on your grades. You don't need to dwell too much on this guy.

You saw your friend group. You smiled widely. Your friends lifted your mood instantly. Shiori immediately wrapped her arm around your waist, she wanted to yap her way to you about her day.

Across the cafeteria, his crimson eyes were on you. You were always surrounded by your friends. Smiling, laughing, playfully hitting each other as you were laughing at the jokes. Eyes filled with laughter.

He had always admire you. Your determination. Your nobleness. Your kindness. Your selflessness. Your integrity. You were humble. You're always there to help others. You never flaunt about your grades nor your privileges. You offered to tutor your classmates whenever they're struggling on a topic. You were a woman with dignity. An angel fallen from heaven.

Recently, he had a move. Asking your name. Then remembering your routine at school so he can see you anytime of the day. He made sure it's not all the time or else it would be suspicious.

He has a strange way to approach but it works. Now you noticed him.

For the next few weeks, you've been on next to neck with Akashi. On every tests given. Every closed book exercises. Even on the monthly quiz! You two were competing who would be the best of all. The finals is the decision maker.

You studied all day and night. Working your ass off every hour, minute, and second. You wanted to prove that you are indeed the champion. The winner. The conqueror of academics. That was your goal.

You were ready. The moment you sat down in your chair in the exam hall. You remembered every single formula, working, words, structures of the questions. You'd definitely aced the exam.

Wasting no time, you were writing non stop. One look at the question, you recognized the clues and connected the dots.

You exited the hall with a proud grin. You glanced at Shiori who was cheering that the finals are over.

"Let's go to Tokyo to celebrate. It's been a while since we went out together." Shiori mischievously grinned, wrapping her arms around yours.

On the weekends, you've been cafe hopping with Shiori. Shopping for clothes, cosmetics, skin care products, collectables, and your favourite celebrity's merchandise. Shiori was looking at her favourite K-pop group pop up sale, stacking her cart with the jacket, dolls, and photo cards.

A week after the finals, your homeroom teacher had passed out the report card. Feeling uneasy, you were hopeful that you win this game. Your chest tightening, the sound of your heart quickening.

You shut your eyes, hands gripping onto the report card. Slowly flipping it while opening one eye.

Eyes open wide. You felt blood rushing through your veins. Dopamine rushing in. You dropped the report card and excitedly turned to Shiori smiling.

"First!" You exclaimed.

Shiori clapped. This news has spread through your class. Your classmates heard the both of you and cornered you to ask questions.

"You got first place?"

"Congratulations!"

"This must be a miracle!"

After hearing the positive comments from your classmates, you never felt happier. This was just the first step to victory!

The next two years in Rakuzan was one of a hell drive for you. You spent 2 years being on another neck on neck with Akashi. Everyday at school was same. Seeing Akashi everywhere you go. Excelling on your academics. Placing first or second on every exams.

It doesn't matter, since you're graduating from Rakuzan with valedictorian. With Akashi, again. You don't give a shit anymore, because this will be the last time you will see him. You couldn't wait to not see his face!

You got a scholarship to study engineering in Cambridge University. You were excited but sad that you couldn't see Shiori anymore because she's studying law at Harvard University.

A few years has passed, you returned back to Japan. Breathing in nostalgia, lingering on your nostrils. The scent of sanitizers. Cool breezes from the AC. You graduated as the valedictorian again at Cambridge. One of your proudest moments in life. Years of putting in effort, new experiences, meeting people from all over the world.

Back in Cambridge, you actually got a paid internship, giving the opportunity to other talented students. You rejected because you planned to join your family business at home. Your family owns one of the best engineering services in the world. Whether it's buildings, roads, ships, cars, machineries, any sort of vehicles, even the planes used in the military.

When you joined your company, your family decided to make you start your career from scratch so that it would be fair for the other interns. It's a relief that you as a member of this family business is not public.

In the morning of your penthouse, the heat wave hit. Temperatures went soaring. The early morning sunlight gives away the rays of the day bringing warmth.

You put on your name tag. Slowly adjusting to look presentable. You gave yourself a twirl for an outfit check. A soft grinned on your lips. Amazed by how professional you look.

Closing the door of your penthouse as you walked towards the exit. The elevator brings you to the basement where you hopped on your car, driving off to the company.

Entering the large cooperation, a sense of unfamiliarity. The large room bustling with foot steps, the bell from the automatic sliding doors echoed. A pool of working adults passing through the revolving doors. A subtle, floral aroma wafted in the open space, calming and refreshing.

Walking pompously by the corridor, the noise from your heels reverberated, the radiant small smile on your head brightens the mood. Your co-workers greeted as you passed by each other.

You came to your office, sat on your soft chair. Laying back while closing your eyes. You took a breather before starting your work.

Let's just say that you are the Head Chief for the manufacturing company. You are in charge of the production, creation, assembling, testings, distribution, and so on. You insisted on handling them because you wanted to be the best.

Your secretary came with a tablet into the work shop where you were assembling the parts of an upcoming project. She called out your name and handed you the device.

"A representative from a client wants to talk to you in your office."

You arrived at your office. You vaguely saw a figure sitting in the sofa. You quickly grabbed a towel to wipe your hands dry. You turned to look at the client that was already waiting.

When your eyes met with the client, you froze.

"Akashi?"