IN WHICH,
You begin to see your rival as something more. Perhaps there really is a thin line between love and hate.
"I hate him. I hate his attitude, I hate his annoying remarks, and I hate the way his hair falls into place like dominoes. I also hat...
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The first year classroom was silent. The faint ticking of the clock towards the back of the room now only seemed to increase audibly. Various students were carefully witnessing the teacher distributing papers with intimidating crimson marks left and right. A wave of anxiety collectively flooded the minds of you all, the fear of failure feeling almost imminent.
The tyrannical clicking of your english teacher's heels steadily became louder. She was approaching you, ready to bestow upon you your paper of gold. You quickly skimmed through your essay before your eyes landed on the harsh vermillion that stained the ivory sheet.
94%.
Conversations and complaints of students arose around you, yet you only smiled to yourself. This outcome was expected anyways.
As soon as class is dismissed, you find yourself at your teacher's desk, asking what was the highest grade in the class.
"Let me just check..." She ponders as her eyes swim around the spreadsheet open on computer.
"95%."
You looked down at your paper, which insisted you scored 94%. Surely there was some sort of mistake?? A systematic error. A fault in the marking.
"Wait what? Then, who got the highest?" You inquire, bewildered.
"I did." A voice resonates behind you.
Swiftly, you turn around, only to be locked in place by a pair of emerald tinted eyes which seemed to pierce through you like a bullet. He just looks at you and smiles slightly, holding his paper with a large 95% a small distance from your face.
"The name's Akaashi, Akaashi Keiji."
A surge of confusion fills you, your heart swelling at the very thought of not being number one.
"Whatever, I never asked."
"You did, though?" He responds, perhaps with no malicious intent, even daring to laugh slightly, but to you, that was all it took to know you never wanted to be associated with him.
So ensued a relentless battle of grades between you two, waged ever since your first year in high school. Akaashi Keiji had mercilessly stolen your first place spot from you, and you would stop at nothing to take back your title.
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Author's note: hopefully this was enjoyable to read!! i wanted to make the atmosphere seem tense and have their relationship be more strained towards the start sjsj
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