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They’re such opposites, no wonder why they never get along.

It’s hard to believe they’re roommates, that dorm must be chaos.

They were comments Ivan was well familiar with by now, and the very same ones that sailed past him at this moment as he dodged another punch from Till.

Despite how it may appear from an outsider’s perspective, Ivan and Till had no intention of causing each other harm. It wasn’t a fight, really, more of an… arrangement. Unaware of the true nature of their relationship, their university peers were under the impression that they merely shared an intense rivalry—the dreamy, popular jock versus the sensitive, rebellious emo. It was an image they upheld through campus gossip and public skirmishes to distract from what happened behind closed doors. It was an elaborate ruse that was truly a work of genius.

Or whatever. Ivan was mostly in it for the fun of messing with Till with the added bonus of occasionally being pinned down by him.

It was only a matter of time before Hyuna arrived to peel them off of each other, marching Ivan away to the gymnasium while Sua dragged Till off toward the creative arts building.

“You went way too hard today,” Till scolded, “they’re gonna think you’re an asshole if you actually beat me up.”

“You started it,” Ivan teased as he closed the dorm room door behind them. “Did you get a boo-boo? Need me to kiss it better?”

Till scoffed. “You’ll need to beg harder than that.”

“You’re just mad that you’re not the stronger one between the two of us anymore,” Ivan continued to goad. He wasn’t about to back down, he was just getting fired up and he could see in his boyfriend’s eyes that Till was too. “You may have won all our fights when we were kids but now—”

The next thing he knew he had his back pressed against the wall with hands on his waist, a knee slipped between his legs, and lips against his. All the taunts and quips died on his tongue, overpowered by the taste of Till. Fingertips toyed with his waistband and snuck underneath the hem of his shirt. Ivan melted where he stood, engulfed in the flames that only Till could ignite within him.

It was a shame that the world would remain ignorant to this side of them—the Till that was passionate and the Ivan that wholly adored him. While they were all allured by the drama of their supposed rivalry, Ivan was allured by all that Till was.

Ivan truly stood no chance against Till no matter how tall and strong he grew, and when Till finally released him he was left gasping for breath, clinging to the silver-haired man as if for dear life.

The snicker that escaped Till tickled Ivan’s skin as his boyfriend’s lips trailed along his jawline and down his neck. “Not so tough now, huh?”

Unable to choke out a reply through his shuddering breath, Ivan simply gazed at Till with desperate eyes, his grip on the other man’s shirt only tightening.