I. YEAR 1

as the high slowly started to wear off, things started to get clearer. the first thing you noticed—besides his beauty—was that he was competitive. to a fault.

for every right answer you gave he made sure to give the next two. for every question you asked the teacher, he asked a follow up one. he seemed to know everything.

he was smart. he was good looking. and he knew it.

but what he didn't know was that you both were a match made in hell. so you started your own streak.

finding loopholes in his questions, no matter how petty. finding errors in his answers. sniffing haughtily if he got an answer wrong (that was like one time, so you regret not scoffing and coughing as well. it was a historic moment)

year end exams came. everyone breathed a sigh of relief as normal classes were replaced with study blocks. the classroom did not sound like two teens going into gorilla warfare with intellect instead of guns, anymore. just quiet sounds of turning pages and scraping of pen against paper.

that year you tied gojo as the 1st ranker of year 1. with the exact same marks in the exact same subjects, up to the very .987....E on that calculator.

and somehow, things got uglier.

II. YEAR 2

when petty rivalry escalated to him hiding your chem notes two days before the midterm exam—the ones where you had meticulously noted each derivation, each of the hundred reactions that made phthalimide , and every single word that kohlrausch had uttered in his lifetime about his freaking electrolyte like he was your grandpa leaving behind his journal—you finally snapped.

he topped the midterms.

when the devil works hard, you work harder.

you became quiet in class. no longer participating in his game of 'your 1 is 2 of mine ' . you observed him from afar, scheming the perfect revenge plan.

he tried to goad you when didn't rush to one up on him in class. "what? have you given up studying? couldn't keep up?"

but you held your tongue. even when you wanted to slap that infuriating smirk off his beau—ugly ass face. your time will come.

on the day of your physics final exam, you bumped into him in the hallway, scattering your exam supplies. he laughed at your clumsiness , absolutely unaware of the tiny pieces of parchment being slipped into his pant pockets.

later , as the examiners checked the uniforms of students before letting them enter the exam room, disbelieving gasps rang out. disapproving stern voices were heard. lots of groveling pleas were made.

the golden boy was made to start the exam an hour late.

you topped the finals.

that spot of 1st ranker was another tie for year 2.

III. YEAR 3

the last year of high school brought in new distractions. the other sex.

you were fixated on your studies though. you were determined to come first at least once in your highschool carrer.

it didn't shock you when gojo got a girlfriend. no. what shocked you was that he was letting lose.

he seemed to almost not care anymore. not about topping the class, atleast.

you would catch him staring at you, quickly averting his gaze when you raised your eyebrows at him. or just smirk at you in that arrogant way of his. it infuriated you to new highs everyday.

when before he used to spend his lunch hours studying just 3 tables away from yours, it was now spent holding hands on the bleachers with his girlfriend.

you scoffed to yourself whenever you saw them together. and you ignored the little voice in your head that kept chirping that she looked...kinda nice. with him.

you aced your midterms. yet the victory felt somehow... underwhelming.

it wasn't that his empty library spot taunted you or anything. it wasn't that you missed having an academic competitor. and it definitely wasn't that you were jealous.

nope.

so you said 'yes' when the school's notorious playboy asked you to prom.

and tried to shove him off when started to get too touchy and demanding on the dance floor.

and gaped like a fish when gojo satoru punched the dude so hard the fucker had a bandaged nose for the next two weeks.

and continue quietly on with life after that as satoru started avoiding you like the plague, feigning nonchalance.

finals rolled in. and rolled out . like the tides of the ocean.

IV. GRADUATION

the valedictorian sash was put around you on the graduation day. your speech was full of the usual jazz— motivation, a pinch of humour, a small effort at being relatable, and a whole lot of praise for the school faculty.

but the speech wasnt really your concern. it was the boy loitering against the tree away from the bustle graduates and their parents.

you stomped your way to him, breathing hard at the exertion, "you broke up with your girlfriend."

he looked up surprised. it wasn't really new. it was quite the talk of the school after that 'prom-punch' .

he shrugged as he lowered his gaze. you watched his cheeks colour slightly.

you continued, slightly emboldened by his reaction, "why did you let me get the first place?" he stiffened, almost unnoticeably.

you had seen the merit list. he was second in your year. so he definitely did care about 'mundane' things like studying. even if now he seemed to have taken a liking to acting like he didn't.

"i guess you are just better than me." faux confidence, the arrogant smirk, loose shoulders as he leaned against the tree. he looked every part the rival from your first three years of highschool.

but you knew him better than anyone. three years of trying to beat, sabotage, and pine after someone makes you quite the body lingo expert, apparently.

so you strode right up into his space and pressed your lips to his after saying "and i think you are full of utter shit"

and somehow your petty school rivalry became something more.

.ᐟ COLLEGE MIDTERM BREAK

you looped your arms around his neck, giggling wildly as he spun you around. the kiss that followed was just as sweet and rewarding after staying away from him for so long.

he pressed his forehead onto yours, " is the grass any greener now that you are so far away from this miserable town?"

you hummed as you kissed him again. "definitely greener. but lacks a certain blue." he grinned at that. then nuzzled your cheek. you whispered in his ear. "and my favourite rival."

and he made up for that by preparing worksheets and racing you on who could complete their assignment first.

much to your annoyance he did, the first time.

so you rewarded him , though much willingly, by riding his cock for an hour.

naturally, the next day you beat him by completing your assignment just mere minutes before him.

and he rewarded you by eating out your pussy for two hours afterwards.

and you swore you never loved him more(okay, perhaps when he did the prom-punch. it was iconic for a reason!)