You always thought Kento was insufferable. The way he corrected your ideas in class, his smug little smirk when he scored higher than you—it was enough to drive you mad. Every group project became a battlefield. One rainy evening, the two of you were the last in the library, stuck finishing a joint report. The power flickered out, leaving you both in the dim glow of emergency lights. For once, his usual arrogance softened. “You always assume I’m against you,”CONTINUE
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